House Nocte, The Fallen

House Sigil & Coat of Arms: The Wolf

The banner of the Great House of Nocte's banner is synonymous with War and Doom, so much so that even the sight of the snarling yellow wolf can defeat the enemy before any sword is even drawn.

The Beast faces the darkness head-on, while the light behind is wholly ignored, the Nocte were fearless and calculating, conducting every slaughter with a brutal efficiency that no mere bandit could. The Nocte worshipped fate and ****, dark as they were, a Blackblood took solace in the finality of battle, that every moment should be cherished and that one's fate was predetermined, and inevitably sealed.

House Colours: Yellow, Black and White

Location: Northwest - The Blacklands

Current Head: None

Ancestral Weapon: Evelyn & Arwin

Family Traits: Black of Hair, Hazel eyed, fair complexion. tendencies towards aggression, Low morals and disregard for chivalry, excellent Warriors.

Description:

In old Britannia, warriors and scholars alike were known for their thoughtless brutality, from dukes to lords, princes and kings in the elder aeons used **** to control their vassals. A quote steeped in truth "To cross the Ancient Briton Warlords was to place a blade on one's own jugular and wrench without effort" although after vast conversion of the Kirk of Heptagus' holy campaign for peace under King Otto of Piety, peace and virtuous values became a stable in Briton culture... although the echo of Britannia's violent past remained.

None personify this old adage as the Fallen house of Nocte; the Nightfolk who took on the brutality of the ancient Lords and wore it proudly as their mantle.

The Nocte were known as relentless lords of **** and destruction, **** and pillaging their way through life, the Nocte were killers born and bred. Descendants of the Landed knights of the Fang, glorified bandits granted legitimacy by the Old King of House Vortiger in the First Aeon, the Nocte as bloodthirsty and uncontrollable as they were, had the blood of the Angals, the original inhabitants of Britannia before the great convergence with the Saxans who crossed the tides of the Yellow Sea from the enigma of the southern territories.

Due to their pureblooded status, the respect of the High Briton lords followed, alongside a deep-seated disgust for their traditions.

As followers of the Heptagus, the Nocte were indeed devout... devout followers of the Grim, the Seventh saint who embodies **** and fate. The Nightfolk were fierce followers of this faith, believing strongly in the hands of fate and their responsibility to deliver those unworthy of battle back into the Void where all go after ****.

Weakness disgusted the Nightfolk and any of Blackblood who gave an inch were cast back to god with fire and sword.

For many generations the Bandit lords flourished in their kingdom of bloodshed, urging their cold culture that favoured strength and spat on weakness.

Enter, King Otto Regis of Piety, both king and Bishop of the Faith who formed the first every military **** in Britannia run under holy sanctions.

The consensus among Majesty was that sin and evil were themes carried over far too many aeons and that if peace would be achieved then the Brutality of the old ways must be put to the fire, and of course, the banner of wolves; the Blackblooded Nocte were the first to burn.

The holy campaign began and ended in catastrophe, the battles were bloody, the slaughter, endless, King Otto brought the wrath of God to the Blackbloods. The Nightfolk fought like wolves but it always goes back to that old adage "where a man falls, a Dragon, flies"

King Otto faced the final Lord Lothran the Loathed, more commonly known as Lord Loather in single combat amidst the War of the Wolf and Cross, and in the screaming clash of steel on steel and screams of the battlefield King Otto with his flanged mace caved in the wolf-shaped helm of Lothran Loather and spilt the blood of the last Nocte in the Hangman's Loch.

With Lother ****, came the end of the last of the Nocte noble bloodline, they had wiped out their own future with their delight for bloodshed... and now none of the blackbloods were left.

The Blacklands are now a semi-independent nation, governed by royal sanction under the Barony of the Petty house of Ungern, a collation of ducal Lords who together governs the Blacklands in the name of the High King... unfortunately, the "Noble" houses in the Blacklands are not known for their temperance. Nowadays the Blacklands are known for their wild tendencies and lack of governance in comparison to the other Kingdoms of Britannia, and although the Nocte were brutal lords, sometimes it is better to tame a wolf than set it free.