Sir Alexander Tavron

In the Mausoleum of Heroes Alexander Tavron Rests

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Cautiously, they entered the tomb. It was finely decorated, the room studded with gifts of pottery, gold, and other fineries. At the end of a long red carpet, corroded by the stale air of the underground, was a large stone tomb. It was simple by the standards of the rest of the room, with only a few carvings to mark who lay there. A large tapestry sat behind it, it took up the entirety of the wall in which it sat upon. It depicted a man adorned in ferocious looking armour battling against the tide of a thousand encroaching beasts. The two thieves, Knox and Valdir, gazed at the tapestry entranced by the depiction.
Though it suffered greatly from age the reverence for the man interred here was obvious. They had entered into the final resting place of Alexander Tavron, a knight who had made his stamp on time hundreds of years ago. And here he was, withing his stone tomb, buried within the hallowed grounds of The Mausoleum of Heroes, deep under Roseport. The halls location having been forgotten after hundreds of years of misuse, it's entrance lost until the two thieves recently uncovered it.
After a few moments of reverie spent in awe of the tomb in which they found themselves in the thieves went to work. Searching for any valuable or hidden treasure they could get their hands on.
"Hey Knox, come take a look at this," said Valdir, brushing off cobwebs and dust from an old torch.
Knox put down an old pot, deciding it wasn't worth the effort and walked over to where Valdir was.
"What's up?" said Knox curiously as he approached.
"This torch seems different from the rest don't you think?" said Valdir pointing at a small hinge on the back of the torch, "You think it may be some sort of mechanism? Maybe it's hiding a hidden space?"
"Or a trap," replied Knox, "Plus that is the most obvious hidden mechanism in the book."
"Hmm, well only one way to find out!" replied Valdir as he pulled the torch down with a plunk.
With a rusty creak, the hidden mechanism behind the wall began to churn. And a hidden door next to Tavron's tomb swung open, leading into a musty hallway.
"Well then, that is a positive outcome," said Knox peering into the darkened hallway, "I thought we were going to be crushed by a large boulder or something else inane."
Valdir shrugged in response and moves into the hallway, torch in hand. Knox with a nervous sigh follows close behind.
They wandered down the old hallway, carefully moving, as to avoid springing any hidden traps or alarms. The hall came to end when they approached a simple wooden door, oddly, it was adorned with door knocker in the shape of a roaring lion.
"Umm, do we knock?" said Valdir quizzical.
"Somehow, I don't think that it's needed, though it is odd," replied Knox sidestepping Valdir and checking the doors lock finding it open.
They both stepped through the doorway and found themselves in a modestly sized room. It had a small table, with three chairs, a small bookshelf with a collection of books, and a worn reading chair. It resembled a reading room but lacked the creature comforts of a hearth. Two doorways lead to other areas of the space. The two thieves looked at each other with confusion.
"Knox, why does a tomb need a reading room?" asked Valdir, concern beginning to appear in his eyes.
"I'm not sure, but let us keep looking, maybe we can find some answers along the way," replied Knox, who began to cross the room in the direction of one of the other doorways. Placing a dusty book he had been examing back on the table Valdir followed Knox into the new area.
Beyond the doorway was a short hallway ending in a single door. It differed from what they had seen since they had entered this strange space. It was a large and ornate iron door. And it instantly piqued their interest.
They approached the door, a mix of excitement and nerves filled their minds. This was the kind of door you hide treasure behind the duo thought to themselves.
The door was always adorned with a large lion, though this one was much larger and lacked a door knocker. Some text was inscribed around the lion but it had been scratched away and become illegible. Peering through the open maw of the lion Knox spied a well-hidden lock mechanism. Obviously not hidden well enough Knox thought to himself with a smile.
He promptly broke out his lock pick set, laying it carefully on the ground while Valdir kept watch, just in case this place wasn't so empty. He deftly worked the picks into the lock, keeping his breath as still as he possibly could so he could better hear the soft clicking of the rolling tumblers of the lock. This is a pretty sophisticated lock for being so old Knox thought to himself.
"Not sophisticated enough though," Knox said out loud as the lock popped open with a satisfying click.
With a sly grin, Knox swung the door open with confidence, one that only a successful lock picking gave him. Beyond was a small room, much smaller than they had hoped. Within the room were several large chests, one, had been smashed open, its contents laying crushed and melted into the floor, several wooden racks along the walls in which old weapons hung, and some older looking artifacts sat on dusty shelves near the back of the room.
Though amongst these items two pieces, in particular, caught their greedy stares the most. An imposing set of ornate black armour, that stood near the centre of the room and a small black cube with intricate runes etched into its surface, that sat on a pedestal next to it.
"Hey, doesn't that armour look familiar to you Knox?" said Valdir.
"Yeah, it does," replied Knox, taking a step forward further into the room, "It sort of looks like the one in the tapestry doesn't it?"
As the two thieves struggled with the ramifications of this discovery they heard a loud click. In their haste, they had forgotten to check for any hidden traps within the room. With a loud clatter, the iron door slammed shut.
"Shit! Amateur mistake! How did we miss a simple pressure plate!" yelled Valdir.
"Calm down, it happens to the best of us, obviously," replied Knox, "No reason to panic just yet, the trap seems to have just shut the door on us."
Before the duo had any time to search for an exit a thick black fog began to filter into the room, flowing out from underneath the doorway. It seeped in and began to creep around their legs, nipping at them with an ungodly cold.
"Shit," the duo now said in unison, looking to each other for what to do next.
In a state of shocked stillness, Knox and Valdir stood in this small treasure room surrounded by ancient artifacts, a locked door they couldn't open, and ominous black fog that was rapidly filling the room. It was a concerning turn of events. Now, they shared concerned glances between each other, unsure as to what would help them in this suddenly fraught situation.
Before they could devise any meaningful plan of action the dark chalky fog that coiled around their lower extremities suddenly shifted and began to coalesce into vaguely familiar shape in the centre of the room. In mere moments, where the black fog once stood was a man. He was tall and muscular, long dark hair reaching towards his shoulders, unnaturally pale complexion, and black and amber eyes that evoked images of an uncontrolled fire in the dead of night.
He stood in between them and the only door they were aware of, blocking any means of escape the two thieves had been hoping to find. They raised their weapons, readying themselves for a battle. Though they didn't like their chances with this man.
"It's been so long since I've entertained! Let me prepare some tea! Come! Follow me!" the man said, a bright fanged smile flashing across his face.
The two comrades stared blankly at the man, confusion apparent in their eyes.
"Oh dear, my apologies my good men! My name is Alexander Tavron, welcome to my abode!" Tavron said bowing with a flourish, he was so happy to have found some friends to entertain.

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Mental characteristics

Personal history

Alexander Tavron is the only member of the Noble House of Tavron who still walks amongst the living, though his heart stopped beating hundreds of years ago. For Alexander Tavron, once a noble Knight of Roseport is now a High Vampire. Travelling the world stricken by a curse laid upon him by a beast he battled in his own families home.
But there is many stories of Alexander Tavron before then, many of glorious battle and adventure, stories that would make him a legend in Roseport, Heldrin, and abroad. Though the story that ended his life is one of sadness and loss.
Alexander was born in -51 in the Time of Roses (ToR), to the House of Tavron, a noble family of the highest order in Roseport. His parents, Olivia and Phillip were well respected in society and had lofty standards for their new son. Especially since Alexander would be the only heir they would produce. Alexander's father Phillip would become especially strict, pressing the boy to be exceptional in everything he did. Including etiquette, history and language, and eventually swordsmanship. In which Alexander would excel in.
Despite all the pressures of his family life, Alexander would grow up to become a respectable, polite, and even compassionate young man. He would go on to train as a Knight under King Inwood, the then ruler of Roseport, as the city had yet to become a part of the Kingdom of Heldrin and sat as it's own nation.
Over the next few years, Alexander would become more confident in his station becoming recognized as a trusted knight and excellent swordsman. He would assist the King personally on many tasks that required a knight of his skill. Though many of the adventures he took on during this time have been lost to the ages. He would become the most renowned knight of Roseport and all of surrounding Heldrin during his time, known for being brave, chivalrous and beyond compare with his sword.
At the peak of his career, Alexander Tavron would lead the armies of a combined Roseport and Heldrin into battle against a horde of monsters eventually known as the War of Dredarek. It is here that he would become the legend he is now heralded as is story and song. Forged in War - The Legend of Sir Alexander Tavron.
Though many of the details are lost to history the story of Alexander Tavron charging headfirst into battle leading his army in his crimson armour is one of the most well recognized in Roseport history. Many paintings depict Tavron in this crimson suit of armour, wearing a black helm, and wielding a two-handed sword into battle against the oncoming horde of beasts.
Once the war had been fought and won, Alexander returned home, weary and ready for rest. He spent a few glorious weeks with his wife and young daughter. These were the days he cherished most in his life. And sadly, they would quickly come to an end.
One night, when Alexander was returning home from a crucial meeting with King Inwood he would enter his home in Roseport to discover the ravaged corpses of his wife and child, a blood-soaked vampire in the midst of feeding upon them. In a rage, Tavron would slay the vampire in a gruesome melee, destroying the innards of the home and brutalizing the vile beast.
During the battle, however, Tavron would be bitten numerous times by the dark creature. Moments after guards arrived at the horrifying scene Alexander would collapse and die from his wounds. His body would be transported to the King Ingwood's castle and would lay there for five days and four nights while they prepared his body for his burial rights. During the eve of the fifth night, Tavron suddenly awoke to the shock of all present. When he awoke he did not breathe nor did his heart beat, but a new hunger began to linger where his heart once beat. Alexander Tavron had been infected with vampirism by the beast he slew, his life had ended in that room, along with his families.
Tavron was despondent with grief for his family, and fear for the danger he now posed to all, by his lingering strength of heart, he still recognized he must do something to protect those who remained. Because of this fear and for the safety of those around him he demanded to be interred in the tomb the was being prepared for him, in the hopes that his vampirism could be cured or in the worst case he could hopefully die in peace without harming anyone. King Inwood would give his blessing, but only if they could place him within a specially equipped tomb in the Mausoleum of Heroes. Alexander agreed to this and his family would lay him to rest.
The public was not told the full details of his sudden demise. Only that a vile beast that survived the onslaught of the last battle of the War of Dredarek had broken into his home and slain his family whilst he wasn't home. When Alexander returned the two engaged in a brutal battle and each were slain in the melee. Bits of truth lay in the official story but the details of Tavron's vampirism and internment were omitted in order for his legacy to stay intact. The entirety of Heldrin mourned his loss, shouting prayers to the nobleman who led them all into victory against Dredarek's army. A vigil was given personally by King Ingwood in his hometown of Roseport, and the day of Alexander Tavron's 'death' would become a day of celebration and gratitude towards the cities greatest protector.
Meanwhile, deep below Roseport, struggled with his new illness, and hundreds of these celebrations would pass. Citizens praising Alexander Tavron's name with joy and reverence. Completely unaware that he lay deep below them struggling with loss and loneliness. During these hundreds of years trapped in his secret dwelling within his tomb, Alexander Tavron would learn how to control his powers and his thirst. By sheer will, his thirst for blood was lost, replaced by the ability to feed off the energies of the people who walked above him. Alexander would survive for hundreds of years off of the lifeblood of the people whom he once protected.
Almost eight hundred years would pass before two thieves broke into his abode, freeing him from his quiet prison. Now he is free to find new purpose in life and explore a completely different world. One that only remembers him as the legendary knight of the past and knows not that he still walks amongst them.

Current Location

Roseport

Life

51 ToR 5 ToR 46 years old

Circumstances of Birth

Noble Birth

Circumstances of Death

Unexpected and Under Mysterious Circumstances (Publicly) Killed by Vampirism (Secret)

Eyes

Black and Amber

Hair

Long, Dark Brown

Height

6'4''

Weight

216 lbs

Related Myths

• Forged in War - The Legend of Sir Alexander Tavron

Alexander Tavron's Treasure

Stone Materials by Nathanael Gulbranson

Tavron's Cube of Armour while not activated

Old Knight Sword by Augustin Cagnat

The Sword of House Tavron