Lord Michlo

The history of Lord Michlo is shrouded in some mystery with tales abounding of betrayal, grief, courage and nobility. Those brave enough to seek it from the man himself are usually politely refuted though usually not before seeing the grief and sadness the question invokes in him. What little is known from what has been pieced together from various sources is as follows.

The Grandfather of Michlo was one of the Council of Hierarchs of the Aracoix Empire said to be very close to the Autarch herself. Whilst some of the Aracoix now speak of this scion with disgust, others quietly speak of his courage and foresight. It seems that his was one of the first voices to openly question the rigidity with which the Empire followed it's Hrak'shyia (translated as Law or Plan). Whilst not denying it's value and persistent worth to the Empire, Alb'chlo sought only to review and update this Hrak'shyia which had been inscribed by the very first Autarch, Arack, many millennia ago. He proposed that with all their increasing knowledge and wisdom surely they ought to ensure that it's tenets still related to their day and age.

Such questioning would usually be met with scorn and a summary exile from the Empire. The fact that a Hierarch himself was proposing this was unheard of. Also, it is said that Alb'chlo was much loved by the people and perhaps by the Autarch herself. Heated discussions abounded, arguments raged and even battles broke out amongst the Empire. When he saw what his words had wrought, when he saw that his people were not yet ready for such forward thinking and when he saw the hurt it was causing his beloved Autarch, Michlo's Grandfather chose to accept a position as one of the Expeditionaries who would venture through the ancient Peridules into unknown Realms.

Shortly before his departure, however, a group who sought to ensure that such questioning of the Hrak'shyia would be forcefully quashed attacked Alb'chlo. It is said that despite being outnumbered and taken in ambush, Lord Alb'chlo fought valiantly and routed his attackers. Unfortunately, the attack left Alb'chlo beaten, mortally wounded and most devastating of all, without the use of his wings. One of the oldest tenets of Aracoix Law states that those who can no longer fly are of no use to the Empire and were to be mourned as lost. It now seemed that Alb'chlo's voice would not only be stilled but his honour besmirched.

Lord Alb'chlo had a son, Mich'lotich. Much to everyone's surprise, he sought permission to take his father's place as Expeditionary. This meant that rather than his father's honour and vision be lost, he would carry it with him to new Realms. As his father passed from the physical plane, Mich'lotich began his journey. As he left the Aracoix home world he had one last surprise for the people. He would change his family name to Walker in honour of his father and all those others bereft of flight and denounced as worthless. Taking with him only the clothes upon his back and some loyal friends and followers of his father he stepped through the mystical Peridule.

Thus the noble Lord Mich'lotich arrived in the strange, exotic world of Aerynth.

Surprisingly this is where the tale becomes further shrouded in mystery. All that is known is that Mich'lotich is supposed to have been horrified at the conflict, diversity and seeming lack of law and cohesion he found in this world. Some say he sought to isolate himself and his followers in the frozen, remote mountains north of the Mainland where it seems he sired a son, Michlo.

Details from this point on are even sketchier. For instance nothing is known of Michlo's mother. Who is she? Some say his family still reside in the high mountain range of the frozen north. Suffice it to say that Michlo struck out on his own in the world and from all accounts sought a way to balance the seeming chaos and diversity with the belief in structure and law so dear to the Aracoix. It is said that he believes it possible for all races to add to the enlightenment and strength of all in a world. Some of this belief is said to be embodied and influenced in his close friendship with a wise old Druid named Karjen. This noble Centaur surely has his own tale to tell those it is known that the Druids believe more in the very essence and nature of a world rather than the idolizing of structure, monument and Gods and that they seek balance and harmony in all life.

Now, as we know, Lord Michlo has settled in the lands of ice and much to his surprise has gathered a Clan about him. Seeming to have inherited his family's sense of honour, wisdom and nobility he has become a natural leader to some and strives to protect them whilst still furthering his understanding of the world about him.

Written by: Michlo on: 10/13/03

Lord Michlo
Founder and Protector of Clan Walker.



The Lord is dead, long live the King?
Strange tidings indeed.

It seems that powerful magic has been brought to bear on Clan Walker. Sinister forces conspired against what was seen by many as a strong, noble nation.

The Clan is now shattered and split between three Realms and are limping along trying to re-structure and band together once more. Being the stalwart noble Clan that they are nobody doubts that they will succeed and adapt but all are in wonder over their own Lord Michlo.

It seems the pinnacle of the evil spell was unleashed directly against the Leader and his council. Some of them have had their beings wrenched entirely from the Realm they've known all their lives only to be displaced to a strange new world. Some are caught in a fugue, their consciousness and even physical being split into multiple pieces. Their very appearance has been altered and all are wondering how they will adapt and combat this terrible power.

Some believe this force may have come from the Aracoix home world due to it's affects on Lord Michlo. Perhaps due to his trying to live amongst and understand those seen as Duriacoix, Lord Michlo too has been split. His Aracoix being is now a faint whisper of his former self. His new being has lost not only his mighty wings but very Aracoix being. He finds himself with the visage of a fiend. Driven and tortured, Michlo now seeks a way not only to ensure his Clan continues but to regain his former being. He is withdrawn and troubled, elusive. Some feel he is almost ashamed to be seen this way though most sense the goodness still in his heart. He now relies heavily upon his Royal Court to screen him from the people that he may dwell upon his own thoughts and investigations. All who seek help from the Guild are directed to approach the Royal Court only. After hearing their need an audience may sometimes be granted but now that is seldom and rare.

As a gesture of continued support amidst these strange and trying times, the Clan saw fit to recognize Lord Michlo as their Sovereign, still leading them despite all their new challenges. He seems barely to have recognized this humbling compliment and gesture by his people except to acknowledge the forming of the Royal Court.

Despite the changes, a fervor seems to have gripped the Clan. They will grow! They will succeed. They've faced challenges before and they've adapted and overcome them.
As for Michlo, only time will tell.

Written by: Michlo on: 12/20/03

Lord Michlo
Founder and Protector of Clan Walker