Oraileo Obsidian is born into the illustrious House Obsidian, a lineage renowned for its vast wealth and influence, largely derived from the adamantine mines in Valtera. Unlike his father, Arathur Obsidian, who is deeply entrenched in the traditions and practices that sustain their family's power, Oraileo envisions a different future.
From a young age, Oraileo shows a keen intellect and a compassionate heart. He excels in his studies, particularly in areas related to philosophy, environmental sciences, and economics. Oraileo spends much of his youth exploring the lands around Valtera, developing a deep appreciation for nature and the local communities affected by the mining operations. He sees the toll that the relentless extraction of adamantine takes on the environment and the people, and he becomes determined to find alternative ways to sustain his family's legacy without causing such harm.
Arathur, now an aging patriarch, recognizes his son's intelligence and good intentions but views them as impractical and idealistic. To Arathur, the mines are the lifeblood of House Obsidian, the source of their immense wealth and political clout. He fears that without the steady flow of adamantine, their family's power will crumble, leaving them vulnerable to rivals and internal strife. Arathur believes that his son needs to understand the harsh realities of their world—that power and wealth often require difficult choices and sacrifices.
As Arathur's health begins to decline, he grows increasingly concerned about Oraileo's readiness to take on the mantle of leadership. He sees his son's forward-thinking ideas as naive and potentially dangerous, fearing that they will lead to the family's downfall. Yet, despite their differences, Arathur loves Oraileo deeply and wants to ensure he is prepared for the responsibilities that lie ahead.
Oraileo, aware of his father's concerns, strives to find a balance between his ideals and the pragmatic needs of their house. He engages in extensive research, seeking sustainable alternatives to the mining operations, and initiates dialogues with other noble houses, hoping to forge alliances that will support a transition to a more environmentally and socially responsible model of governance.
The tension between father and son grows as Arathur's days dwindle, each hoping to impart their vision for the future of House Obsidian. Oraileo faces the daunting task of reconciling his progressive ideals with the entrenched traditions of his family, determined to honor his father's legacy while steering their house towards a new dawn.
Soft‑spoken even amid hammer‑blows, Oraileo serves as the hinge between brawny defenders and scholarly strategists: Arathur calls him “the mind in the mail,” soldiers call him “Forge‑Brother,” and the children he feeds with kettle‑bread call him simply “Leo.” If Eldergate holds, it will be because his forges never cool.
From a young age, Oraileo shows a keen intellect and a compassionate heart. He excels in his studies, particularly in areas related to philosophy, environmental sciences, and economics. Oraileo spends much of his youth exploring the lands around Valtera, developing a deep appreciation for nature and the local communities affected by the mining operations. He sees the toll that the relentless extraction of adamantine takes on the environment and the people, and he becomes determined to find alternative ways to sustain his family's legacy without causing such harm.
Arathur, now an aging patriarch, recognizes his son's intelligence and good intentions but views them as impractical and idealistic. To Arathur, the mines are the lifeblood of House Obsidian, the source of their immense wealth and political clout. He fears that without the steady flow of adamantine, their family's power will crumble, leaving them vulnerable to rivals and internal strife. Arathur believes that his son needs to understand the harsh realities of their world—that power and wealth often require difficult choices and sacrifices.
As Arathur's health begins to decline, he grows increasingly concerned about Oraileo's readiness to take on the mantle of leadership. He sees his son's forward-thinking ideas as naive and potentially dangerous, fearing that they will lead to the family's downfall. Yet, despite their differences, Arathur loves Oraileo deeply and wants to ensure he is prepared for the responsibilities that lie ahead.
Oraileo, aware of his father's concerns, strives to find a balance between his ideals and the pragmatic needs of their house. He engages in extensive research, seeking sustainable alternatives to the mining operations, and initiates dialogues with other noble houses, hoping to forge alliances that will support a transition to a more environmentally and socially responsible model of governance.
The tension between father and son grows as Arathur's days dwindle, each hoping to impart their vision for the future of House Obsidian. Oraileo faces the daunting task of reconciling his progressive ideals with the entrenched traditions of his family, determined to honor his father's legacy while steering their house towards a new dawn.
Since the Bastion fell
Oraileo Obsidian—the quiet genius of House Obsidian—has traded courtly robes for a smith’s apron, turning crisis into a roaring furnace of invention. Stationed in Eldergate alongside Arathur and Lord Aric Ironheart, Oraileo converted three disused granaries into “storm‑forges,” mobile workshops that pour out obsidian‑veined shields and the new Nightglass arrowheads that punch through Hextoran plate. When refugees choke the gates, he has them lay charcoal, pump bellows, or shape rivets—every frightened hand becoming part of Eldergate’s war machine. Yet Oraileo’s true obsession is knowledge: by night he pores over slag‑crusted tomes salvaged from the Bastion’s ruined libraries, hunting formulas that might let obsidian drink divine light the way mithral drinks magic. He believes such weapons could break Hextor’s iron phalanxes without spilling a single innocent soul, and he’ll barter secrets—or risk his life in demon‑strode tunnels—to find them.Soft‑spoken even amid hammer‑blows, Oraileo serves as the hinge between brawny defenders and scholarly strategists: Arathur calls him “the mind in the mail,” soldiers call him “Forge‑Brother,” and the children he feeds with kettle‑bread call him simply “Leo.” If Eldergate holds, it will be because his forges never cool.