Delnoch has always been a small region. It's people living simple lives, with the troubles of the world seeming very far away. The War of Many Banners changed all that. Delnoch was ill prepared for the armies that stormed across it's borders, taking what they would, and destroying what they could not carry off. The peasantry was ground beneath their boots. The land was thrown into turmoil.
These dark times finally eased with the end of the war, and the formation of the Vornair kingdom. The High King recognized Delnoch as a county in it's own right, and the land was able to begin it's healing. However, the mind of the count would prove far less resilient. He harbored a deep resentment for what had been done to his people, that slowly festered into rage. He became paranoid, xenophobic. His pathologic distrust of outsiders led him to close his borders, cutting his people off from the trade that sustained them, leading them even further into poverty. His children grew up in a household of fear, fed tales of the wickedness of the outside world. It was little surprise when his heir, Mateus, followed in his footsteps.
Under Mateus' rule, the county stagnated. Distrust of outsiders continued to starve trade. His severely conservative and traditional outlook stifled technology. The peasants trudged through their days in a miasma of bleak despair. The new count eventually married, but the union was one of expedience rather than love. His only concern was that of producing an heir. When his bride died in childbirth, his paranoia only grew, and he became convinced that even the gods were wicked and out to get him. Mateus resolved that his son would not be led astray by the devious influences he perceived all around him, so he kept him stiflingly close. Punishing him harshly for any imagined transgressions, with praise for good deeds next to non-existent. In his own misguided way, he thought he was protecting young Arisilde, but it only served to drive a wedge between them.
As Arisilde grew, so did his resentment of his father's domineering ways. This led him to ever increasing acts of rebellion. Pranks, shirking of duties, and insubordination grew into prolonged disappearances from the estate without a word. Naturally, the old count was furious. Attempting to take a more firm hand with Arisilde and break him of this behavior, the count grew into a tyrant. Arisilde's every move was watched. His every mistake pointed out and punished. It didn't take long for him to resolve to escape for good. He packed a small bag with supplies, and he left, vowing never to return. Traveling far a wide in his wandering, Arisilde marveled at the places he saw, and the people he found there. He was taken aback by the lives these people led, so rich with culture. Content and productive. So very different than back home. His love of exploration and discovery grew with each new adventure, leading him into the dark corners of far off lands.
One adventure too many found him where he had no business being, leading to disaster. Wounded and burning with fever, he barely escaped with his life. Arisilde found himself wandering, his fevered mind leading him without conscious thought. He finally collapsed deep within a wood, not far from the county of his birth. His subconscious mind had been leading him home, but his body simply could not manage the trip. The sound of a female's voice humming a quiet tune woke him. Opening his eyes, he discovered he was in a small cottage. Looking around the room grogily, he found the owner of the voice sitting besides the hearth, the sleek furred head of large beast in her lap. It's ears laid back as she stroked it's head. She turned her head at the sound of his movement, meeting his eyes with a bright grin.
Nienie nursed Arisilde back to health, and during their time together the two fell in love. Their opposing personalities somehow finding a compliment in each other. Once he was well enough to travel, Arisilde headed home to inform his father of his intent to marry. Upon arriving home, he discovered that his father had died, and that the manor's steward had been taking care of things for some time now. Arisilde took the reins of the county reluctantly, but he vowed to do everything in his power the be the opposite of his father in his rule. He would uplift the citizens. Make Delnoch a place worth living in once again. He married Nienie soon after, only then finding out that she was in fact a countess in her own right, and with their union her county of Isangora was merged to his. Delnoch and Isangora, became Delgora.