King Aurengon Mylvia
King of the Black Mountains and Lord of Hulstun Aurengon (a.k.a. Mylvia (the Dulled)
Aurengon, King of the Feirara and Mustavori fae. Aurengon built the Faen underground city of Hulstun which brought great wealth to his realm and people. He would delve to deeply however and disappear into the depths of the Black Mountain's caverns.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Aurengon was no warrior of great prowess, he was a guardian and a steward of his realm and a caretaker for his people who had seen the ravages of war and calamity. Yet it appears, deep within the king, the courage and valor of a warrior lay dormant.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Aurengon, lord of the Black Mountain fae and last of his line dwelling in peace there. In days now come, he is called Mylvia, a name that means Dulled, in the northern fae dialect of Norelig, connecting to Aurengon's name which means Sunlight. Aurengon remained in connection and correspondence with many of the other Fae leaders of the south, particularly the Fae of the Ironwood who were his kin. The fae of the Black Mountains lived in a different state than many other fae enclaves. The Fae here came to live underground, building vast halls of stone and deep mines that produced minerals of great wealth. This is why their number are called the Mustavori or Children of Dark Peaks. Aurengon tended to the people of his realm and he became a loved guardian of the Mustavori. He fortified their underground caverns and delved deeper down in search of precious stones and gems which were found in abundance in the old mountains of the north. His seat of Hulstun, deep beneath the earth, came to be decorated with rich minerals and carved with runes of magical power that barred those not permitted to enter from doing so. Hulstun became an abode of fortune and many of the outlying villages of the Mustavori were abandoned in favor of the seat of the King of the Black Mountains. Yet all was not well in the north, for a vile evil lay in reach of the Fae.
In delving deeper and deeper, Aurengon and his people ventured further and further into darkness and nearer to the root of the mountain. It was there that the doom of Hulstun resided, slithering in the empty darkness, knawing upon stone and awoken from a long slumber. In the final messages of Aurengon, he spoke of something stirring in the deep, the pounding of drums and an evil chanting emanating from the root of the mountain. Despite his own misgivings and fear, Aurengon ventured further into the deep and the dark and is said to have awoken something truly terrible. Many Fae fled, going south to the land of the Ironwood where they were taken in and where tales of the doom of Hulstun were told.
Unknown to many, Aurengon awoke vile beasts, beasts, and monsters of beyond old times. For deep in the cracks and depths of the deep places of the world lay the remnants of the monsters of old, the children of the Gehn. Their shaking brought low the strongest tower, and their screams and shrieks pierced the heart and left the spine shuttering. In delving so deep, Aurengon abandoned his own realm and entered their own, their realm of darkness, madness, and death. Aurengon led a company of his Fae warriors deep into the ground to discover the cause of the disturbances. Only one of the company escaped and came to safety in the Ironwood. This was Cynmedel who gives a shivering account of what occurring beneath the caves and dwellings of Hulstun.
As the company approached, there was a banging and booming drum heard, a blaring and haunting sound that only became louder as they ventured further. The terror was the silence between the banging, for the imagining of the Fae got the better of them and they became dishearted, paranoid, and fearful. Yet when the company arrived and the noise became greater and greater yet it ceased in a single breath like it was nothing, as if the noise itself disapparated into the air. Now only was the sound of prayers by the Fae and the reassurances of their king. With a sudden gush, the cavern came alive with a burst of wind and soon they were felt, peeking above and beyond spying on them, just beyond eyesight. The company of Fae pushed beyond their fear, beyond reason, and all the courage their king could muster of them. Echoes bounced from the walls of the cavern, disgusting words spoken in a language as foreign as any yet heard by any mortal. It was like the chirping of insects, yet greater, piercing and shrieking and shaking. The walls themselves seemed to speak, garbled and backward, forward then back, as if the depths of the earth were alerted to the presence of the company. All around, signs of movement darted away from sight, yet still, they remained, peering into the hearts of the company and burrowing into their minds.
Just before the terror came to be too much, one of those behind screamed, tearing at their eyes and their skin as the madness of the sight they had seen overcame them. Aurengon bid one in their company to get the screamer to cease and Cynmedel did as his king bid him and the screaming did cease for the warrior ripped his tongue from his mouth. Aurengon then stopped the company, huddled them together, and told them to listen, for the noises had ceased as well, only the dripping of faraway waters and the echoes from the cave walls were heard now. Nearly silent was the cavern now with an occasional tumbling of rock to pierce the silence. A long silence was felt before the tongue-less warrior began trying to scream, trying to flush away their fear yet could not as they pointed above to an entrance into the cavern where the company was bid to look up.
Three eyes, each peeking and glaring through the souls of those before them, each had arms, spindly and ever moving and grasping violently itself, others, and the space around. Tucked away from sight, a hundred arms, writhing and grabbing in a frenzied panic. Black, sooted fingers lay at their end, not five fingers like that of mortals, but eight, ten, twenty, however many one could see at a time. They moved not with grace, but a twitching and erratic movement, creaking and bending in a way most unnatural. The monsters ached, screaming as if life itself were torturous and all the weight of the world was placed upon them.
Then they threw themselves at the company, beaten off initially, they screamed and roared with every blow struck against them yet they did not retreat for it seems they knew no fear. The Fae slashed and cut the arms from the beasts and yet, they returned moments later, grasping and gnashing at them once more. Knowing victory over these unholy monsters would not come, the company raced back where they came and were followed by the Gehnil who woke terror in their hearts, mimicking the voices of those now slain, calling out for aid. Cynmedel says then, that the monsters cried out for the king, in the voice of their comrades, calling out for their king to save them. According to Cynmedel, Aurengon became sorrowful over the agony brought by the monster's words and so, rushed back headlong to where they had come. Cynmedel states he was commanded by Aurengon to return to the surface and block the way down. Cynmedel did as he was commanded and fled and as he did, he heard the clanging of battle rising from the deep as he ascended.
The Fae heard his king battle greatly and heard the screaming moans of the maddening monsters. Yet Cynmedel did not hear the anguish of his people, but the ringing of steel in the cave and the roar of his king who fought like a madman to protect those who were fleeing. Aurengon, lord of two Faen realms, was not the stock of a warrior, he fought no great battles and knew a long peace during all his life. Yet Aurengon the Peaceable fought with such a fury, Cynmedel likened it to Eaforn, or Erénhel of old, and among the greatest feats of bravery and courage, he had ever witnessed. The scurrying Fae said that such was the sight of Aurengon, charging into the fray, that pride of his race overcame Cynmedel as he felt awestruck to have witnessed such a deed that was on par with the deeds of his forefathers' ages ago. Aurengon charged to certain death with the valor of an eagle-helmed Faen High King of old, of the stories told when the world was young and full of passion. Aurengon defied the terror sprung forth by these monsters of pre-creation and stirred a cry of searing bloodlust in his few warriors.
Cynmedel heard once more, the bashing of shield against flesh, the sound of a swung sword, carving the flesh of the monsters who cried out in a shrill and hushed scream. The ringing dwindled, replaced by the screeching of the Gehnil, screams were now heard and Cynmedel raced in a terror to the surface. When Cynmedel reached the surface, the roar of battle had ceased and the earth grew quiet finally.
In delving deeper and deeper, Aurengon and his people ventured further and further into darkness and nearer to the root of the mountain. It was there that the doom of Hulstun resided, slithering in the empty darkness, knawing upon stone and awoken from a long slumber. In the final messages of Aurengon, he spoke of something stirring in the deep, the pounding of drums and an evil chanting emanating from the root of the mountain. Despite his own misgivings and fear, Aurengon ventured further into the deep and the dark and is said to have awoken something truly terrible. Many Fae fled, going south to the land of the Ironwood where they were taken in and where tales of the doom of Hulstun were told.
Unknown to many, Aurengon awoke vile beasts, beasts, and monsters of beyond old times. For deep in the cracks and depths of the deep places of the world lay the remnants of the monsters of old, the children of the Gehn. Their shaking brought low the strongest tower, and their screams and shrieks pierced the heart and left the spine shuttering. In delving so deep, Aurengon abandoned his own realm and entered their own, their realm of darkness, madness, and death. Aurengon led a company of his Fae warriors deep into the ground to discover the cause of the disturbances. Only one of the company escaped and came to safety in the Ironwood. This was Cynmedel who gives a shivering account of what occurring beneath the caves and dwellings of Hulstun.
As the company approached, there was a banging and booming drum heard, a blaring and haunting sound that only became louder as they ventured further. The terror was the silence between the banging, for the imagining of the Fae got the better of them and they became dishearted, paranoid, and fearful. Yet when the company arrived and the noise became greater and greater yet it ceased in a single breath like it was nothing, as if the noise itself disapparated into the air. Now only was the sound of prayers by the Fae and the reassurances of their king. With a sudden gush, the cavern came alive with a burst of wind and soon they were felt, peeking above and beyond spying on them, just beyond eyesight. The company of Fae pushed beyond their fear, beyond reason, and all the courage their king could muster of them. Echoes bounced from the walls of the cavern, disgusting words spoken in a language as foreign as any yet heard by any mortal. It was like the chirping of insects, yet greater, piercing and shrieking and shaking. The walls themselves seemed to speak, garbled and backward, forward then back, as if the depths of the earth were alerted to the presence of the company. All around, signs of movement darted away from sight, yet still, they remained, peering into the hearts of the company and burrowing into their minds.
Just before the terror came to be too much, one of those behind screamed, tearing at their eyes and their skin as the madness of the sight they had seen overcame them. Aurengon bid one in their company to get the screamer to cease and Cynmedel did as his king bid him and the screaming did cease for the warrior ripped his tongue from his mouth. Aurengon then stopped the company, huddled them together, and told them to listen, for the noises had ceased as well, only the dripping of faraway waters and the echoes from the cave walls were heard now. Nearly silent was the cavern now with an occasional tumbling of rock to pierce the silence. A long silence was felt before the tongue-less warrior began trying to scream, trying to flush away their fear yet could not as they pointed above to an entrance into the cavern where the company was bid to look up.
Three eyes, each peeking and glaring through the souls of those before them, each had arms, spindly and ever moving and grasping violently itself, others, and the space around. Tucked away from sight, a hundred arms, writhing and grabbing in a frenzied panic. Black, sooted fingers lay at their end, not five fingers like that of mortals, but eight, ten, twenty, however many one could see at a time. They moved not with grace, but a twitching and erratic movement, creaking and bending in a way most unnatural. The monsters ached, screaming as if life itself were torturous and all the weight of the world was placed upon them.
Then they threw themselves at the company, beaten off initially, they screamed and roared with every blow struck against them yet they did not retreat for it seems they knew no fear. The Fae slashed and cut the arms from the beasts and yet, they returned moments later, grasping and gnashing at them once more. Knowing victory over these unholy monsters would not come, the company raced back where they came and were followed by the Gehnil who woke terror in their hearts, mimicking the voices of those now slain, calling out for aid. Cynmedel says then, that the monsters cried out for the king, in the voice of their comrades, calling out for their king to save them. According to Cynmedel, Aurengon became sorrowful over the agony brought by the monster's words and so, rushed back headlong to where they had come. Cynmedel states he was commanded by Aurengon to return to the surface and block the way down. Cynmedel did as he was commanded and fled and as he did, he heard the clanging of battle rising from the deep as he ascended.
The Fae heard his king battle greatly and heard the screaming moans of the maddening monsters. Yet Cynmedel did not hear the anguish of his people, but the ringing of steel in the cave and the roar of his king who fought like a madman to protect those who were fleeing. Aurengon, lord of two Faen realms, was not the stock of a warrior, he fought no great battles and knew a long peace during all his life. Yet Aurengon the Peaceable fought with such a fury, Cynmedel likened it to Eaforn, or Erénhel of old, and among the greatest feats of bravery and courage, he had ever witnessed. The scurrying Fae said that such was the sight of Aurengon, charging into the fray, that pride of his race overcame Cynmedel as he felt awestruck to have witnessed such a deed that was on par with the deeds of his forefathers' ages ago. Aurengon charged to certain death with the valor of an eagle-helmed Faen High King of old, of the stories told when the world was young and full of passion. Aurengon defied the terror sprung forth by these monsters of pre-creation and stirred a cry of searing bloodlust in his few warriors.
Cynmedel heard once more, the bashing of shield against flesh, the sound of a swung sword, carving the flesh of the monsters who cried out in a shrill and hushed scream. The ringing dwindled, replaced by the screeching of the Gehnil, screams were now heard and Cynmedel raced in a terror to the surface. When Cynmedel reached the surface, the roar of battle had ceased and the earth grew quiet finally.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Protect his realm and his people
Virtues & Personality perks
Generous
Keen
Courageous
Valorous
Kind
Humble
Observant
Keen
Courageous
Valorous
Kind
Humble
Observant
Vices & Personality flaws
Demanding
Avaricious
Avaricious
Social
Family Ties
Son of King Vanur of Feirara and Queen Mojina of the Black Mountains
Grandson of King Kyair and Deirthaen
Cousin of King Tarendal Grenrund
Grandson of King Kyair and Deirthaen
Cousin of King Tarendal Grenrund
Social Aptitude
Aurengon was known for his temperant and even-keeled personality. He was a strict and disciplined individual though he was caring and kind to all he came across. In him was the heart of a caretaker, one who loved his people and carried a paternalistic attitude toward protecting them and safeguarding their prosperity over his. Yet he could be passive, he could be petty and sometimes spiteful yet he was never proud enough to refuse to admit wrongfulness. His humility was his greatest trait and in death, his courage became his second.
Current Location
Species
Ethnicity
Other Ethnicities/Cultures
Year of Death
600 A.E
Circumstances of Birth
Son of King Vanur of Feirara and Queen Mojina of the Black Mountains
Circumstances of Death
Said to have died fighting the monsterous Gehnil
Birthplace
Feirara Forest
Place of Death
In the caverns beneath Hulstun
Children
Eyes
Dark Brown
Hair
Long, Golden, Fair
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Fair
Height
7 ft
Weight
180 lbs
Quotes & Catchphrases
"Run and seal the way behind you! Our days of sunlight have passed!" -Last words to Cynmedel
Aligned Organization
Hasdinian
Iolan
(Vanur, father of Aurengon and King of the Feirara Woods)
(King Kyair the Warlike, grandfather and predecessor of Aurengon)
(King Tarendal Grenrund, cousin of Aurengon and who welcomed the refugees of Hulstun)
(Statue raised by the Mustavori refugees depicting Aurengon)
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