King Galerain
King of the Huldra Galerain (a.k.a. Master of the Mountain of Thunder, Lord of Smiths)
Galerain, master smith of the Huldra and forger of the heavenly Laeomena gems. He and his son's waged a brutal series of wars in the east, where they founded kingdoms of their own in the lands there. He would be the last king to rule from Tirmagall, dying in the fighting as the city was destroyed by the Giant King Nidgram.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Galerain was strong, his arms and shoulders were born out of the strength of forging and his hammer was brought down hard, bending anything beneath it to the shape he desire. Galerain however, was noted as shorter and stouter than others of his kin, especially contrasted to his eldest son who was noted as tall, slender, and light-footed.
Specialized Equipment
Airgreim- Hammer of Galerain and kept atop Mount Toreach
Belduaren- Galerain's personal sword
Belduaren- Galerain's personal sword
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Son of the Elder King of the Huldra fae Sylren An Lonrach, who came to this land from far away Illan, homeworld of the fae. Galerain too was a son of the divine ones, for far away, from the gaze of all mortals, Kavrala, lady of the moon fell in love with the stranger king of the fae. Galerain's passion was intricacies, the construction of elaborate and beautiful things. Leading other fae and men with similar appetites, he established his great forge atop Mount Toreach, a mountain that earned its name for the pounding of smithing hammers atop it. It was atop the Mountain of Thunder that Galerain would not only craft the chest of Ciaran, the chest containing the relics of the Iarsma, but also where he alone brought to life the greatest gift. Atop Toreach, with the ringing of hammer and the blazing fires of the forge, Galerain crafted the great Laeomena gems.
The Laeomena were unlike anything seen before, shining with an elegance and awe-inspiring luminosity, one could feel as if they were beside the gods when they were unveiled. The gems shone like that of moonlight, shifting and shimmering, one could look at their center and find all the intricacies of the universe laid bare before them. The gems inspired and roused the soul, they pierced through the cynicism of sour men and made them believe in something greater, an ornate plan for all things, a glimpse at the heart of the cosmos. The greatness of these gems inspired similar greatness in the hearts of the fae, they believed them to be the most beautiful things in the universe. Yet with greatness, come those who would have it all for themselves. Atop a throne of iron and shadow, the great king of the giants gazed and saw the gems for himself. Astounded by their beauty, and seeking to humiliate his western foes, King Nidgram planned to seize the gems for himself. On a still night, when none suspected a thing, a thegn of Nidgram, wrapped in a blanket of unseen shadow, came upon the vault holding the Laeomena and stole the five gems.
In the coming morning, when the deed of the night was discovered, Galerain himself advised caution but he did little to simmer the white-hot fury of his father who rode off to the east alone, to the seat of the giant king. When the king raced east, Galerain knew he would never see his father again and in times ahead, a song from the birds and from the sky came, which foretold the death of the elder king. Through Galerain's veins flowed the blood of two worlds, the hopes and dreams of both he strived to do good by, and the dreams of all his people were thrust upon the son of the shining one once word came of the death of the king in the east. With the gentle snows first coming upon the slain body of his father, Galerain was crowned with the beat iron crown of Sylren and the mission of the first king fell to his son, untested in such things. Galerain was not always to be king, some thought him too narrowminded, too focused on his intricate crafts, and inattentive to the goings on in the world. For in truth, Galerain did not think himself worthy of the crown of his father, nor did he envy the burden of leadership. Many thought Galerain's cousin, King Naevylan would make a better ruler, Naevylan was grave, yes but he understood the burdens of kingship far better than his younger cousin.
With the provocative death of their king, Galerain rallied once more the armies of the fae to the drums of war resounded. In the sorrow and anger of loss, Galerain and his five sons swore a terrible oath, an oath amidst the burning gifts of the giants to not only avenge the death of their father and grandfather but also, for the return of all five of the Laeomena gems, lest death come to all the world. Galerain and his sons rallied the armies of the fae and men and set off for the east. Raising his sword Belduaren, Galerain led the host of the fae to the Adwine river. First across the winding river was the king's eldest son Eaforn, leading the strongest host of the fae armies who battled with a small number of giants, routing them utterly. Upon reaching his victorious son, Galerain acclaimed him greatly, before the armies of his four other sons. The four remaining armies then regrouped at the shore of Lake Vesturin, a land they named Orithoir meaning East Water. After some reorganizing, the fae armies set out and went further, coming upon the vanguard of the giant army.
The Battle of the Vingaldin river commenced and fierce was the clash. At Vingaldin, the fae were overcome by the ferocious thegn of Nidgam, Hraust who was called Miklihræglir which means the Great and Terrible in the tongue of the giants. Blowing his great holden horn, this captain of Balengar challenged any in the army of men to come and face him. None strode before the towering giant, not Ancaron, the leader of men nor any other before from the serving retinue of Ancaron, a boy named Glanduil strode forward accepting the challenge. Miklihræglir boomed with laughter, the boy before him was solemn and did not show fear as when the fight commenced, he loosed six arrows into the giant, one to this throat. When Miklihræglir fell, the boy grasped his horn and blew it himself, thus he would be called Meginil Gieachoir, the Man of the Golden Horn. The victory of Meginil at Vingaldin was a great boon to the morale of men, none among them or in ages past had so successfully rewoken the normally battle-ready fae and so, the boy of golden dreams came to have many followers and many who believed him to be called from above to lead them.
Yet, as the armies of fae and men raced east, doom waited for them. On a silent night, a great rush of wind came winds like a tempest across a dark and stormy sea. Then heard was a great bellow that shook the ground. Many among the camp scrambled, none knew what was happening and many thought a quake had come to bury them away. Then, the whirling wind and shaking were pierced by a terrible cry, far away yet close like a whisper, piercing at the heart a cry was heard, and a roar from beasts came ringing and brought fear to the souls of men and fae. From the sky came the furious answer of the Jotnar, atop Basdūh, Nidgram brought the Draigs of the Jotnar upon the camp. On wings of boney iron, they came upon the camp of the Rolling Green and their fires burned with a heat only rivaled by that of the Kunkal of old.
A battle commenced, giant on foot, and in the sky came crashing down upon the scambling westerners. Galerain, in a panic and in a need to save as many as he could, signaled a retreat but those that made it were gifted by fortune, for a great many perished in the raging inferno. As he looked back, Galerain saw a sight that he would come to forever remember, amidst a field of fire, the King of the Huldra spied one, with golden hair, dashing forth with wounded and those in agony. No weapon graced his waist, and no armor to shield himself from fire did he wear, this golden prince, whose mission was to save as many of his kindred warriors as he could, saved many.
The remainder of the armies regrouped back along the banks of Orithoir, the east water. Once in safety, Galerain came to be despondent, angered, and frustrated with victory snatched away so easily. When his sons came before him to greet him, he noticed Erefraim was not among them and he fell into a panic. The king raced back to the now scorched black land in search of his missing son. Among a field of death, the king saw the extent of such devastation wrought by dragon fire. Melted flesh, some bodies molded to the earth, the screaming of dying horses and everywhere the king ventured, the wreaking smell of burnt flesh and the dead came with him. Everywhere the king went, to those who staggered away, he asked "Have you seen my son? My tall boy of golden hair, have you seen my Erefraim?" The king shed all regal attire, he came not to those who survived as their ruler, as their overlord and most high, but as a father desperate in search for a lost child. Only then, when a shred of hope came to linger in Galerain's heart that his son had escaped the flames, then he came upon a body he recognized. With a dreadful landscape of death and ruin all around, his golden hair shone radiantly still. Galerain came upon his son Erefraim there, shuddering as he placed his hand upon his boy's cheek as death came for him. Speaking then only a whisper, a whisper of only sorrow and sadness, from a broken father to his passing son, "Oh Erefraim, please awake now, please... do not go where I cannot follow, do not leave your father in a world without you!"
Yet Golden Erefraim was gone now, never to grace the world with his goodness again. He saved many yet death came for him regardless of his courage. When he was a boy, he loved the harp and singing, as he came to adulthood, he came to be a skilled craft maker like his father. Like his father, he loved intricacies, puzzles, wordplay, and riddles but forever remained a simple and much-loved son of the king. These were the thoughts now burning away at the mind of Galerain as he cradled his boy in his arms. Erefraim, simple and gentle, goodness and kindest of the fae, slain in fire where so many others had come to live thanks to him. He did not desire worldly things, he was loyal, and he loved his brothers without ceasing, and they loved him thusly. Behind, Erefraim left his own lady, Averna, daughter of now slain Bellinor Belisar of Sylren's guard. Behind, Erefraim left a newborn boy, swaddled still, eyes closed, a little and precious thing, innocent and sweet, never to meet his father of such kindness and character. Little Cerelian would remind many of his father, now departed, in coming days. In his loss, Galerain was wounded more so than a thousand pierces, for in truth, Erefraim was his favored son, though he showed Eaforn his due as the eldest, Galerain saw so much of himself in the slain son now held tightly in his shaking arms.
Galerain departed then, the war, he returned home to put his son to rest and send him to the Hall of Síoran. Eaforn took command of the armies of the west then, and with burning grief in his heart, he rampaged through the east with a vengeance. Galerain was though, swallowed with grief and came to fall under a cloud of bitterness and despair. In the city, those that roamed the great streets of Tirmagall felt no warmth, the sun shone but did not give heat for the world felt a colder and darker place now without Galerain's much-loved son. Word came from the east of battles fought and battles won, many presumed victories would lighten the heart of the king but none did. He corresponded greatly with Eaforn, who regaled him news of the wars in the east, as well as his other sons who did likewise. Of all who told him tales of the wars, Galerain treasured most the messages of his youngest Eregrin, who told him of how he was, what troubled his mind, and the thoughts racing in his mind of the goings on back home. Yet on cold nights, the King of the Huldra could be found at the mausoleum of his fallen son, whispering and speaking plainly to the hard stone statue of his Erefraim. Galerain dotted often over his grandson Cerelian, the son of Erefraim, who was but an infant. He tried in vain to persuade Averna, wife of Erefraim, from going east and fighting there, but she did not heed the advice of her king and went away.
When news reached the king of the growth of the lands to the east, where his sons had created lands of their own to rule from, Galerain knew full well that the seeking of the Laeomena was tiring away and knew full well the dire consequences of such action. The King pleaded with his sons to remain steadfast to duty, to continue their quest for the gems, he received replies of deflection and excuses, much to the sinking of his heart. Despite the won battles in the east, the court of Tirmagall ran with a blue solemnness, songs of sorrow were sung, songs of better days long past, and the weariness of the world of the day. Then word came of a battle across the great river, word of a calamity that shook once more the heart of the ailing king. Eaforn, his eldest boy had been surrounded near a ford in giant lands and been killed, as was the mother of Cerelian. Galerain then shared grief with his grandson, still no more but a babe, and Galerain held him tighter and closer.
When word came to the king that the realms of his sons were under siege, action came again to the king, and a flurry of words roamed out searching for news of their wellbeing. Then word came of the giant host coming to the land of delight, led by the great enemy Nidgram. Galerain, in desperation over the loss of so many of his family, sent his grandson Cerelian away to the house of his cousin, the Elder King Naevylan to safety. Then, with a fire renewed, Galerain raised once more his sword Belduaren from its place of rest and rallied the defenders of the city. When the army of Nidgram came to the land of delight, no more rested did the tired and broken-hearted king of cold halls and sad songs, now risen once more was Galerain, forge-lord, Galerain of the radiant gems, and master of the Mountain of Thunder. Galerain set to work building impressive machines of war to throw terrible stones upon the giants or massive rods like spears that propelled the giants away from the walls of the city. When a contingent of giants attempted to set ships alight and ram them into the sea walls of the city, Galerain had a set of claws made atop the battlements that flipped the ships over, dousing their flames.
The machines of Galerain halted the advance of the giants but soon, the defenders of the city were overwhelmed by the sheer number of the Jotnar before them. During midday on the final day of the siege, the walls were breached and upon gazing at the sight before him, Galerain rallied the defenders atop the hill of Einhiel and strode forward to meet the giants in the streets. Clad not in the regal armor of a Faen king, but instead in the common attire of one of his own warriors, Galerain fought like a maddened hound. His sword Belduaren was shattered against the enemy and he received many wounds. The fighting grew fierce at the base of the hill where the king made his last stand. It was there, the second Huldra king supposedly met his end. When the body of Galerain was brought before the triumphal giant king Nidgram, he laughed and ordered that Galerain's body be tied to his throne atop Einhiel while the city below him burned. A poem lamenting the death of the king ends with these words,
The Laeomena were unlike anything seen before, shining with an elegance and awe-inspiring luminosity, one could feel as if they were beside the gods when they were unveiled. The gems shone like that of moonlight, shifting and shimmering, one could look at their center and find all the intricacies of the universe laid bare before them. The gems inspired and roused the soul, they pierced through the cynicism of sour men and made them believe in something greater, an ornate plan for all things, a glimpse at the heart of the cosmos. The greatness of these gems inspired similar greatness in the hearts of the fae, they believed them to be the most beautiful things in the universe. Yet with greatness, come those who would have it all for themselves. Atop a throne of iron and shadow, the great king of the giants gazed and saw the gems for himself. Astounded by their beauty, and seeking to humiliate his western foes, King Nidgram planned to seize the gems for himself. On a still night, when none suspected a thing, a thegn of Nidgram, wrapped in a blanket of unseen shadow, came upon the vault holding the Laeomena and stole the five gems.
In the coming morning, when the deed of the night was discovered, Galerain himself advised caution but he did little to simmer the white-hot fury of his father who rode off to the east alone, to the seat of the giant king. When the king raced east, Galerain knew he would never see his father again and in times ahead, a song from the birds and from the sky came, which foretold the death of the elder king. Through Galerain's veins flowed the blood of two worlds, the hopes and dreams of both he strived to do good by, and the dreams of all his people were thrust upon the son of the shining one once word came of the death of the king in the east. With the gentle snows first coming upon the slain body of his father, Galerain was crowned with the beat iron crown of Sylren and the mission of the first king fell to his son, untested in such things. Galerain was not always to be king, some thought him too narrowminded, too focused on his intricate crafts, and inattentive to the goings on in the world. For in truth, Galerain did not think himself worthy of the crown of his father, nor did he envy the burden of leadership. Many thought Galerain's cousin, King Naevylan would make a better ruler, Naevylan was grave, yes but he understood the burdens of kingship far better than his younger cousin.
With the provocative death of their king, Galerain rallied once more the armies of the fae to the drums of war resounded. In the sorrow and anger of loss, Galerain and his five sons swore a terrible oath, an oath amidst the burning gifts of the giants to not only avenge the death of their father and grandfather but also, for the return of all five of the Laeomena gems, lest death come to all the world. Galerain and his sons rallied the armies of the fae and men and set off for the east. Raising his sword Belduaren, Galerain led the host of the fae to the Adwine river. First across the winding river was the king's eldest son Eaforn, leading the strongest host of the fae armies who battled with a small number of giants, routing them utterly. Upon reaching his victorious son, Galerain acclaimed him greatly, before the armies of his four other sons. The four remaining armies then regrouped at the shore of Lake Vesturin, a land they named Orithoir meaning East Water. After some reorganizing, the fae armies set out and went further, coming upon the vanguard of the giant army.
The Battle of the Vingaldin river commenced and fierce was the clash. At Vingaldin, the fae were overcome by the ferocious thegn of Nidgam, Hraust who was called Miklihræglir which means the Great and Terrible in the tongue of the giants. Blowing his great holden horn, this captain of Balengar challenged any in the army of men to come and face him. None strode before the towering giant, not Ancaron, the leader of men nor any other before from the serving retinue of Ancaron, a boy named Glanduil strode forward accepting the challenge. Miklihræglir boomed with laughter, the boy before him was solemn and did not show fear as when the fight commenced, he loosed six arrows into the giant, one to this throat. When Miklihræglir fell, the boy grasped his horn and blew it himself, thus he would be called Meginil Gieachoir, the Man of the Golden Horn. The victory of Meginil at Vingaldin was a great boon to the morale of men, none among them or in ages past had so successfully rewoken the normally battle-ready fae and so, the boy of golden dreams came to have many followers and many who believed him to be called from above to lead them.
Yet, as the armies of fae and men raced east, doom waited for them. On a silent night, a great rush of wind came winds like a tempest across a dark and stormy sea. Then heard was a great bellow that shook the ground. Many among the camp scrambled, none knew what was happening and many thought a quake had come to bury them away. Then, the whirling wind and shaking were pierced by a terrible cry, far away yet close like a whisper, piercing at the heart a cry was heard, and a roar from beasts came ringing and brought fear to the souls of men and fae. From the sky came the furious answer of the Jotnar, atop Basdūh, Nidgram brought the Draigs of the Jotnar upon the camp. On wings of boney iron, they came upon the camp of the Rolling Green and their fires burned with a heat only rivaled by that of the Kunkal of old.
A battle commenced, giant on foot, and in the sky came crashing down upon the scambling westerners. Galerain, in a panic and in a need to save as many as he could, signaled a retreat but those that made it were gifted by fortune, for a great many perished in the raging inferno. As he looked back, Galerain saw a sight that he would come to forever remember, amidst a field of fire, the King of the Huldra spied one, with golden hair, dashing forth with wounded and those in agony. No weapon graced his waist, and no armor to shield himself from fire did he wear, this golden prince, whose mission was to save as many of his kindred warriors as he could, saved many.
The remainder of the armies regrouped back along the banks of Orithoir, the east water. Once in safety, Galerain came to be despondent, angered, and frustrated with victory snatched away so easily. When his sons came before him to greet him, he noticed Erefraim was not among them and he fell into a panic. The king raced back to the now scorched black land in search of his missing son. Among a field of death, the king saw the extent of such devastation wrought by dragon fire. Melted flesh, some bodies molded to the earth, the screaming of dying horses and everywhere the king ventured, the wreaking smell of burnt flesh and the dead came with him. Everywhere the king went, to those who staggered away, he asked "Have you seen my son? My tall boy of golden hair, have you seen my Erefraim?" The king shed all regal attire, he came not to those who survived as their ruler, as their overlord and most high, but as a father desperate in search for a lost child. Only then, when a shred of hope came to linger in Galerain's heart that his son had escaped the flames, then he came upon a body he recognized. With a dreadful landscape of death and ruin all around, his golden hair shone radiantly still. Galerain came upon his son Erefraim there, shuddering as he placed his hand upon his boy's cheek as death came for him. Speaking then only a whisper, a whisper of only sorrow and sadness, from a broken father to his passing son, "Oh Erefraim, please awake now, please... do not go where I cannot follow, do not leave your father in a world without you!"
Yet Golden Erefraim was gone now, never to grace the world with his goodness again. He saved many yet death came for him regardless of his courage. When he was a boy, he loved the harp and singing, as he came to adulthood, he came to be a skilled craft maker like his father. Like his father, he loved intricacies, puzzles, wordplay, and riddles but forever remained a simple and much-loved son of the king. These were the thoughts now burning away at the mind of Galerain as he cradled his boy in his arms. Erefraim, simple and gentle, goodness and kindest of the fae, slain in fire where so many others had come to live thanks to him. He did not desire worldly things, he was loyal, and he loved his brothers without ceasing, and they loved him thusly. Behind, Erefraim left his own lady, Averna, daughter of now slain Bellinor Belisar of Sylren's guard. Behind, Erefraim left a newborn boy, swaddled still, eyes closed, a little and precious thing, innocent and sweet, never to meet his father of such kindness and character. Little Cerelian would remind many of his father, now departed, in coming days. In his loss, Galerain was wounded more so than a thousand pierces, for in truth, Erefraim was his favored son, though he showed Eaforn his due as the eldest, Galerain saw so much of himself in the slain son now held tightly in his shaking arms.
Galerain departed then, the war, he returned home to put his son to rest and send him to the Hall of Síoran. Eaforn took command of the armies of the west then, and with burning grief in his heart, he rampaged through the east with a vengeance. Galerain was though, swallowed with grief and came to fall under a cloud of bitterness and despair. In the city, those that roamed the great streets of Tirmagall felt no warmth, the sun shone but did not give heat for the world felt a colder and darker place now without Galerain's much-loved son. Word came from the east of battles fought and battles won, many presumed victories would lighten the heart of the king but none did. He corresponded greatly with Eaforn, who regaled him news of the wars in the east, as well as his other sons who did likewise. Of all who told him tales of the wars, Galerain treasured most the messages of his youngest Eregrin, who told him of how he was, what troubled his mind, and the thoughts racing in his mind of the goings on back home. Yet on cold nights, the King of the Huldra could be found at the mausoleum of his fallen son, whispering and speaking plainly to the hard stone statue of his Erefraim. Galerain dotted often over his grandson Cerelian, the son of Erefraim, who was but an infant. He tried in vain to persuade Averna, wife of Erefraim, from going east and fighting there, but she did not heed the advice of her king and went away.
When news reached the king of the growth of the lands to the east, where his sons had created lands of their own to rule from, Galerain knew full well that the seeking of the Laeomena was tiring away and knew full well the dire consequences of such action. The King pleaded with his sons to remain steadfast to duty, to continue their quest for the gems, he received replies of deflection and excuses, much to the sinking of his heart. Despite the won battles in the east, the court of Tirmagall ran with a blue solemnness, songs of sorrow were sung, songs of better days long past, and the weariness of the world of the day. Then word came of a battle across the great river, word of a calamity that shook once more the heart of the ailing king. Eaforn, his eldest boy had been surrounded near a ford in giant lands and been killed, as was the mother of Cerelian. Galerain then shared grief with his grandson, still no more but a babe, and Galerain held him tighter and closer.
When word came to the king that the realms of his sons were under siege, action came again to the king, and a flurry of words roamed out searching for news of their wellbeing. Then word came of the giant host coming to the land of delight, led by the great enemy Nidgram. Galerain, in desperation over the loss of so many of his family, sent his grandson Cerelian away to the house of his cousin, the Elder King Naevylan to safety. Then, with a fire renewed, Galerain raised once more his sword Belduaren from its place of rest and rallied the defenders of the city. When the army of Nidgram came to the land of delight, no more rested did the tired and broken-hearted king of cold halls and sad songs, now risen once more was Galerain, forge-lord, Galerain of the radiant gems, and master of the Mountain of Thunder. Galerain set to work building impressive machines of war to throw terrible stones upon the giants or massive rods like spears that propelled the giants away from the walls of the city. When a contingent of giants attempted to set ships alight and ram them into the sea walls of the city, Galerain had a set of claws made atop the battlements that flipped the ships over, dousing their flames.
The machines of Galerain halted the advance of the giants but soon, the defenders of the city were overwhelmed by the sheer number of the Jotnar before them. During midday on the final day of the siege, the walls were breached and upon gazing at the sight before him, Galerain rallied the defenders atop the hill of Einhiel and strode forward to meet the giants in the streets. Clad not in the regal armor of a Faen king, but instead in the common attire of one of his own warriors, Galerain fought like a maddened hound. His sword Belduaren was shattered against the enemy and he received many wounds. The fighting grew fierce at the base of the hill where the king made his last stand. It was there, the second Huldra king supposedly met his end. When the body of Galerain was brought before the triumphal giant king Nidgram, he laughed and ordered that Galerain's body be tied to his throne atop Einhiel while the city below him burned. A poem lamenting the death of the king ends with these words,
Atop burning hall he dweltGalerain was the last fae king to rule from Tirmagall, the city was utterly ruined and many of its people were taken east, to be put under the yoke of slavery in the giant lands. Yet hope still remained in the lands of Galerain's sons, where they repelled the onslaught of the giants and forged new realms for the Huldra. Eregrin, youngest son of Galerain, would be the only of his sons to reclaim a gem of the Laeomena, taken from the fallen thegn of Nidgram Antaenir, who had slain his brother Eaforn at the Dead Ford. So, the realm of Eregrin was blessed and came to be the greatest realm of the fae in the world until the death of Foriael Erá, great-great-grandson of Galerain.
Yet the city's fire he had not felt
For he sat on hard and cold stone
Beside fallen crown,
Beside fallen home
Education
Galerain was noted as being instructed and tutored in martial affairs by Bellinor Belisar, a friend of his father Sylren and captain of the guard of Einhiel.
Accomplishments & Achievements
Great feats of craftsmanship, such as the Chest of Ciaran which held the Iarsma, the fine Faen blade Laegran which he crafted for his father, and notably the five Laeomena gems.
Failures & Embarrassments
His Laeomena gems were stolen from him by King Nidgram
Defeated at Talam Duganea
Lost his sons Erefraim and Eaforn before dying himself
Defeated at Talam Duganea
Lost his sons Erefraim and Eaforn before dying himself
Mental Trauma
Death of his son Erefraim caused a great spell of despair to come over him and he did not rejoin the fighting to the east, leaving it to his sons.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Seek out and see the return of his precious Laeomena to his possession
Virtues & Personality perks
Willful
Wise
Strong
Considerate
Wise
Strong
Considerate
Vices & Personality flaws
Unprepared
Pessimistic
Proud
Bitter
Despairing
Overconfident
Pessimistic
Proud
Bitter
Despairing
Overconfident
Social
Family Ties
Son of Elder King Sylren An Lonrach and Queen Kavrala
Father of Eaforn, Eandris, Erefraim, Eraniel, and Eregrin
Grandfather of Cenehen, Cerefor, Elearn, Cerenor, Eanore, Cerelian, and Eolin
Father of Eaforn, Eandris, Erefraim, Eraniel, and Eregrin
Grandfather of Cenehen, Cerefor, Elearn, Cerenor, Eanore, Cerelian, and Eolin
Social Aptitude
Galerain was a regal and imposing prince and king of the Huldra, he commanded the respect of those who listened to him. Sometimes he was arrogant, typically before he grasped the reins of power, but he never betrayed an inherent goodness he possessed. Galerain sought to give the world blessed gifts from his own hands, he gave all manner of presents to those around him and did so with pride and love. He took immense pride in not only himself but also the actions and deeds of his sons, particularly Eaforn and Erefraim, his eldest and his favorite respectively.
Speech
Galerain spoke with a tone of authority, his voice was pleasant and gentle to the ear but maintained a commanding pitch that revealed the power the Faen king was born inherently with. Sometimes he could appear pompous, sometimes, often after the death of his son, he sounded downtrodden and near a breaking point.
Species
Ethnicity
Date of Death
15th of Herrena
Life
9700 B.E
9085 B.E
615 years old
Circumstances of Birth
Son of King Sylren an Lonrach and Queen Kavrala
Circumstances of Death
Died in the fighting during the destruction of Tirmagall
Birthplace
Tirmagall, western coast of the Meridona
Place of Death
Tirmagall
Family
Children
Eyes
Light Brown
Hair
Long, Blond
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Fair
Height
6'7
Weight
190 lbs
Quotes & Catchphrases
"With suffering soon behind, the son of Sylren the Shining greets death"-Last words before dying during the Fall of Tirmagall
Aligned Organization
(A Laeomena gem, crafted by Galerain atop Mount Toreach and source of the Wars of the Galerainil)
(Glanduil, known as Meginil Gieachoir, future High King of the Géadine)
(Galerain's eldest son Eaforn, leader of the armies of the Huldra in his stead)
(Galerain's favorite son Erefraim, slain at Talam Duganea)
(Averna Tielban, wife of Erefraim and mother of Cerelian Caricira)
(King Nidgram, chief foe of the Fae and lord of the Jotnar during the Wars of the Galerainil)
(Galerain's mother Kavrala, daughter of the goddess Erailna and lady of the moons)
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