King Sylren An Lonrach
King of the Huldra Fae Sylren (a.k.a. an Lonrach (The Shining)
The first Elder King of the Fae and brother of King Thallan An Teitheadh. Sylren was the first king of the Huldra, husband of the goddess Kavrala, the lady of the moon, and among the most revered and remembered fae to ever live.
Physical Description
Apparel & Accessories
Sylren's first crown, of beaten iron, would become an heirloom of the Huldra for many years after his death. It was lost during the sacking of Tirmagall, never to be found again.
Specialized Equipment
Laegran, the king's blade and one of the finest Faen swords ever made
Mental characteristics
Personal history
It has been said that as much is known of the fae, twice as much has been forgotten about them. Long before the arrival of the fae to the world, they lived in a world of their own, a land they called Illan. There they lived, there they dwelt, dozens if not hundreds of kings and queens and leaders and adventurers lived and died in Illan. Yet there came a day when the fae were faced with extinction, by the mysterious Outerking Malon. Malon's presence forced the desperate fae to abandon their home, through a gate piercing the division between worlds, where they sailed the great western sea for many years. After the end of the Jotnar Dawn Kingdom, and the destruction of their great city of Mikilhuld in the Nine Nights of Fire. The fifty ships of the fae landed far to the west. Sylren was the eldest among them, he guided them on their great exodus and his ship first made landfall in the new home of his people. Upon greeting the sands of the beach they tread, Sylren wept, for their time of running was over. Upon the first hill, he spied all across the land, and around that hill would be the center of Sylren's future city of Tirmagall, The Land of Delight. Yet discord erupted between the brothers, Thallan, the prideful younger brother wished to take a group of their people south, where he claimed to have spied greener plains and roaming hills. Thallan and around twenty ships departed and ventured south, where the younger king founded the Faen city of Ydalvi and became the first king of the Mainar fae.
As the walls of Tirmagall were raised, fae scouts ventured east, where the rolling plains quickly descend into bogs, marshes, and small caves. In this place, fae met man for the first time, scattered and in the dark, clinging to darkness for they still feared the fiery wrath of the Kunkal. Neither group understood the other, yet they found understanding in a shared solemness, a shared longing for better things, and a shared sadness. When the fae returned home to the west, some men followed them back and came to dwell in the area around Tirmagall. A bond began between the two races as man taught the fae the nature of the world, the changing of the seasons, the movement of the stars and the moons, and the sustaining earth they dwelled on. Men helped the fae plant their first crops, and the first farms and gardens there began. The fae introduced men to metalworking, construction, and crafting. Man boarded boats and ships for the first time and came to be navigators, fishermen, and sailors. Together, the two races brought the first song to the world, a simple tune, ruddy, and yet it was among the most precious things because it was shared between them.
Sylren also dared, his gall was astounding for in seeking a consort to bring him happiness, he gazed toward the sky and gave a warm smile, for he spied a fair maiden treading the surface so far away. Sylren spent many nights with his head high, as he looked on at the fairest person he had seen in all his years. Many nights he was silent but some he spent gazing to the sky, whispering to himself and no others. One night, Sylren fell into a sleep, a sleep of pleasant dreams, and yet when he awoke, he saw something truly wonderful. As piercing as daylight yet giving off no heat, he spied a great pillar of light coming from the largest of the two moons. The light shone like no other and yet as Sylren looked into it, he spied a familiar figure cased inside, descending gracefully. Sylren, the elder king, lay dumbstruck by what he was seeing, and as the wonder of the moment seemed to never end, the fair lady spoke with a gentleness Sylren had never heard. "Long has my gaze been upon you stranger king, at night I gaze down upon you, and yet never did you call my name no matter how I longed for it, will you call my name now?" Sylren remained struck by the moon maiden's beauty, he remained quiet for a moment before asking the woman her name and she said her name was Kavrala, daughter of Erailna and caretaker of her mother's domain.
According to the fae, the two spent the entire night speaking to one another before Kavrala departed for the day, only to return later in the night to do the same as before. Sylren was in total love, as nights passed, his heart yearned more and more for his moon maiden and a feeling of sorrow came over him when she was not beside him. The next night, when the pair were together, Sylren asked the lady to never leave, to stay with him and be beside him here, on the hard earth. Kavrala answered, that once parted from her mother, she could never return and Sylren sighed for he thought she meant to abandon him. The lady surprised the elder king, for with a glow coming from her, she shed a great light that danced for a time before them before launching itself into the sky toward the moon where it remained. Thus did Sylren the Elder King become Sylren An Lonrach, the shining son of the fae, consort of the lady of the night spheres.
Many years passed, when a great host came from the walls of Tirmagall, a host carrying riders and many goods south, towards the land of the Mainar, for there would be a great feast there. The twelve riders of the Huldra carried on, beside their king and came to a spot amidst a fruitful meadow called Búven, where a hall of wood and stone was built. As day gave to night, a ringing of trumpets was heard and a host of Mainar came to the hall this began Aeg Instech, the first gathering where reunited where many whose families had been separated. All manner of merrymaking was made, songs of happiness were sung in the hall and all manner of good drink and food consumed. The two kings each sang songs, Sylren a song of new beginnings in a new land, to united family and a hopeful future. Yet Thallan sang a song of the past, of solemn times, of their home before and many shed tears upon its conclusion. Together, the two kings of the fae raised a great stone pillar outside, beneath a blossoming tree, commemorating the unity and joy of the occasion.
Yet all did not find joy in such an occasion, for cloaked in shadow among them was one who, in a quiet fury, toppled the pillar and stood there beside it. Clad in mist and cloaked in darkness, this stranger stepped forth to the gathering of fae before him who called him Veivalir which means stranger and so the stranger revealed himself. Unbound by disguise, the stranger soon rose to a towering height, his shadow pierced the landscape and frightened many before, with a groan, he said this,
As quickly as he appeared, the eastern king of the Jotnar disappeared and left the fae questioning. The next day, the host of the Huldra came to Tirmagall in flames, all around men scrambling to douse the flames raging before them. Sylren however, was fearful and did not act immediately, this was what Thallan had done and soon a great host of Mainar came before Tirmagall, eager to reap revenge for the dishonor of the night in Búven. Yet Sylren's fear was great and only through the counsel of men did he relent and finally draw his sword. From there did march the first host of war in the west, a host that marched east, unprepared for what they would face. The two faen kings marched, leading their people, and the host of men who came alongside the fae were led by brothers, Adrenwulf and his younger brother Gamelin. Called An Thiad Bhiar, the First Battle, the host of men and fae were obliterated by the great might of the Jotnar, led by their dreaded king Nidgram. Upon that field, men and fae shed blood together but were defeated.
When the kings returned from the field, Sylren openly doubted the valor of men, who had lost the most in number at the battle. Seeing this disrespect, Adrenwulf, the elder, spoke and reaffirmed Sylren that men had been suffering long before the fae arrived. He spoke these words to the elder king.
In coming years, the defeat in the first battle was left alone, the eastern king felt his point was made and men soon dispersed from Tirmagall and toward the fields and plains around it. Sylren dropped his sword, fear still gripped him, fear of the threat of the giant king but his fear remained only his. He soon busied himself and on a hallowed night, Sylren and Kavrala came to have a son, a boy, born into the new world and home of his people, a boy they named Galerain. In years of peace, Sylren watched as his son grew to become the greatest of the Faen smiths, crafting untold crafts of beauty and glory. Galerain crafted the chest which held the sacred Iarsma, old soil, unmined stone, fallen leaf, and drops of water from Illan. Galerain built a chest to store these relics, a chest of pearls, gold and decorated in old runes of power, the chest of Ciaran, the eternal guardian of the fae and among their most prized treasures.
Yet so too did Galerain dedicate himself to a new task, a task that would take many days and nights to complete. Atop his forge, the son of An Lonrach pounded and tinkered. Fire spat from the summit, and on misty days the pounding of hammers sounded like thunder. The men around the base grew fearful of what Galerain seemed to be harnessing, they called the forge Toreach, and thus it was named the Mountain of Thunder. Galerain presented his father with a sword, a brilliant sword that shone in light when revealed. Sylren grasped it and swung it fiercely for the first time and it hummed and sang, so he named it Laegran.
When the smith presented his second gift, it was wrapped in cloth and still shone five brilliant lights which he presented to his father, the king. The gems of glory, the tears of the sun, radiant and as bright and beautiful as the moon on which Galerain's mother once dwelled, the Laeomena were the finest gems ever conceived and unrivaled in beauty. The five gems were taken and stored alongside the Iarsma, in a vault of hard stone, veiled by silk and a halo of mist where they were to remain. There in the veiled mist, the glories and greatness of the gems were known, they shone with a brilliance unlike anything the world had ever seen. With a godly grace to them, only those permitted by the king would peer through the great mist that surrounded them, spying them openly would sometimes burn the eyes, for this it was thought that only the good and honorable could look upon them unhindered. Yet far away, atop his throne of iron, the king of all the giants saw all. When he learned of the glory of the gems, he wished above all else for them to be his. On a still night, he sent one of his treacherous thegns to accomplish this for him. So arrived Belewre who came to An Lonrach's court and played her fine flute for the king. Beautiful and powerful she was, for even the music of the Fae paled in comparison to her song. Such was her playing that she lulled a great sleep upon the court of the king, such was her playing that the very roof of the great hall Einheil burst asunder into silent flame. So it was that deceitful Belewre came upon the veil of holies, she came upon the Iarsma and the Laeomena and clutched the gems, all five, in her hands and fled east. When dawn came and the spell she had over them diminished, the entirety of the city of the king was in an uproar. The gems were gone, taken into the hands of the enemy, and the sacred relics of the Fae were defiled. While Galerain spoke of caution, the heart of An Lonrach knew fear no longer and he rushed off east, his guardsmen in pursuit but they could not catch the king. None could catch An Lonrach, he went east and death chased after him. In a fury, he rode, to the realm of his great enemy, the giant king of his nightmares, the black source of terror and fear, to the halls of Nidgram he went, to the vile keep of Balengar. At night he did not rest, as his soul seared with a fury, for past fear gave rise to searing hot anger that could not be bound. Under the light of Erailna, screams, and curses of all kinds were heard, damning the giants, damning Nidgram and all of his line. Sylren, the elder king had shed the fear that had gripped him for so long and now came upon the east at a maddening pace. Upon the terrible keep of Balengar came the elder king, and all manner of creatures of the deep came before him, from vile beasts to the thegns and captains of Balengar, masters of war. They bid the western king to state his business before the throne of their lord and An Lonrach bid them a simple task, fetch their master, for he wished for a fight. A fight between two kings and none more so said An Lonrach. The captains went, and in trepidation, they fetched their master and in a short time there he came, clad in black shadow and bearing the iron crown of the Jotnar. With a rumbling, he came and with thunder he stepped, wielding a great black maul of doom, and all but An Lonrach bowed their heads beneath his gaze. Steady was Laegran for the arm that held it did not shake with fear, steady was the blade of the king.
With a great heave, the maul of Nidgram swung first and a great crack came over the earth where he drew the blow. With ease, An Lonrach sprung back, and with mad courage, he flew at Nidgram and rained blow after blow against him. In fear now, Nidgram swung wildly, a great pillar of rock sprung into the air with his miss, and showers of stone pelted many who stood by. Nidgram, the terror of the east now felt a jolt of fear amidst his bones, this Faen king had come for blood and in sight of his captains, Nidgram knew he could not fail. With a whirling of blade, An Lonrach hammered at the shadow-clad giant king who threw himself back to defend. Prying from him some armor, An Lonrach struck with fury as Laegran rang out, echoing off Balengar's walls. Across the land of doom, birds sang to the west, the deeds of the elder king, of his courage and his raging fury. An Lonrach fought on with trust unbroken, he fought with utter disregard and not a care for himself, none before had seen a warrior clad in the manner of the west fight with such abandon for safety. Not back and forth did the fighting go, none landed blow but An Lonrach, with every pierce and swipe came worry over the faces of Balengar's captains as they looked on. Yet An Lonrach ailed and upon a black pit, sunken into the earth from the blow of Nidgram, he stumbled, his momentum halted.
The east king regrouped and with a flush of his great hammer, he slammed it into the ground and roared, "No more will you strike the son of Aurelmir!" The birds ceased their song, all noise ceased but thunder which came from the earth when the giant lord lifted his hammer and struck An Lonrach with a violent blow. With a black vengeance, the maul of Nidgram came down and struck well. Far-flung was the king, whose shield now lay in tatters, a rod of bark in his side. The king of shadow roared and fell into a fury, the blows from his hammer came down faster and faster now, each was fiercer and fiercer until the last blow struck the Faen king cleanly. An Lonrach's body was crushed, he remained there for a time and Nidgram thought him finished. Yet he rose, not steady, yet rose nonetheless with red streaking all around him, and yet he rose still. Pulling himself up by his sword, An Lonrach roared once more for Nidgram to strike and he said "Bring all the monsters of your Black Tower to me, none will crush my spirit, swing all crafted arm of war against me, my shield may break but my spirit will not splinter... I will never yield!!" For a moment all were astonished but Nidgram collected himself and with a swift movement, he plunged his hand in fire, raised it to An Lonrach's head which he grasped between his fingers. Burning and roasting, An Lonrach was killed, his mouth seared shut and he was thrown down by the giant king who roared.
What happened to Sylren's body is unknown, for into darkness he went, along the land of darkness he ventured forever, along the walls of Balengar did the elder king perish. His death brought an end to the first age of the fae, a new age for the children of An Lonrach. When news came to the west, sorrow came to every home of the Huldra and men.
As the walls of Tirmagall were raised, fae scouts ventured east, where the rolling plains quickly descend into bogs, marshes, and small caves. In this place, fae met man for the first time, scattered and in the dark, clinging to darkness for they still feared the fiery wrath of the Kunkal. Neither group understood the other, yet they found understanding in a shared solemness, a shared longing for better things, and a shared sadness. When the fae returned home to the west, some men followed them back and came to dwell in the area around Tirmagall. A bond began between the two races as man taught the fae the nature of the world, the changing of the seasons, the movement of the stars and the moons, and the sustaining earth they dwelled on. Men helped the fae plant their first crops, and the first farms and gardens there began. The fae introduced men to metalworking, construction, and crafting. Man boarded boats and ships for the first time and came to be navigators, fishermen, and sailors. Together, the two races brought the first song to the world, a simple tune, ruddy, and yet it was among the most precious things because it was shared between them.
nuair a éiden gaotha fuaraSylren in these days established many things the fae would not abandon for he surrounded himself with twelve of his closest companions, clad them in golden armor, shining and pure, and they came to watch over their king with steadfast loyalty.
nuair a aiargi oiera gan réalta
nuair a liare an mac tíre sa dorchadas
nuair a ghreamaíonn eagla an croí
nuair nach dóigh liom dul ar aghaidh
Is cuimhin liom brionglóidí boga
Is cuimhin liom teallaigh the
Is cuimhin liom cara agus gaol
Smaoiním ar bhia agus uisce maith
Coinním creideamh ar feadh laethanta níos fearr
Tá aithne agam ar thalamh neart
Feicim laethanta uaisle
laethanta nuair a shiúlaimid talamh bog
le chéile i laethanta simplí go deo when cold winds blow
when starless night comes
when the wolf howls in the dark
when fear grips the heart
when I do not think to go on
I remember soft dreams
I remember warm hearth
I remember friend and kin
I think of good food and water
I keep faith for better days
I know land of plenty
I see days of gentleness
days when we walk soft ground
together in simple days forever
Sylren also dared, his gall was astounding for in seeking a consort to bring him happiness, he gazed toward the sky and gave a warm smile, for he spied a fair maiden treading the surface so far away. Sylren spent many nights with his head high, as he looked on at the fairest person he had seen in all his years. Many nights he was silent but some he spent gazing to the sky, whispering to himself and no others. One night, Sylren fell into a sleep, a sleep of pleasant dreams, and yet when he awoke, he saw something truly wonderful. As piercing as daylight yet giving off no heat, he spied a great pillar of light coming from the largest of the two moons. The light shone like no other and yet as Sylren looked into it, he spied a familiar figure cased inside, descending gracefully. Sylren, the elder king, lay dumbstruck by what he was seeing, and as the wonder of the moment seemed to never end, the fair lady spoke with a gentleness Sylren had never heard. "Long has my gaze been upon you stranger king, at night I gaze down upon you, and yet never did you call my name no matter how I longed for it, will you call my name now?" Sylren remained struck by the moon maiden's beauty, he remained quiet for a moment before asking the woman her name and she said her name was Kavrala, daughter of Erailna and caretaker of her mother's domain.
According to the fae, the two spent the entire night speaking to one another before Kavrala departed for the day, only to return later in the night to do the same as before. Sylren was in total love, as nights passed, his heart yearned more and more for his moon maiden and a feeling of sorrow came over him when she was not beside him. The next night, when the pair were together, Sylren asked the lady to never leave, to stay with him and be beside him here, on the hard earth. Kavrala answered, that once parted from her mother, she could never return and Sylren sighed for he thought she meant to abandon him. The lady surprised the elder king, for with a glow coming from her, she shed a great light that danced for a time before them before launching itself into the sky toward the moon where it remained. Thus did Sylren the Elder King become Sylren An Lonrach, the shining son of the fae, consort of the lady of the night spheres.
Many years passed, when a great host came from the walls of Tirmagall, a host carrying riders and many goods south, towards the land of the Mainar, for there would be a great feast there. The twelve riders of the Huldra carried on, beside their king and came to a spot amidst a fruitful meadow called Búven, where a hall of wood and stone was built. As day gave to night, a ringing of trumpets was heard and a host of Mainar came to the hall this began Aeg Instech, the first gathering where reunited where many whose families had been separated. All manner of merrymaking was made, songs of happiness were sung in the hall and all manner of good drink and food consumed. The two kings each sang songs, Sylren a song of new beginnings in a new land, to united family and a hopeful future. Yet Thallan sang a song of the past, of solemn times, of their home before and many shed tears upon its conclusion. Together, the two kings of the fae raised a great stone pillar outside, beneath a blossoming tree, commemorating the unity and joy of the occasion.
Yet all did not find joy in such an occasion, for cloaked in shadow among them was one who, in a quiet fury, toppled the pillar and stood there beside it. Clad in mist and cloaked in darkness, this stranger stepped forth to the gathering of fae before him who called him Veivalir which means stranger and so the stranger revealed himself. Unbound by disguise, the stranger soon rose to a towering height, his shadow pierced the landscape and frightened many before, with a groan, he said this,
"Long have you heard my name but seen me naught, I am Nidgram, and a message I bring. Remember well this place, oh west-sailors. Remember well upon who's generosity thy people are allowed to live unmolested. For thee are strangers in a land thee are unwanted, in a land of glory thee have come to siphon some off for thyselves. Woe be to you, uncrowned kings of invasion, treat with the king of the east or let violence, war and death come upon thy soft people. Ask well the Marnüm (Men) dwelling among thee in the north. Ask them well what the wrath of the Jotnar appears as. Let the fate of this pillar be a warning to heed me."
As quickly as he appeared, the eastern king of the Jotnar disappeared and left the fae questioning. The next day, the host of the Huldra came to Tirmagall in flames, all around men scrambling to douse the flames raging before them. Sylren however, was fearful and did not act immediately, this was what Thallan had done and soon a great host of Mainar came before Tirmagall, eager to reap revenge for the dishonor of the night in Búven. Yet Sylren's fear was great and only through the counsel of men did he relent and finally draw his sword. From there did march the first host of war in the west, a host that marched east, unprepared for what they would face. The two faen kings marched, leading their people, and the host of men who came alongside the fae were led by brothers, Adrenwulf and his younger brother Gamelin. Called An Thiad Bhiar, the First Battle, the host of men and fae were obliterated by the great might of the Jotnar, led by their dreaded king Nidgram. Upon that field, men and fae shed blood together but were defeated.
When the kings returned from the field, Sylren openly doubted the valor of men, who had lost the most in number at the battle. Seeing this disrespect, Adrenwulf, the elder, spoke and reaffirmed Sylren that men had been suffering long before the fae arrived. He spoke these words to the elder king.
"For one shall come that shall bring honor to our name, and the name of all before us. By the grace of the High Ones shall come our lost heir and the mission of the many shall fall to they, to avenge the dead masses, to rally the faithful and when iron turns to gold, the dawn of men shall come and blanket the world in our glory."
In coming years, the defeat in the first battle was left alone, the eastern king felt his point was made and men soon dispersed from Tirmagall and toward the fields and plains around it. Sylren dropped his sword, fear still gripped him, fear of the threat of the giant king but his fear remained only his. He soon busied himself and on a hallowed night, Sylren and Kavrala came to have a son, a boy, born into the new world and home of his people, a boy they named Galerain. In years of peace, Sylren watched as his son grew to become the greatest of the Faen smiths, crafting untold crafts of beauty and glory. Galerain crafted the chest which held the sacred Iarsma, old soil, unmined stone, fallen leaf, and drops of water from Illan. Galerain built a chest to store these relics, a chest of pearls, gold and decorated in old runes of power, the chest of Ciaran, the eternal guardian of the fae and among their most prized treasures.
Yet so too did Galerain dedicate himself to a new task, a task that would take many days and nights to complete. Atop his forge, the son of An Lonrach pounded and tinkered. Fire spat from the summit, and on misty days the pounding of hammers sounded like thunder. The men around the base grew fearful of what Galerain seemed to be harnessing, they called the forge Toreach, and thus it was named the Mountain of Thunder. Galerain presented his father with a sword, a brilliant sword that shone in light when revealed. Sylren grasped it and swung it fiercely for the first time and it hummed and sang, so he named it Laegran.
When the smith presented his second gift, it was wrapped in cloth and still shone five brilliant lights which he presented to his father, the king. The gems of glory, the tears of the sun, radiant and as bright and beautiful as the moon on which Galerain's mother once dwelled, the Laeomena were the finest gems ever conceived and unrivaled in beauty. The five gems were taken and stored alongside the Iarsma, in a vault of hard stone, veiled by silk and a halo of mist where they were to remain. There in the veiled mist, the glories and greatness of the gems were known, they shone with a brilliance unlike anything the world had ever seen. With a godly grace to them, only those permitted by the king would peer through the great mist that surrounded them, spying them openly would sometimes burn the eyes, for this it was thought that only the good and honorable could look upon them unhindered. Yet far away, atop his throne of iron, the king of all the giants saw all. When he learned of the glory of the gems, he wished above all else for them to be his. On a still night, he sent one of his treacherous thegns to accomplish this for him. So arrived Belewre who came to An Lonrach's court and played her fine flute for the king. Beautiful and powerful she was, for even the music of the Fae paled in comparison to her song. Such was her playing that she lulled a great sleep upon the court of the king, such was her playing that the very roof of the great hall Einheil burst asunder into silent flame. So it was that deceitful Belewre came upon the veil of holies, she came upon the Iarsma and the Laeomena and clutched the gems, all five, in her hands and fled east. When dawn came and the spell she had over them diminished, the entirety of the city of the king was in an uproar. The gems were gone, taken into the hands of the enemy, and the sacred relics of the Fae were defiled. While Galerain spoke of caution, the heart of An Lonrach knew fear no longer and he rushed off east, his guardsmen in pursuit but they could not catch the king. None could catch An Lonrach, he went east and death chased after him. In a fury, he rode, to the realm of his great enemy, the giant king of his nightmares, the black source of terror and fear, to the halls of Nidgram he went, to the vile keep of Balengar. At night he did not rest, as his soul seared with a fury, for past fear gave rise to searing hot anger that could not be bound. Under the light of Erailna, screams, and curses of all kinds were heard, damning the giants, damning Nidgram and all of his line. Sylren, the elder king had shed the fear that had gripped him for so long and now came upon the east at a maddening pace. Upon the terrible keep of Balengar came the elder king, and all manner of creatures of the deep came before him, from vile beasts to the thegns and captains of Balengar, masters of war. They bid the western king to state his business before the throne of their lord and An Lonrach bid them a simple task, fetch their master, for he wished for a fight. A fight between two kings and none more so said An Lonrach. The captains went, and in trepidation, they fetched their master and in a short time there he came, clad in black shadow and bearing the iron crown of the Jotnar. With a rumbling, he came and with thunder he stepped, wielding a great black maul of doom, and all but An Lonrach bowed their heads beneath his gaze. Steady was Laegran for the arm that held it did not shake with fear, steady was the blade of the king.
With a great heave, the maul of Nidgram swung first and a great crack came over the earth where he drew the blow. With ease, An Lonrach sprung back, and with mad courage, he flew at Nidgram and rained blow after blow against him. In fear now, Nidgram swung wildly, a great pillar of rock sprung into the air with his miss, and showers of stone pelted many who stood by. Nidgram, the terror of the east now felt a jolt of fear amidst his bones, this Faen king had come for blood and in sight of his captains, Nidgram knew he could not fail. With a whirling of blade, An Lonrach hammered at the shadow-clad giant king who threw himself back to defend. Prying from him some armor, An Lonrach struck with fury as Laegran rang out, echoing off Balengar's walls. Across the land of doom, birds sang to the west, the deeds of the elder king, of his courage and his raging fury. An Lonrach fought on with trust unbroken, he fought with utter disregard and not a care for himself, none before had seen a warrior clad in the manner of the west fight with such abandon for safety. Not back and forth did the fighting go, none landed blow but An Lonrach, with every pierce and swipe came worry over the faces of Balengar's captains as they looked on. Yet An Lonrach ailed and upon a black pit, sunken into the earth from the blow of Nidgram, he stumbled, his momentum halted.
The east king regrouped and with a flush of his great hammer, he slammed it into the ground and roared, "No more will you strike the son of Aurelmir!" The birds ceased their song, all noise ceased but thunder which came from the earth when the giant lord lifted his hammer and struck An Lonrach with a violent blow. With a black vengeance, the maul of Nidgram came down and struck well. Far-flung was the king, whose shield now lay in tatters, a rod of bark in his side. The king of shadow roared and fell into a fury, the blows from his hammer came down faster and faster now, each was fiercer and fiercer until the last blow struck the Faen king cleanly. An Lonrach's body was crushed, he remained there for a time and Nidgram thought him finished. Yet he rose, not steady, yet rose nonetheless with red streaking all around him, and yet he rose still. Pulling himself up by his sword, An Lonrach roared once more for Nidgram to strike and he said "Bring all the monsters of your Black Tower to me, none will crush my spirit, swing all crafted arm of war against me, my shield may break but my spirit will not splinter... I will never yield!!" For a moment all were astonished but Nidgram collected himself and with a swift movement, he plunged his hand in fire, raised it to An Lonrach's head which he grasped between his fingers. Burning and roasting, An Lonrach was killed, his mouth seared shut and he was thrown down by the giant king who roared.
What happened to Sylren's body is unknown, for into darkness he went, along the land of darkness he ventured forever, along the walls of Balengar did the elder king perish. His death brought an end to the first age of the fae, a new age for the children of An Lonrach. When news came to the west, sorrow came to every home of the Huldra and men.
Accomplishments & Achievements
Led his people from Illan to the western shores of the world
Founded and built Tirmagall
Was a renown friend of early men
Famous duel and death against King Nidgram
Founded and built Tirmagall
Was a renown friend of early men
Famous duel and death against King Nidgram
Failures & Embarrassments
Could not prevent the killing of men at Tirmagall by giants
Defeated at An Thiad Bhiar by Nidgram and the giants
Defeated at An Thiad Bhiar by Nidgram and the giants
Mental Trauma
Intense fear of Nidgram after An Thiad Bhiar
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Settle a land for his people to live peacefully in
Virtues & Personality perks
Loyal
Caring
Kind
Brave
Caring
Kind
Brave
Vices & Personality flaws
Fearful
Proud
Rash
Trusting
Overconfident
Proud
Rash
Trusting
Overconfident
Social
Family Ties
Older brother of King Thallan An Teitheadh
Husband of Kavrala
Father of Galerain
Grandfather of Eaforn, Eandris, Erefraim, Eraniel and Eregrin
Husband of Kavrala
Father of Galerain
Grandfather of Eaforn, Eandris, Erefraim, Eraniel and Eregrin
Social Aptitude
Sylren was a famously gregarious and kind king, he was patient and just among his own people but also in his taking in of men, inside the walls of Tirmagall. Sylren's generosity was so renowned that he was always remembered fondly by the generations of men who came after those first who stayed. He was the first "Man-friend", something fae would sometimes be called in emulation of his behavior towards men.
Relationships
Species
Ethnicity
Circumstances of Birth
Born in the fae homeworld of Illan
Circumstances of Death
Died in a duel against King Nidgram
Birthplace
Illan
Place of Death
Balengar, Fortress of Nidgram
Spouses
Kavrala
(spouse)
Siblings
Children
Eyes
Dark Brown
Hair
Short, Brown
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Fair
Height
7 ft
Weight
215 lbs
Quotes & Catchphrases
"A day will come when you are bowed beneath those greater, and oh Eastking, that day will be good."
(Kavrala, consort of Sylren, daughter of Erailna, and the lady of the moon)
(King Thallan an Teitheadh, younger brother of Sylren and first king of the Mainar)
(Sylren's only son and successor, Galerain the lord of the forge)
(Tirmagall, the city of Sylren and the first home of the Huldra fae)
(One of the Laeomena, the heavenly gems, stolen by Nidgram)
(Nidgram, king of the Jotnar, Lord of Balengar, and the terror of the west)
(Sylren falls before Nidgram)
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