Hakon Tueanor
Toerearacifaeil Hakon (a.k.a. Tuenor)
Of who he truly was, none could say, and none dared to say. Of his appearance, all testimony conflicts. Of his true name, all make claims and quickly admit their false declarations. And of his origins, all that could be said, was of his first appearance.
As is recorded in the The Testimony of Animar: "He came down from the mountains tall 'neath a thunder ridden storm, clad and glorious in Armor of Steel. As though he wore the Song of Steel itself. When asked for whom he had come, he stated that he had come for Humankind. And that his wrath, his breath, his steel, would ever bathe in profane blood. Ever in our names. Many thought to exalt him. But all other voices fell silent. For all hearts roars were drowned out by his being. He who was Thunder Made Man. For this, we hailed him as Hakon Tueanor. The From-High-Come Son of Thunder."
In the wake of that moment. Hakon Tueanor fought in the name of Humankind. And in the name of the Wood Elves. The Wood Elves would name him Toerearacifaeil, which, translated, meant "Thunder made Flesh." Engaging in open, bloody combat with the Primeval Vampyres, Lycanids, Reptilids, and Black Orcs. Armed with a mace of steel that fluttered and cracked with the lightning of a storm. As though he had pulled the heart of a mighty thunderstorm from its moorings and brandished it as a weapon.
As the Artean Men settled further into the continent. Their trials and sorrows only grew with every mile they settled. Their journey south proved to be their bane. The Black Orcs gave the Artean Settlers no peace. Raiding any farming hamlets they built and slaughtered their inhabitants in the most cruel and terrible ways capable of the Outcasts of Orkhaz' Children. Hakon marched south with a troupe of nine-hundred and thirty Artean warriors. The Black Orcs outnumbered them immensely, but Hakon was a warrior unlike any other. Before, or since.
While his Artean warriors formed their shield wall. Hakon sprinted across the space between their line and the line of the Black Orc warparty. And before the Arteans had reached the line of Black Orcs. Hakon had slain hundreds. Thunder and Lightning speared from him as though he were a lightning strike about to crash against the face of the earth. The Black Orcs didn't relent for a long time. But as their number dwindled further at the hand of one, with many more approaching fast. Fear struck them like an archers arrow. And they began to flee. But Hakon was not finished with them. Hakon gave chase faster than his initial charge. His feet vibrating and displacing the earth beneath his feet as though it were little more than leaves against the wind. The Black Orcs had no chance. They were struck and sundered by Hakons mace, torn apart with grim ferocity that no Human could ever display.
From far and wide, all who sought to prey upon Humans learned to fear the name Hakon Tueanor. The sight of his mace glittering in the sunlight before the clouds darkening above and the lightning crackling forth from it in place of a storm was enough to rout any army assembled with cruel purpose. A reputation that Agrimar the Brave, Heroic Son of Animar The Honored, had sought to learn from and emulate. In time, the two had become close. Friends in battle and in revelry around the campfire. But when trouble arose in the south again with the Black Orcs, Agrimar would ride south. But he would not return. The Black Orc raiders would slay him with disdain, and brutality.
Hakon would hear of this during a brief period of rest at Animars table. While Animar and his family began to weep and grieve. Hakon broke the cup in his hand, took up his mace, and disappeared in a flash of thunder that strode across the sky like a terror undreamed. The Orcs of the south still tell tales of the Khu'urth Oyoga'ar. The Thunder that Raged. The terror from the north that brought about the end of the Black Orcs. For six months through out the south, Hakons roars thundered in nearly every direction. At the end of it. Orc hunters and gatherers would find many decimated corpses of Black Orcs. Once, they were the terror of the south. Now their blood soaked the soil and sands of the south. But the man, was nowhere to be found. Hakon Tueanor had dissipated like vapor.
The only remnant of his presence on earth was a massive crater in the center of the Khos'suguur Valley in what is now the Ramian Province of The Zobir Argqueno Badlands. But at the site, there is no trace of Hakon. Only the example of his wrath that had scarred the earth itself. And the legend that he became.
As is recorded in the The Testimony of Animar: "He came down from the mountains tall 'neath a thunder ridden storm, clad and glorious in Armor of Steel. As though he wore the Song of Steel itself. When asked for whom he had come, he stated that he had come for Humankind. And that his wrath, his breath, his steel, would ever bathe in profane blood. Ever in our names. Many thought to exalt him. But all other voices fell silent. For all hearts roars were drowned out by his being. He who was Thunder Made Man. For this, we hailed him as Hakon Tueanor. The From-High-Come Son of Thunder."
In the wake of that moment. Hakon Tueanor fought in the name of Humankind. And in the name of the Wood Elves. The Wood Elves would name him Toerearacifaeil, which, translated, meant "Thunder made Flesh." Engaging in open, bloody combat with the Primeval Vampyres, Lycanids, Reptilids, and Black Orcs. Armed with a mace of steel that fluttered and cracked with the lightning of a storm. As though he had pulled the heart of a mighty thunderstorm from its moorings and brandished it as a weapon.
As the Artean Men settled further into the continent. Their trials and sorrows only grew with every mile they settled. Their journey south proved to be their bane. The Black Orcs gave the Artean Settlers no peace. Raiding any farming hamlets they built and slaughtered their inhabitants in the most cruel and terrible ways capable of the Outcasts of Orkhaz' Children. Hakon marched south with a troupe of nine-hundred and thirty Artean warriors. The Black Orcs outnumbered them immensely, but Hakon was a warrior unlike any other. Before, or since.
While his Artean warriors formed their shield wall. Hakon sprinted across the space between their line and the line of the Black Orc warparty. And before the Arteans had reached the line of Black Orcs. Hakon had slain hundreds. Thunder and Lightning speared from him as though he were a lightning strike about to crash against the face of the earth. The Black Orcs didn't relent for a long time. But as their number dwindled further at the hand of one, with many more approaching fast. Fear struck them like an archers arrow. And they began to flee. But Hakon was not finished with them. Hakon gave chase faster than his initial charge. His feet vibrating and displacing the earth beneath his feet as though it were little more than leaves against the wind. The Black Orcs had no chance. They were struck and sundered by Hakons mace, torn apart with grim ferocity that no Human could ever display.
From far and wide, all who sought to prey upon Humans learned to fear the name Hakon Tueanor. The sight of his mace glittering in the sunlight before the clouds darkening above and the lightning crackling forth from it in place of a storm was enough to rout any army assembled with cruel purpose. A reputation that Agrimar the Brave, Heroic Son of Animar The Honored, had sought to learn from and emulate. In time, the two had become close. Friends in battle and in revelry around the campfire. But when trouble arose in the south again with the Black Orcs, Agrimar would ride south. But he would not return. The Black Orc raiders would slay him with disdain, and brutality.
Hakon would hear of this during a brief period of rest at Animars table. While Animar and his family began to weep and grieve. Hakon broke the cup in his hand, took up his mace, and disappeared in a flash of thunder that strode across the sky like a terror undreamed. The Orcs of the south still tell tales of the Khu'urth Oyoga'ar. The Thunder that Raged. The terror from the north that brought about the end of the Black Orcs. For six months through out the south, Hakons roars thundered in nearly every direction. At the end of it. Orc hunters and gatherers would find many decimated corpses of Black Orcs. Once, they were the terror of the south. Now their blood soaked the soil and sands of the south. But the man, was nowhere to be found. Hakon Tueanor had dissipated like vapor.
The only remnant of his presence on earth was a massive crater in the center of the Khos'suguur Valley in what is now the Ramian Province of The Zobir Argqueno Badlands. But at the site, there is no trace of Hakon. Only the example of his wrath that had scarred the earth itself. And the legend that he became.
Divine Classification
Saint
Religions
Species
Church/Cult
Age
Unknown
Date of Birth
Unknown
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Pale Grey
Hair
Long Chestnut Brown
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Tanned White
Height
6,2
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