Legend of the Bone Crown {English}

If there are any truth to myths and legends long ago, then one of the most possible is about the Crown of Kyrkas, a crown made of the bones from two kings who became one. That is why it is called the Bone Crown, for two kings united and an crown was formed.

— Everam, Teller of Nimenra

For several hundreds of years, the Crown of Kyrkas was one of the symbols of kingship over all of Fordhjem, the lands in the eastern Telamirein. Kyrkas as a people and country was proud over their accomplishments, over their dominion of the other people around them. The crown symbolised their first kings' rage, victory and strength overall and when it was lost, so was the kingdom that had lasted for close to 800 years...

Summary

It was a dark time for the people during the time of Jorvik. Many of the people were ruled under smaller tribes or kingdoms that spanned no more than a town with villages and farms around them. Kyrkas was one of these smaller tribe-kingdoms. Ruled by an ageing king, he is said to have given his rule over to his Brother and not his Son during his late days and upon his death, elections that were held choose the Brother of the king. The Son was not happy but accepted this, having his own small village of people to rule. One day a hooded man approached the Son's village, asking for "the king". Mocked by this, the Son either shouted or drew his sword in rage, calling the hooded man out for his insult to a chief and prince of the lands. A burst of cackling laughter was all the answer he received, as the hooded man told the Son that he had the capability of uniting the lands and beyond for his kin. With sword in hand, the Son launched at the man, still demanding the insult to be taken back. The sword was stabbed into the man, deep into the side of his stomach but he showed no sign of injury. The hooded man just smiled. The Son realised who the hooded man with the long beard was and let go of his sword. While he fell to the ground, the hooded man took the sword out of his stomach and stroke off the blood into his hand. Throwing the sword aside and revealing his face, it was the Warrior-God of Death himself. His ice-cold, blue eyes stared the young Son down on the floor, calling him a pathetic human who has nothing but the ferocity of a warrior and lack of knowledge. But the God was not angered more than to look over the Son's character, for that was what he was looking for to place on the throne that was to dominate from the forest in the west and the mountains in the east. The Son did not hesitate and accepted the Gods help to rule the lands. With his village, the Son raised some hundred men and marched on the town where his uncle ruled. The Brother was aged, but not a ruined man like the former king. He prayed to the Warrior-God but heard no answer. Realising that the God would not head his call, he asked other Gods' priests for help. The priests prayed to their deities but to no avail. No one seemed to be able to turn the Son away from his path. War was their way, and in war they would find a new way.

The Son and Brother clashed, sword and shield in hand, with their warriors at each's side, there was only blood. From a distance the shape of a man leaning on his staff could be seen on a nearby hill. He smiled at the hundereds of dead men whos souls were carried away to his realm. As the sun set, it shined a grim, darkend and lime light over the field of battle. The ravens of the Warrior-God cried horrid with the hooded man's laughter as they flew over. But still the Brother and Son stod, fighting with swords covered in blood. Both would cleav the others hand, one right and one left. Seeing no end, the Warrior-God used his magic and ashburned the field for to grow anew. But the two would not die, they thrusted their swords into the other as the great flames consumed them, not killing them, but uniting them as the ashes flew around them.

The Son and Brother died on the battlefield, or so the God thought as he looked on the destruction that the Son caused. But from the ashes of the two warriors a new man raised from them. Wise as the Brother and warriorborn as the Son, the man looked to the God still standing on the hill. Surprised to see this, the God would only let out small laughter and say:

Two warriors, one who is able of rule and one able of war, now in one being. Go, go forward in my name and make your dominion over these lands!

The Warrior-God disappeared in a great lime and blue vortex. The risen man, Brother and Son, is said to have then picked up the two skeletal hands lying on the ground of what was left of his former lives. Raising them over his head, he called out a new name of Verdar and call himself chief-king of Kyrkas, land of the warrior born people. The two hands were then broken up and its fingers were placed into a crown that Verdar carried on his head. When his son later succeeded him, he carried the crown and so on.

Historical Basis

As the crown has existed, its origin is harder to be conclusive about. Schoolers outside of Orfordhwelm have had difficulty in establishing the truth about it, as Orfordhwelm have hade a tendency to put pressure to make the mythical elements lesser.

Cultural Reception

For the many people that were under the hand of Kyrkas, the crown symboled the oppression that they lived through. Even so, it was a symbol of what was to come when you tried to go against their will.

Date of First Recording

ca 1000 V.D.

Date of Setting

ca 700-800 V.D.

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