#lyradon

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Oh, my queen of air,

oh, I miss you beyond compare,

though I know, it won't be long,

fore we can sing together our song.

Oh, these wastes are dry,

oh, these fools make me cry,

and it pains me they'll delay,

reunion, been held at bay.

Oh, I know when I am free,

oh, how we'll sing happily,

and play all the day through,

and dance through the night, too.

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dawn of age, to it's end,

two alone, whose hearts always rend,

their love long strained, ages morn did pass,

when two danced joyfully, and left from the mass.

yet from the Song, their curse was lain,

for fate was wrought, to seal her in chain,

so to limbo, the goddess did flow,

and to Watcher, heart took the blow.

they held hands, eye to eye,

as at last, her thought did die,

and he received her, who looked at his face,

"who am I, who are you, and where is this place."

her mind there rotted, memories hidden deep,

barring one, that her lover did weep,

yet she knew not his look, nor even his name,

and she knew not her own, nor what was to blame.

In his heart, shattered twain,

for his love had met her bane,

powerless to speak, nor remedy,

the haunted look, she gave to he.

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Blonicku

Kingdom founded by Vlorindun and Nrolin, roughly 500 people in population at the eastern shores of the world. Embedded into a mountain range, with the kingdom on the eastern side of said range, they were greatly protected from foreign threats. Founded roughly 300 years after the Dark Years beginning, the demographics are majority the first mortals who were born in the Dark Years and their few Aeternal parents. Their primary threat was of course subjugation under Thribruthmu, yet the distraction of 12 Elders, the entirety of Thrininkun, Freya, Aegir, and Liam constantly at war with Thribruthmu successfully stalled him, and in year 380 P.D.Y when he fell, the threat was ended. This was when Freya learned she would face her own limbo, but she refused to leave the fate of the world entirely to chance. She created the mark of monarchs, a mark placed upon the skin that would be hidden until activated, which then sends a signal to everyone else who has the mark. With a code similar to Morse code you can communicate with this method. She also gave to them the crown jewel of Aegir, which she had gained at his fall. This was for the protection of Blonicku and to try to help them steer the fate of the world as well as they can.

The kingdom grew and prospered, and its monarchs had a child named Nyra Lyradon. I won't go into super specific details, but at the age of 150- mortals in this world live 400 years, and besides she was an Aeternal- she married Dowan Thrininkun. You may ask how they met given that Nyra's parents weild something Dowan's house are sworn to persue with hatred. That will be for another post. For now, lets just say Dowan did not take the oath after he was grown. Dowan then used Lyradon and Thrininkun interchangeably, being considered a lord of both houses. Thrininkun were able to put off their oath for a time, despite it's incessent pull of command, and stood peaceably at the wedding, as well as a few get togethers after that. It was however intentionally avoided to have whoever bore Aegir's crown jewel in the room with them, as that made the oath harder to defy, though it did occasionally happen.

They had two children, Liam and Axel. Thrininkun were of course there for it, and met their descendents, and were a part of their childhoods. They had yet committed no crimes, only stupidity in making the oath itself. Thrininkun were at this point at every hour remembering The Watchers words with them, for they knew he had all prophetic knowledge. They now knew it was no hypothetical; the only thing they did not know was weather they would be able to endure the oath's call.

They could not, and Thrininkun attacked without warning. Their goal was to try to steal the jewel without violence, or at least without killing; the Lyradons were now kin to them. The Thrininkun themselves went in alone into their palace, undetected via many Songs of disguise, and were able to take the jewel from Nrolin who had at the time been wearing it without waking her. Larsun possessed the jewel, then, though she did not know how to wield it and was thus not greatly empowered. The Lyradon's were awoken, and fought with all they had, as well as their soldiers and friends, yet in the end the kingdom fell. However the Thrininkun escaped greatly wounded, and all barring Larsun died soon of their injuries, while she kept the jewel. Of the citizens of Blonicku, only 350 survived out of the 800 there had been at that point, and the surviving royal family had fled, only four of them left alive, Dowan, Nyra, Liam, and Axel. The two youngest were 15 at the time.

The legacy of Blonicku would have ripple affects through all the long Dark Age, of course, for this is not the end of the mark, but that is better told in a different post.

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Liam informing his grandparents and great grandparent that their oath was fucking stupid

(Thrininkun = house of Feanor ripoff)

A few hours after the swearing of the house of Thrininkun's oath, Liam Lyradon, still under the name The Watcher, met with them. The oath did not demand his death, and while he was friendly with the three remaining true Thrikun, so was almost everyone else, meaning there was little point in violence from the Thrininkun's side. They had an argument, which simply began with Liam attempting to tell them how stupid that oath was: at the moment, the Thrininkun still believed themselves in the right and that the oath was a wise decision, as the swearing of oaths such as that does grant you power, and also to show their foes that they truly would not be negotiated with on this. Liam disagreed, having lived the future and knowing how the oath would turn out. He simply wanted to make sure they knew it here, for he was angry with them, and seeing them speak with such great hubris sickened him. They told him their reasons for swearing the oath, and told him how it would be a thing to fear for their foes and for their own power. He responded with a hypothetical.

Liam: "Imagine, for a moment, a thousand years down the line, that the crown jewel of Thrimu has been lost to them. Lets say its in the hands of some great house, a house of honor and importance. They bear the jewel and use it to keep their power. Would you kill them, if they refused your demands to hand it to them?"

Larsun: If they refused our demands, we would slay them at our first chance, yes. Where are you going with this? You heard the oath, and you knew that answer."

Liam: "Now lets take that scenario and add a person into it. Your child, Luonim, will be born in seven months. Will they be forced into taking the oath?"

Luonim: "Of course not. As we made the oath freely, so shall they, if they choose. In any case a forced oath upon those crowns would not be valid and they would not be bound to it. Even were it not for that, my child will have free will as we do."

Liam: "Free will, then. So if they were to love and marry someone you did not approve of, would you stop them?"

Berloin: "Our child is yet unborn, and we have not had such thoughts of their love. It shall not come for decades at least, likely centuries, if at all. Yet in this matter I am certain; no, we would not. They will have free will of their own, as we have said. The most we shall do is attempt to sway them; We will not restrict them."

Liam: "Now lets return to the hypothetical. Say the child marries into that great house I mentioned from before, taking their name as well as Thrininkun. The great house is now your kin. Will you become kinslayers, then, Thrininkun?"

They remained speechless. For a full 20 seconds Liam simply made eye contact with each, one by one, before walking away.

the Thrininkun had now had it proven to them their folly; their incautious word choice and the unbreakable binding of a crown oath forced choices they would not have willingly made. Already, more of these hypotheticals flashed through their minds, as they watched Liam's wings grow, and watched him fly towards the horizon.

Liam chose this hypothetical, of course, because that unborn child was Dowan, his own father; and the Thrininkun would one day be made kinslayers by the death's of the two Elder Lyradons. The situation he described, in his time, had happened: and Mekrun from within the afterlife had watched the affair, the only ones of the Thrininkun aware that Liam was from the future. He, sensing the truth in these words, despaired.

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Freya

Domain: Lightning Familial Relationships: Eventually Liam's partner and Ver's parent, sibling to other Thrikun. Species: Morndu. Limbo: Amnesiac. Each time they died, they're memories were wiped, and they regenerated to a new face (one of my few things that lacks originality, it's straight up doctor who regeneration, with minor differences such as equal regards for gender). Despite being an Eaternal, they did not have magic, which an Eaternal automatically has, during the time they were an amnesiac. Has knowledge of the past to incredible degrees, such as speaking several now extinct languages including the first language they helped to create, though they do not remember it. They knows that they are one of the elder Eaternals, but they do not know specifically who. The thought that they are Thrimu never once crossed their mind. They're magic and memories is stored withing an artifact that Liam carries, which allows Liam to possess Freya's power during the dark years; and it also carried within it her crown jewel. He could not use this often, as the prophesies state that any who learn that he has Freya's power would be doomed to die, so he must be discreet. (yes he does use that prophetic ability as a murder weapon, but usually it got in the way).

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Nyra Lyradon

Relation to family: Born into the family. Species: Morndu Spouse: Dowan Other notes: There were two Lyradons, before Nyra, her parents They were all killed, by Dowan's ancestry. She was already married at that time, with children aged 16 and 14. The killers were bound by their oath to do it, and did not wish to, but they were forced, and did gain what they sought in the battle.

Still carries the grief of parents deaths, and will do so until ~10 years before the final war, when she dies and reunites with them in the moon. The final war of course revived her, as it did all of the Mark who were willing to fight.

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Liam Lyradon

Change my mind, fuck it, idc about history right now, heres a character.

Relation to Lyradon family: Born into it Species: Morndu Type: born mortal, marked by parents, made into true Aeternal by time travel. Other notes: Time traveled back to before the Dark years, became friends with all Thrikun, and many other Elders In time, gained all the prophesies of the world. Spent all the years of the dark years both doing normal Lyradon "we rule the world by divine right" things, and also attempting to bring as many pieces together as possible for the final war to have as good a chance of going in their favor as they could manage. Often described as a chess master when someone is talking about their actions during this time (chess does not exist in this world, but the equivalent). Eventually Freya's partner, they got married after the war. Also after the war, they were given the title of King of Bromik and Morndu, replacing Nirum. That was one of the few things they did not see coming.

Typically outgoing and confident, through most of the dark years was attempting to cope with the fact that Freya was bound to her limbo, as all Thrikun were, and could not even remember him. Only shows a softer side with his family. Extroverted and extremely talkative.

(this is the guy I have written multiple poems about, if you check my "poems" or "poetry" tag. I'm pretty sure I used those interchangeably so check both if you do check. I might tag the ones about Liam with his name.)

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In age's morn, there they were wed

whose elders brought, such fear and dread

long through the night, they danced and sang

to put aside, the screams that rang

love forbidden, yet oh so true

kindreds split, apart in two

seen together, hand in loved hand

spite fate long wrought, their friendship's banned

yet woe betide, for none could cease

animosity, can never ease

the kindreds split, with little link

war undying, upon the brink

years did wait, for children raised

though they delayed, the hatred blazed

and in the day, when doom did call

few could stand, that fearful fall