#thrininkun

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Another poem about my OCs

We're bound never to relinquish what was ours, No, never shall we let them possess, Strangers, friends, Menrir, Morndu, powers, To steal or keep the makings we bless, Love them, never shall we give them up.

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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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Luonim

Morndu. Child of Larsun and Mekrun. Often called Merbuku, which means "The first born" because they were the first born. Before them all were Elders, created as adults out of thin air by either the Thrikun or whatever made the Thrikun. Luonim was born as an infant, and so they are often called Merbuku as a title. Saying "Luonim Merbuku Thrininkun" would not be inaccurate, nor would "Merbuku Thrininkun" nor even just "Merbuku". It is a title designated solely to them. Born male, died at age 70, regenerated to female. Got pregnant 199 years old, literately a few days before the fall of the blessed years. Or at least they noticed she was pregnant a few days before.

They joined in their mother's oath of vengeance, at their father's death.

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Mekrun

Morndu, Larsun's husband, first person to die after Nerquam.

When Liam time travelled back to the blessed years, Mekrun had been there to watch, and thus was the only person aside from the Thrikun to know where the Watcher had come from. The future.

Thribruthmu came to the home of Thrininkun, for there was a great hoard there in forge craft. The eldest of them had created the crowns and thrones, and though I have not yet decided what else there could have been, Thribruthmu attempted to steal from them what he could. Mekrun lasted as long as he could, yet died in his effort. Within the moon for most of the dark ages he slept, however he did sometimes wake to watch the world. He witnessed the oath's swearing, he witnessed The Watcher and Thrininkun's argument, he witnessed his grandson's birth, he witnessed his grandson's marriage, he witnessed his family's kinslaying, and he embraced them as they all died, barring Larsun, who did not die. He of course was never bound by the oath, having died before it was made, and worked great deeds in the final war after he was revived by Liam.

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Larsun

So remember when I said that if you were a Tolkien fan you might recognize some of these people?

Would you like to meet batgirl Feanor? No? Too bad!

as per usual, read the background post first preferably.

Elder Menrir, one of the two creators of the crowns and thrones of the Thrikun. Married to Mekrun. First to begin the corruption of the Song, though not the greatest of the corruptors in Song. She was however the mightiest in magic of all the world, barring for the Thrikun, but even that was only due to their possession of their respective stone; without that help, they would not match her. No one has without the help of thrimu's stone ever defeated her.

At the fall of the first blessed years and the death of Mekrun, as well as all the possessions that he stole from their home in the act, she swore an oath of vengeance to Thribruthmu, and by association the rest of Thrikun, counting them as kindred of Thribruthmu. She swore that she would gain back what she and her husband had made, claiming the crowns and thrones as their own, swearing to take back their own; and in were-gild for Mekrun's death, she would claim the stones of the Thrikun, to be set in their thrones and their crowns, and they would be the new Thrikun, rulers of the world. Her son and son in law joined her in this oath. They swore this and named the crowns of the Thrikun as keeper, making it so that only the bearers of the crowns may release them; with Thribruthmu still bearing a crown, however, this was impossible, as he would never release them, and it is impossible to defy an oath made in such a way. It will slowly corrode your mind until you have no choice by to follow through, weather you want to or not.

She within only a few hours realized how dumb the oath was, having been convinced as such by time travelling Liam Lyradon (her great grandson, though she did not know that) who had offered her a hypothetical of how it would come back to bite her and her family. It was not a hypothetical, though he proposed it as one; from his perpsective, it was history. (read Nyra's post if you want to know about that one)

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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