#thc:lore

“Legends speak of a time when the daughter of life and heavenly light inhabited the skies; they speak of a goddess of mercy, the twin to war, whose sweet song filled mortal hearts with hope and the will to dream. That was once, long ago, before she fell to ruin. Now, the legends are silent and the people speak of her only in whispers, of a queen of hatred and vegeance lost in a land drowned in despair."

I’M SO HAPPY YOU ASKED! But are they enemies?Mardyne: Yes, we are.Hyëndril: *Looks resigned* Mardyne certainly thinks so. EXPLAINING:They’re brothers, Hyëndril is the eldest and by far the wisest of them both, and for his wisdom he was favoured by Ainär, God of Sacred Darkness, and had the respect of Ilmariën, Goddess of Oblivion— two of the three known as the Firstborn, the first beings to come into existence. Mardyne is the younger brother, the golden god who rules over Desire. Selfish, capricious and cruel, he believed himself to be more deserving of Ainär and Ilmariën’s respect and admiration than Hyëndril. However, back then the combined might of the Three Firstborn was enough to keep Mardyne’s animosity on a leash, and his and Hyëndril’s disagreements were nothing more than petty disagreements.Then Regnör—youngest of the Firstborn and God of Heavenly Light— fell from grace. War raged in the primeval Celestial Realm. Ainär sacrificed himself to create the Black Realm, where Regnör and his demons were imprisoned. And Ilmariën distanced herself from the other Gods, laying the foundations to the Dream Realm.Mardyne wanted power and thought Hyëndril a threat. Hyëndril didn’t care for power and just wanted to be left alone. Their petty arguments turned into devastating fights since Mardyne would not be persuaded his brother didn’t want his place as King (Which he gave to himself) and Hyëndril had to defend himself. Aelían couldn’t bear to see her brothers fighting, her family falling apart, and she’d rather sacrifice herself and see them alive than to let them destroy each other.Mardyne is still angry about the whole thing. Hyëndril was devastated by the loss of Aelían but is just relieved he doesn’t have to fight his brother anymore.And this is a very distilled version of how the world was created! Ta-daaa!

“The Goddess keeping the secrets of the cosmos, the one closest to the heart of the void. Second of them all, the lonely deity watching history unfold from the edges of reality, beyond the stars and the dark of the night, ruling a realm  of dreams and impossibility.”  

“The collision between the Firstborns’s powers shattered whatever order there was in the primeval world, and from the void  Hyëndril, Calimeth, Norëtáriel, Mardyne, Aelían. The Twin Gods of War and Peace, Khenodius and Laenalith, are something else entirely: Aelían’s own blood respectively joined by Regnör corruption and last shard of light.”