Drakynor Family
The Drakynor Family, originating from Hilly Holes of the Colonies, is a small family consisting of the little known, wild, and unruly Drakynor twins, the oft-acknowledged-separately Allegria Drakynor, and their yet unknown younger brother Leon. The family, deriving from an ill-recorded ancestral line, was begotten by wealth that has forgotten itself and instead simply lives off the land; The parents, Filia and Stephan Drakynor still reside in Hilly Holes, away from the hustle, bustle and panic of Outer Tilog's insanity, in a secluded acre.
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The Drakynor Twins
Birth
As November rolled around and green leaves continued to crinkle and bend with the tinges of a dry fall, Filia heaved with the burden of two roiling boys within her. Stephan, her husband, and the father of these soon-to-be sons, often found himself awake nights upon nights in staying by her bedside, cool cloth in hand and sweet whispers on his lips. For without him she might not have made the long trek, the 25th came soon and just in time, and left the happy pair with two wailing, flailing boys of their own - Abel and Jentroth.
Early Life
Filia and Stephan raised the boys as best they could, but quickly found just how strenuous their location in Outer Tilog was on the youths. Frequent attacks from beasts known as "Bread Golems," and raucous howls from various "Keepers of Hair" left the tiny lads crying the night long. To make it all harder, almost two years old, and in dire need of attention, the Drakynor estate held a black pearl, unfosterable in the now rowdy estate - Allegria (see "Allegria Drakynor" below).
It was only a matter of time before the chaos that surrounded them began to cause familial problems. At age 5, while Abel and Jentroth were out in the field, a feral howl scared them to their bones. Jentroth recounted many years later the sheer fear he felt as he and his brother dashed back towards their parents' estate. Although little more than what follows has been disclosed, rumours circulate amongst those who know the Drakynor family. As it were, something terrible must have occurred between the last memory that Jentroth has reminisced on and when they finally were hurrieed back into the Drakynor mansion by a family steward, bleeding, broken, and both boys wide-eyed and still in shock. Filia and Stephan were quickly ushered from their quarters and letters were sent on the fly for the best doctors in Outer Tilog to come and care for the young boys.
Months passed, and finally Jentroth was able to stand again. Every day and every night, he would wait by his brother's bed, staring at him with those same wide-eyes they both wore on that fateful night, mumbling over and ver, "it's ok, it's ok." Abel had the worse of the injuries; Abel had suffered a severe concussion and hemorrhaged substantially for some time. Luckily, no permanent damage appeared to have been done, as, just two months after Jentroth had finally healed, Abel had as well.
Young Adulthood
Although no signs of their past trauma - scars aside - seemed to linger in the boys, Filia and Stephan were reluctant to send them out into the world of Knighthood. Despite their good wishes, however, both young men pushed and urged their parents to enlist them in training at the young age of 9.
Parting Ways and Knighthood
Soon, the twins' 15th birthday came to pass; Celebrations took place, and the stewards toasted and cheered. Had Allegria been, there, they were sure (Jentroth especially), she would have been so proud. As Abel lifted his newly-minted wine goblet and turned to his brother, however, a sharp crack split the night sky outside with a flash of light, and a howl echoed through the mansion. The pale faces of both Jentroth and Abel turned sallow, and their eyes shivered. Dropping his cup, Jentroth sprinted from his seat, plowed through the stewards around him, and, flailing and yelling, crashed through the manor's entrance, Abel following closely behind.
For many miles, the young men ran, never breaking stride, never stopping for breath. All the while, Jentroth strode on ahead, just paces in front of his brother, but not once looking back.
"Hey kid..." a voice cooed from behind a thicket.
Abel slid to a halt, expecting his brother to slow as well, but to no avail - Jentroth, despite Abel's cries for him to stay his gait, plunged deep into the night. Turning angrily to the voice, Abel growled "...what the hell do you want?"
"That's no way to speak to a noble, kiddie," The voice croaked. "Especially not one that has an offer - one you simply can't refuse!"
It was soon after that the Drakynor estate realized just what had taken place. The two boys were gone.
In the three years that followed, the Drakynor estate remained relatively quiet. Shortly after the boys had disappeared, a letter arrived from a man calling himself "Spoons,"and urging the family to remain calm. As it became known, Abel had come under the good graces of Bakkhaenal Marauder, Baron of Volkanita and Marshal of the Hills Offensive Fighting Force army.
The letter read as follows:
"I have spoken, my parents, to our dearest brother Jentroth, but he has taken a coo to the west-winged fancy and you see: he is well, but unable to speak with any of you. I, too, wish to break an ear and live on my ways for a time being.
Much love and toodles to you all, Spoons Drakynor"
Insanity and the End of Forks
Away from his family in Hilly Holes, Jentroth stumbled onto the first boat he could find and quickly set sail with what little gold he carried on his person. He arrived, after a grueling trek, in Minas Ithil - far from home, and in a realm in turmoil.
The Duchess of Cantervern, a kind lady, gave him refuge from the cold, and, when she learned of his heritage, granted him an estate - Forks Drakynor had attained knighthood.
Nigh five years passed in this land, wherein no development proceeded, only blood, loss, and more blood. Finally, December 21 of his 26th year, on the outskirts of Winwich, he stumbled upon a form in the field that he could not shake from his mind. The eerie vision stunned him to his soul and racked his body with a violent howl - a howl he had not heard for almost 20 years.
Terrified by this feral display, Forks' soldiers began to talk and panic. He spun wildly, screaming, gnashing his teeth, and clutching his temples, and then, falling to his knees aside the body.
It is not known, to this day, what Jentroth had buried so deep in his psyche, but it is known for sure that it was truly his downfall. As any of his final unit can readily convey, the slashes he dug into his own body as he knelt over the ghoulish, shimmering blonde form were nary flesh wounds, but pleas for a speedy death.
Allegria Drakynor
