King Aurengon Mylvia

King of the Black Mountains and Lord of Hulstun Aurengon (a.k.a. Mylvia (the Dulled)

Aurengon, King of the Feirara and Mustavori fae. Aurengon built the Faen underground city of Hulstun which brought great wealth to his realm and people. He would delve to deeply however and disappear into the depths of the Black Mountain's caverns.

Physical Description

General Physical Condition

Aurengon was no warrior of great prowess, he was a guardian and a steward of his realm and a caretaker for his people who had seen the ravages of war and calamity. Yet it appears, deep within the king, the courage and valor of a warrior lay dormant.

Mental characteristics

Personal history

Aurengon, lord of the Black Mountain Fae and last of his line dwelling in peace there. In days now come, he is called Mylvia, a name that means Dulled, in the northern Fae dialect of Norelig. Aurengon remained in connection and correspondence with many of the other Fae leaders of the south, particularly the Fae of the Ironwood who were his kin. The Fae of the Black Mountains lived in a different state than many other Fae enclaves. The Fae here came to live underground, building vast halls of stone and deep mines that produced minerals of great wealth. This is why their number are called the Mustavori or Children of Dark Peaks. Aurengon tended to the people of his realm and he became a loved guardian of the Mustavori. He fortified their underground caverns and delved deeper down in search of precious stones and gems which were found in abundance in the old mountains of the north. His seat of Hulstun, deep beneath the earth, came to be decorated with rich minerals and carved with runes of magical power that barred those not permitted to enter from doing so. Hulstun became an abode of fortune and many of the outlying villages of the Mustavori were abandoned in favor of the seat of the King of the Black Mountains. Yet all was not well in the north, for a vile evil lay in reach of the Fae.
In delving deeper and deeper, Aurengon and his people ventured further and further into darkness and nearer to the root of the mountain. The king had first heard of the terror in reports from those underground, the last of which coming from one of his own guardsmen, Hynliel, who he had sent beneath his keep to investigate. All that was reported was of the strange nature of the caves, "Draft wind in the openings, some will go no further, echoes all around, wind sounds like whispers, screaming heard further down, none go beyond the last checkpoint. Chanting heard there, chanting and more wind." As the minerals that had made the Mustavori quite rich began to dry, Aurengon was forced to lead a sortie beneath his keep himself. He and many of his household guards descended into the root of the mountain, and none would return save one, Cynmedel. 
This lone Fae warrior was shaken and haggard, his eyes had once been rich and green but now were a hallow pale grey. His hair had been a deep black, but now strands of pale white began to grow instead. He spoke of the venture beneath Hulstun and what had happened there, he spoke with a clear voice, but his eyes betrayed his stoic voice, he was terrified. The party had first heard the wind that Hynliel had spoken of, it began low and almost as a moan but as they descended further it began to howl and resemble a scream. Many wished to turn back but Aurengon their king forbade it. Deeper toward the root of the mountain they went, and faint drums were heard, quick and frantic. A banging and booming sound was heard, many became despondent, but their king hushed them and told them to be quiet. Between the banging of drums was silence, and fear became thick in the air. When the company arrived in an immense and open cavern, all noise seemed to disappear, as if sucked in without breath. The only sounds now were soft prayers frantically whispered by the Fae, when at once the cavern opened with a great gust of wind once more. No more howling, but screaming clear and pure. Then one saw them, peer beyond clear sight, and this one went mad immediately, screaming and scratching at his eyes. Three had to restrain them, but with a pointed and fixed finger they pointed atop the cavern wall and all then saw it. A dozen or so empty eyes gazed at them, black as a moonless night, and from an unseen mouth came chirpings like an insect. Rapid and often, like some disgusting language never before heard, piercing and shrieking, moaning as if to emulate the moans of the party. It seemed the walls began to speak, a warped and garbled speech, going forward then back, as if the very depths of the earth were now alerted to their presence. Movement all around was felt, but any signs of it were gone when sight came near. Yet their presence remained, unseen but felt as if their peering began to burrow into the minds of the company. Aurengon their king stopped them and huddled together as the tongueless warrior again began trying to scream, to flush away the fear as they pointed above to an entrance of the cavern where the company was bid to look. 
Eyes once more began to peek and glare at them, black and soulless. Now seen were spindly arms behind, violently grasping and clawing at themselves, and others and groping the space around. Tucked away from sight were nigh a hundred arms or so, writing and frenzied. Black sooted fingers lay at each other ends, not five fingers as mortals, but eight, ten, twenty, however many ones could see at a time. They did not move with any semblance of grace, but twitchy, erratic movement, creaking and bending unnaturally. The movement seemed to ache, each limb screaming its vile scream as if life itself were torturous. 
Then the monster threw itself at the company, mindlessly it seemed. Beaten off the first it came upon, its garbled speech turned to some hideous roar as it left after the first sword blow tore into its flesh. Black bile spewed from it, whatever this blood was it resembled more a viscous tar than anything else and it stuck and moved all its own. Yet each time the monster left them, it returned quicker, and it did not seem to know fear. The company's swords slashed and cut from its arms and what seemed legs, but this did not stop it, as it roared and gnashed with its odd mouth. Once it left them they heard the screaming they had heard when they had entered the cavern, some call was being made as screams returned it and rumbling was felt. Aurengon the king had received a grievous wound to his shoulder, blood-streaked also from his head, as if he had been dashed by a stone. He ordered that a steady retreat be made but it was folly when more of the monsters began to arrive. 
The king came to realize victory was impossible, and survival unlikely, so the company raced back to where they had come from and they felt the following of the monsters behind them. Many of the company were taken during their rout, pulled down into the blackness with screams upon their tongues. At once, the voices of those taken began to call out for aid, for help as they screamed. Aurengon became sorrowful at this, and over this agony, as he felt the monsters now had controlled the voices of the fallen. Cynmedel spoke that the king's final words to him were to return to the surface, to block the way down, and to abandon Hulstun at once. Then at the end of these words, Aurengon the king rushed back headlong toward the voices, blade in hand. Cynmedel did as his king bid him, sealing the entrance but he had heard clanging of steel before this and the roar of battle by his king. Cynmedel had heard his king battle greatly and heard the moaning of the monsters in the deep. Aurengon, stock of two Fae realms was not a warrior, he had fought no great battles, nor won any victories, yet Aurengon the Peaceable fought with a deep fury and Cnymedel knew a great pride at this. Cynmedel heard once more, the bashing of shield against flesh, the sound of a swung sword, carving the flesh of the monsters who cried out in a shrill and hushed scream. The ringing dwindled, replaced by the screeching of the Gehnil, screams were now heard and Cynmedel raced in terror to the surface. When Cynmedel reached the surface, the roar of battle had ceased and the earth grew quiet finally.

Personality Characteristics

Motivation

Protect his realm and his people

Virtues & Personality perks

Generous
Keen
Courageous
Valorous
Kind
Humble
Observant

Vices & Personality flaws

Demanding
Avaricious

Social

Family Ties

Son of King Vanur of Feirara and Queen Mojina of the Black Mountains
Grandson of King Kyair and Deirthaen
Cousin of King Tarendal Grenrund

Social Aptitude

Aurengon was known for his temperant and even-keeled personality. He was a strict and disciplined individual though he was caring and kind to all he came across. In him was the heart of a caretaker, one who loved his people and carried a paternalistic attitude toward protecting them and safeguarding their prosperity over his. Yet he could be passive, he could be petty and sometimes spiteful yet he was never proud enough to refuse to admit wrongfulness. His humility was his greatest trait and in death, his courage became his second.

Current Location

Hulstun

Species

Fae

Ethnicity

Huldra

Other Ethnicities/Cultures

• Mustavori

Year of Death

600 A.E

Circumstances of Birth

Son of King Vanur of Feirara and Queen Mojina of the Black Mountains

Circumstances of Death

Said to have died fighting the monsterous Gehnil

Birthplace

Feirara Forest

Place of Death

In the caverns beneath Hulstun

Parents

Vanur Ridlasnoyri

Mojina

Eyes

Dark Brown

Hair

Long, Golden, Fair

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Fair

Height

7 ft

Weight

180 lbs

Quotes & Catchphrases

"Run and seal the way behind you! Our days of sunlight have passed!" -Last words to Cynmedel

Aligned Organization

Kingdom of the Black Mountains

Known Languages

Norelig, a dialect of Hulin
Hasdinian
Iolan

(Vanur, father of Aurengon and King of the Feirara Woods)
(King Kyair the Warlike, grandfather and predecessor of Aurengon)

(King Tarendal Grenrund, cousin of Aurengon and who welcomed the refugees of Hulstun)

(Statue raised by the Mustavori refugees depicting Aurengon)