Nienor Allarson

Lady Nienor Allarson

“She doesn't walk through a room—she redefines it.” – Sir Sorek Redmarch

Overview

Lady Nienor Allarson is a full-blooded elf of luminous beauty, daunting intelligence, and exquisite restraint. She has ruled House Allarson through technicality and timelessness for over two centuries—never in title, always in practice. Though Gorundian law forbids elves from inheriting titles above “Lord,” Nienor has served as a matriarch, regent, advisor, and the shadow behind the seal across four human generations.
A radiant presence in court, she moves with the effortless grace of her kind—gilded by centuries of experience, veiled in velvet diplomacy.

Appearance

She is unmistakably elven: tall, ageless, and elegant. Her long chestnut hair falls in silk ribbons, often adorned with fine jewels or gold-thread filigree. Her eyes are almond-shaped and starlit, with a gaze that can comfort or cut as needed. She favors flowing robes of gold and soft rose, subtly enchanted to shimmer like dew in moonlight.

“If the gods wrote a poem about power, it would look like her.” – Lady Calira Meroven

Personal History

• Race: Elf
• Born: Circa 780 O.R.
• Spouse: Lord Cadric Allarson (deceased), a noble human knight of notable valor and quiet strength
• Children: Multiple human and half-elven descendants
• Current Role: Matriarch and de facto regent of House Allarson

She married Lord Cadric out of love, not ambition—though both served her well. He ruled publicly while alive, always with Nienor at his side. Since his death, she has overseen the affairs of House Allarson, sometimes stepping forward as official regent for underage heirs, sometimes guiding her bloodline from behind the curtain.
Her command of legal nuance is unmatched. She does not defy Gorundian law—she navigates it like a river she helped map.

Relationship with Theron Sylvanranth

Lady Nienor and Theron Sylvanranthshare an unspoken bond built on intellect, memory, and mutual survival. For centuries, they have collaborated—sometimes on statecraft, sometimes on whispered logistics that saved elven lives without ever making headlines.

“If I could govern a nation with just three voices, hers would be one of them. The other two I would not trust as much.” – Theron Sylvanranth

Recent Matters

• Bertram Moffet’s Patronage: She armed and invested in the young knight, later released him from service, and he never returned the armor. She has said nothing. But her knights have begun to mutter. That silence? Strategic.
• House Allarson Stability: Though her grandson “rules” the house, Nienor oversees finances, alliances, and diplomacy. The royal court understands this—even if the scrolls say otherwise.
• Appearance at Court: Rare now, but unforgettable. Her entrance is a statement; her presence halts conversation.

“She taught me the difference between dignity and armor. And how to wear both.” – Lady Calvera Thorne

The Battle of Red Gorge

The Battle of Red Gorge Lady Nienor Allarson’s name is carved into the legacy of Red Gorge—not in triumph, but in blood, fire, and unshakable grace.
Though her husband, Lord Cadric Allarson, had been dead for many years by that time, she stood as the de facto head of House Allarson, commanding its banners with calm precision and devastating insight. It was her second son, Ser Vaelen, who fell that day—cut down defending her left flank during the encirclement. He died without glory, without a song—only a shattered shield and a whispered goodbye.
She wept once, and never in public.

Lady Allarson’s Heroic Stand

On the left flank, Nienor Allarson—an elf of poise and unmatched courage—commanded her human house with unyielding discipline. Facing overwhelming odds, she orchestrated a brutal ambush in the tangled woods flanking the gorge. Her skirmishers and archers rained death upon the Dominion’s advance, fracturing their cohesion and forcing a premature reserve deployment.
When Dominion cavalry surged toward her exposed command post, Lady Nienor did not retreat. With her ancestral longsword in hand and her personal guard dying around her, she made a final stand among the broken trees and churned earth. When Gorundian reinforcements finally broke through, they found her bloodied but unbowed, standing amid the bodies of her slain warriors—including her own son.

“She stood with death in her hair and steel in her hands, and still managed to correct a junior knight’s posture mid-swing.” – Sir Leodan Harth, survivor of the left flank

Her valor did not come at a bargain. House Allarson’s lands were ravaged, its younger lines decimated. The cost in coin and blood would echo for a generation. But Nienor never sought compensation, nor public lament.

“She lost a son and a generation of knights—and somehow made every other noblewoman at court feel like they were the ones who’d failed.” – Dame Venom

To this day, her stand is held as the standard for Gorundian battlefield nobility. Not just courage—but dignity in sacrifice. Her banner—creased, torn, and bloodstained—hangs in the royal war chapel with a single phrase embroidered beneath it:
“She never fell.”

“In war, some charge. Some retreat. Nienor Allarson simply stood—and let the world learn what that meant.” – Theron Sylvanranth

Legacy

Lady Nienor Allarson has outlived four generations of nobles, three kings, and at least two assassination plots. She has no interest in being queen—but were she to speak, kings would listen.
Her long tenure ensures that when she finally passes into memory, House Allarson may fracture without her. She knows this. She’s planning accordingly.

Rumors

• She owns a private ledger cataloging the debts owed by every house in Gorundia.
• One of her granddaughters has been fostered abroad—not to marry, but to rule when laws change.
• Her final act may be the legal undoing of the elven succession ban.

Quotes

“The law says she cannot rule. The law also says nothing about fear.” – Count Serrin

“She speaks six languages. She only needs one word to ruin you.” – Sir Beringer

From the Quill of Lady Nienor Allarson

Velnyar Hall, in the third watch of Summer

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To Dame Vynemmara Gylenda, called Venom by court and custom,
I trust this missive finds you unbroken, undefeated, and only marginally more forgiving than the last time we spoke.
It has been some months since our conversation beneath the east balcony, brief though it was. I remember your posture. You remember mine. And I recall you refused the offer I extended without fanfare.
That offer remains.
My hall stands open to you—not as guest, but as sworn household. A knight of Velnyar. Such roles are not posted in taverns, nor extended a second time.
Should your path one day bring you to steadier ground, or should the clamor of lesser courts grow tiresome, know that my offer was not made lightly. Nor will it wait in perpetuity.
I have said what I will. I trust you will consider it in the manner it was intended.

—Lady Nienor Allarson Velnyar Hall

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