Historical - History of the Flan - The Princess of Death

Historical - History of the Flan - The Princess of Death

In the ancient days before the Suel and Oeridians came there was among the western Flan a princess. Thalmera was well-loved by her parents and her people, so well loved that when she died suddenly and without warning it was too much for them to bear. Nerull would not hear the pleas of her people or her family, but her father, Nyael, was more than a king. Nyael was king, high priest and semi-divine himself and his daughter was touched with that divinity.

As a supreme sacrifice Nyael and Daphane, the queen, ascended to the place of offering at the top of the holy hill Ur-Uisneach and the two slew each other with daggers at the rising of the sun. Their servants bathed their bodies in holy (and highly flammable oils), lay them on a platform of carved wooden beams, sprinkled them with rare and costly spices before setting their bodies on fire at the setting of the sun (they smelled delicious).

At the setting of the sun Thalmera arose, thirsty for the blood of the living. And so the first Vampire was brought into the world.

It is said among the Flan that Nerull himself chose her for his bride and that Thalmera lived with the Lord of Death during the day but when the sun had set she rose and drank. Her thirst was great but she resisted her need for the blood of the living as best she could. More than anything she desired the true death but although she could be brought down by weapons of power each night Nerull would lift his hand and awaken her again upon the Oerth.

It was in the days of Srubdaire, who wore the Crown of Leaves among the western Flan, that Thalmera found both love greater than her love for Nerull, and release from the torment of her never-satiated thirst. 

Srubdaire was a hunter and feared nothing within the land of the Flanaess. One day he followed the trail of a great white stag through the foothills of Ur-Uisneach and came upon a small glade with a crystal pool of at its center that glimmered in the moonlight. There he saw the stag and shot his arrow, turning its snowy breast crimson. He raced toward its dying form and found instead a woman of divine loveliness arrow-shot and bathed in blood. With a shout he cast aside his bow and took her in his arms. He thought her dead but her eyes flashed wide and in that moment their souls touched and he felt her pain and torment and she felt his confidence, arrogance and strength.

The God who was her father's father reached down and gave to both of them a lifetime within the beating of a heart. What realms they travelled, what world they lived upon is unknown to the Flan, but a century passed for them before Srubaire removed his arrow from the heart of his Love and gave to her the true-death of her desire.

Srubdaire lived long after, but took no wife. He died, the last of the Flannish kings who lived before the comng of the Oerid and the Suel and the end of the great kingdoms of the Flan upon the Flanaess