[PK] Irena: The Pyre's Unicorn

[MercyAzalea 405]

 

[PK] Irena: The Pyre’s Unicorn

Lady Irena Amaya Glennmaer
1964 - 2016



[NOT A MISSIVE. Do not metagame.]
The Beginning of Irena’s life was shrouded in joy and calmness. Wandering the city of Valdev aged five, the child knew nought but joy. Her days were spent playing games with her beloved siblings; often did the Valkonen brothers Hadeon, Alaric and Anton and her sister Hyacinth find their beds filled with a mix of sand and pink glitter; truly, whatever she felt most pertinent to deliver. Her childhood friend Aleksey had been absent for a length of time, of which Irena had found herself quite alone.

 

Her mother’s passing marked a stark change in the demeanor of the young Valkonen. Being the spitting image of her mother, the young spitfire felt ashamed that she had not followed in her Mother’s footsteps. Undergoing the course of training under her elder cousin Ser Joakim, Irena was quick to find that despite her best efforts, wielding the blade was not for her. She persisted in the BSK, bearing her mother’s blade, intent on becoming better than the girl she once was. Though at the time she was not grateful at all, upon reflection Irena wished she had taken the time to thank her cousin Karl for his patience with her in her angst.

 

Briefly in her teenage years, Irena shared a close relationship with a boy named Anluan Vander, though she could not quite measure up to the spitfire that he was. Many a time she would try to correct his unseemly behavior with the hopes that one day, she may court and wed him. Following a stark disappearance, Irena had decided she had been abandoned by him.

 

The Valkonen often butted heads with her eldest brother, feeling ignored and unappreciated for her efforts. Bumping into Sinner Gylldene brought a pleasant break from that suffering, a woman in a state of confusion extending a kind hand to her strawberry-locked hair. Witnessing her reunite with her family, Sinner had intoned that Vicnan Gylldene should look out for the girl should she need aid, and thus marked the beginning of a new era in her life. Family loyalty was difficult to maintain in a state of disarray, the Valkonen seeking to live with the Gylldene’s but knowing the backlash that would follow such a move, she instead spent a period of time living away in Balian. Given her unhappiness, she was graciously granted leave from the BSK under the guise of a medical issue..

 

In the midst of chaos, calmness was found in her group of friends. Aleksey, Asteria and Cassien took refuge together in a home in Lurin for a short period of time. At the gates of Nau Valdev did Anluan Vander eventually make his return, in which the boy was accused of rising from the dead and was promptly killed at the hands of the BSK guard Ilya, alongside the trio. Irena stood and did nothing to stop it, in shock of the unfolding situation. A close-knit group was eventually thwarted upon the revelation that Cassien was a vampire. Irena had shared a particularly close bond with him, but was barred from his presence. The group quickly collapsed in on itself and split, though Aleksey remained steadfast at her side; yet, only got as far as engagement before it was called off and Aleksey wrought an untimely fate.

 

Freed from her oath with the BSK, the Valkonen made clear to her elder brother that she sought independence. She maintained a stall in Celia’nor to obtain profits, and thusly resided in Norland, though such news was never publicised. It was there that she took shelter in their church, questioning her own faith after various tragedies befalling her. Most of all, was the passing of Cassien. She remembered his final visit with her in the tavern, sitting before the flames and talking as though no time had passed at all. Though lacking confidence in her faith, Irena attempted to pursue a relationship with Finnian, yet she seemed the cause of its’ own destruction. Upon the topic of marriage, she found herself unable to commit to it as she knew it was cause upheave from her blood. She could not bring herself to cut the Valkonen, Colborn and Weiss from her life. The pair remained together for some time, unsteadily, before deciding friendship was ultimately better for them.. Yet, friendship was never extended from Finnian afterwards.

 

Irena seemed to be locked in a state of failed engagements, slowly consolidating the belief that she would never wed and forever be a merchant residing at the charity of a religion she could not even subscribe herself to. It was then that she met Glyndwr, a noble of the Numenedain people. The pair bonded at speed, her charming antics and skills in the humble art of merchantry seeming sufficient enough to please the man. After obtaining the blessing of her favourite brother Alaric, the pair wed and she took the name of Glennmaer. 

 

Vander was a soul that did not rest. Forever appearing, the Paleknight could not absolve her of her crime. Her guilt could not purify her.

 

Irena took shop in their home of Garenbrig, establishing stable funding for their treasury whilst she doted upon her children, and equally was doted upon by her dear husband. Gifted giraffes and trees of pink, the woman’s whims were forever met.

 

Bearing the same condition as her mother, however, the woman steadily found herself growing weaker as time passed. It began as palpitations, often taking care in travels to ensure she had enough breaks. Her heart was weak. As time passed, the Lady left Formindon less and less and eventually did her heart finally give out. Her final moments were shared in the warm embrace of her found Father.

 

A woman with a heart full of love to give.
Scorched, but unscathed.

 

[Published ICly]

The LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT of LADY IRENA AMAYA GLENNMAER

 

I, Lady Irena Amaya Glennmaer, hereby revoke all previous wills and testamentary dispositions made by me and declare this to be my last will and testament.

I hereby appoint Lord Glyndwr Glennmaer to be the executor of my Will.

I hereby give devise and bequeath half of the monies standing to the credit of my bank account to the Garenbrig treasury, and the second half to the Valkonen treasury.

I hereby give and bequeatth the remaining stock of my shop, Irena’s Jewels and Armaments, to Glyndwr Glennmaer, to do with as he sees fit. Ideally, it is to be sold on and profits turned in for the Garenbrig Treasury.

 

I hereby place in trust by Glyndwr Glennmaer, my wedding ring The Lady’s Rose. This ring is to be dispensed to the first of my blooded children to marry. My daughters must ask their courtiers to request the ring from Glyndwr Glennmaer. Should he pass before their marriage, this ring is to be passed to whom bears Lordship of Garenbrig instead. I shall also leave my Emerald Tiara to the first of my daughters to marry. 

 

I hereby place in trust by Alaric Valkonen, the sword Queen of Thorns, and bow Bitterblossom to be dispensed to one bearing the blood and name Valkonen he deems worthy of bearing our mother’s weaponry. Should two or more stake claim for one or both weapon(s), they should battle and the overall victor takes the blade; but ultimately in any discrepancy, I leave the choice in this matter to Alaric Valkonen. This blade is an heirloom of House Valkonen, and therefore is to remain with its’ namesake. The spyglass Monocular, and First-Aid-Kit, once belonging to our mother, is also to be dispensed to Valkonen(s) of your choosing.

 

I hereby return my eagle Dahlia to the care of the Valkonen mewings.

 

To Asteria Teufel-Larue, I gift to you the ring Rosevine Emerald Bloom and the necklace Spring’s Welcome, which were once gifted to me by Aleksey. I feel it is only right that they fall into your care. I also leave to you a Mechanical Manticore, who you may recall belonging to Cassien. He left this creature to me upon his passing, and now i leave to you, and a Bo-Staff of which Aleksey loaned me and I had fibbed to have lost.

 

To Vicnan Hawkins-Gylldene, I gift to you a pearl bracelet. Point it towards a companion bearing a weapon and press the button, and you shall understand its’ purpose.

 

To Scio Ravaynore, I gift to you a shiny gem. This was the product of the first magic trick you showed me. 

 

I hereby give and bequeath the rest residue and remainder of my estate of whatsoever nature and wheresoever situate to Glyndwr Glennmaer, to keep for himself or dispense between Saeth, Cassie, Bia, and Avern Glennmaer, in fee simple and absolutely.

Her Final moment, shared with Vicnan Hawkins-Gylldene.

 

 

Spoiler

Thank you to everyone who contributed to the tumultuous tale of Irena! This was my first character on LOTC, and my first PK! Live laugh love Irena <3

 

[Lortime 1153]

Alaric, the poor sod, seemed consistently surrounded by Death. Slowly, but surely, all his beloved, all his friends, all his kin, died. He was the last one left of the Second Generation of Valkonen, and in perhaps, 30 years, there would be none left. He wept for his beloved Sister, and quietly clutched the Parrot Plushie she had given him nearly 40 years ago, as he and his daughter sat in the Valkonen estate, in dismal Silence. 

 

Spoiler

I'm genuinely sad to be the last of our original family left, but I really and thoroughly hope the little project our friend group founded can stick around after we're gone. </3 will missed beloved sister Irena. 

 

[EmiliainWonderland 2311]

It began with four, a group of friends who’d later fallen in love with one another. The simplicity of youth. It was Asteria whose rejection of Aleksey had lead him to end his life. It was Asteria who held Cassien’s hand as he passed from his illness. Their ragtag group had gone through so much, split apart, reunited more times than she could count. Then there were two. Irene and Asteria. Asteria watched the woman who struggled so much in her young adulthood fall in love, watched her feel safe and secure for the first time in a very long time. Saw the happiness she hadn’t exuded in years… 

 

Then, it was Asteria.

 

Only Asteria.

 

They had left her behind.

 

Now, there was one.

[PanicZealot 648]

The broken captain sat alone in his quarters as tears once again stained his desk. He hid behind the locked door as he was again reminded of his departed wife. Now his daughter. He wondered why it was always the good people that died, why the world would not just take him instead. 

"Irena. . .my sweet girl. . ."

[lemonke 6014]

 

"To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die."

Spoiler

 

 

 

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Scio Ravaynore, the wanderer who had finally found a home, received a letter. For once, they were truly happy in their life—ready to return to Irena and share the stories of the years gone by. But as they unfolded the parchment, their eyes scanned the words, their armored hand tightening around the gem collected from the letter, that familiar object. And then, the realization struck like a burning spear.

Time.

Whilst Scio was somewhat immortal, those they loved were not. Humans wither and fade, and in their endless journey, they have forgotten this cruel truth. Their expression turned blank as silent tears welled up.

"Irena... what hath become of thee? I am..."

Alone.

The gem lingered clutched in their grasp—a memento of what once was. Their thoughts swirled like a raging storm, guilt crushing them beneath its weight. They had failed to keep their promise, failed to return in time. How selfish, how blind. The years had slipped through their fingers, and now it was too late. But worst of all—Scio’s true feelings remained unspoken. Held back by tradition, by duty, by the foolish walls of culture that had forced them apart. Now, there would be no second chance.

Scio fell to their knees, fists slamming against the cold stone floor, rain soaking their form. A lost soul in the mist, their cry of anguish echoed through the empty air.

"Oh, dearest Irena… this is all mine own fault.

If only I had not been so careless. If only I had not been so feeble. Forgive me. My promise. . . my Oath. Broken."

 

Memories of yore flooded Scio’s mind in an unforgiving tide. The first meeting, the laughter, the adventures they shared—wandering through the world side by side, or the day when Scio stood against villains in Celia’nor, shielding Irena with a steadfast determination. And then, the most cherished of all—the night they danced beneath the moonlight, lost in a fleeting moment of joy and music alike. However, with every memory came regret. They had missed so much—never meeting Irena’s sons and daughters, never creating new moments to cherish. Moreover, they had sworn to protect her, despite the paths life had forced them onto.

And now…

All that remained was the weight of sorrow, the echo of lost time, and the bittersweet remnants of a past that could never return.

REGRET. . .

Even through the veil of tears, a faint smile graced Scio’s lips. Despite the sorrow, despite the loss, they had shared something beautiful—moments that would never fade. No matter the passage of time, Lady Irena Amaya would live on within The Ravaynore's heart, never forgotten. Thanks to her, Scio learned how to express their emotions. How to be their better self.

 

Memory. . .

 

"Goodbye, Dearest Irena."

 

Spoiler

Irena literally started my whole character arc to be come a good person. It has been quite the adventure. It is unfortunate I wasn't able to roleplay with her for one last time!

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[xo31 3989]

For a moment, someone's body lost it's mental guardian. A spirit wept.

[Frostdrop1 1843]

The remnant that was Marus Weiss sat alone, in some cavernous basement. He waited, still. Did he remember what he was waiting for? 

Somewhere along the line, there was a shift in his being as if drawn to something, but he repulsed the feeling to leave. That thing. He was waiting. 

Irena, of course, he had tried to see her in the years since his death. How elusive, she had been: beyond all the aurum barriers he dare not cross. He missed his dear cousin.

He had hoped things had gone well for her.

Did she find love in herself?

He wished for her.

And he missed her.

He missed many.

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Ser Audo Weiss cast a smile to the Valkonen in the Skies, ever at watch. To him, those Valkonens were blood too. Family. A welcoming hand extended even with such fragile connections. 

"Welcome to Sierra."