The Tarto Talonnii

[Kirkigar 133]

 

 

 

 

 

In the annals of the Silver State, where fate is woven with threads of stars and shadows, a lineage emerged that defied the laws of heaven and earth: the Tarto. They were not born of complacency, hard work, or the womb of science, but forged in the fire of transgression. Brought together by love, they come from many backgrounds, whose purpose in the beginning was love, which was building a great family.From their roots, they embodied the spirit of those who bit into the forbidden fruit or tried to steal the radiance of the stars.

 

At twilight in the year 207 S.E., when the moon shone like a teardrop on the rooftops of La Dorada, two souls condemned to the stake met. Amelia, whose snowy hair was tinged purple at the tips, as if the shadows of a mountain god had kissed her mane, carried drums that were said to summon spirits with their thunderous roll. And Kirkigar, with amber eyes like the sap of forbidden forests and antlers reminiscent of an ancient deer.

 

Amelia, adopted by Valahs and Mali'ames, grew up amid the chanting of runes and the echo of the drums she carried everywhere. Her rough and ironic temperament was what led her without care or shame to wander between the Valley, Vórtice, Hyspia and finally find herself in Haelun'or. Her irascible and uncontrollable hunger for adventure was only comparable to going against what she had once believed in. Placed among Hispanic nobles, she never wanted to aspire to that path and decided to forge her own.

 

Kirkigar, orphaned at a tender age, was taken in by his guardians, Mya and Lunaris, who taught him that equality is not begged for, but seized with the blade of will.

Together, their melodies—the ebony piano and the drums that shook the ground—were not mere sounds, but prophecies foretelling happiness and prosperity. Each note was a challenge to written destiny.

 

When corruption poisoned the foundations of their home, Celia’nor, Kirkigar led the exodus to the Silver City to safeguard their most precious treasure: Sam Tarto, he of the starry eyes. The Tarto did not grovel before the Silver State; they stood as its swords. They swore vengeance against the realms whose lords had tarnished their name. The scourge of Starland and the Ibarellan were their greatest targets, for the humiliation and disdain heaped upon their family.

Thus, in the third century of the Second Era, the youngest lineage was born, a fierce lineage, a lineage of new talents: a tree whose roots slowly settled to forge a new future in Haelun’or.

 

 

The Tarto are characterized by their orchid-purple or amber eyes, which exude compassion, like gods who wept ambrosia, or sap from the imposing golden trees. THEY KNOW NO CUT. Their hair, whether male or female, is always long and straight, and usually left loose. Rarely is it tied or braided. It flows like family banners in the wind.

They dress in light clothing, ready for adventure, with a cheerful disposition, and are always smiling and active. Humor is never lacking. JOKES and IRONY are always part of their day. Their warmth is like a summer sun and as broad as a half-moon.

 

 

• Pursuit of Happiness: Not fleeting pleasure. Not complacency or servitude. A Tarto seeks to earn happiness as their highest principle. The flames must always be kindled, even if it requires the fire of a dragon.
• Duty: With sword or word, a Tarto will fulfill their promise or die trying.
• Unconditional Love: Earn our trust, and we will love you forever. In good times and bad, our hearts are the greatest.
• Justice: Not to repeat the mistakes of those who humiliated the family. Always firm, always just. Like songs that will accompany the end of the world, when all are blind, a Tarto will impart justice.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

• Birth: The Dance of the Antlered Drums.

 Upon the birth of a Tarto, the entire family beats drums covered with hides throughout the night. The newborn is placed on a woven mantle, partly made from the hair of their parents, while their forehead is anointed with honey and dust from the nation.

Culminating Act: The mother or father holds the child before the moon and shouts: "Let the world tremble, for today a hurricane is born!"

 

• Marriage: The Judgment of the Two Melodies.

 The betrothed must face each other in a musical duel: one plays the ebony piano, the other the drums. The resulting melody must intertwine.

Vows: Instead of promises, they exchange poetic insults engraved on their rings. Banquet: Extravagant dishes are served with local wine, and guests must tell a lie so outrageous it becomes truth.

 

• Death: The Procession of the Burning Braids. 

Upon the death of a Tarto, their hair—never cut in life—is braided by the family, and the body is cremated.

Funeral Chant: Instead of laments, jokes the deceased used to tell are recited. If the attendees laugh, the soul joins the other Mali’aheral, silent guardians of Haelun’or.

Offering: A tree or flower is planted using the ashes of the deceased; if it grows, the departed has proven once more that, even in death, they defied destiny.

 

• Family Happiness: The Symposium. 

Every 12 moons, family and friends gather in a circle under the open sky. They drink from a single chalice of wine, and each member must tell a story of stealing happiness from tragedy—of bringing a smile despite circumstances.

Final Act: Together, they select a star from the firmament and sing a song challenging it to extinguish. If it flickers, it means the stars have listened… and trembled. Thus, the world will remember that, ever defiant, they will bring a smile to the world, no matter who stands in their way.

 

 

 

 

Spoiler

OOC: As you can see, it's a group of people who decided to join together and form a family, despite everything you might expect from a traditional Talonnii. If you're also an outsider, don't hesitate to write to  @Kirkigar or @Lokvank and join this strange but functional family :D

 

Edited May 6, 2025 by Kirkigar

[Kirakuru 152]

cool family lineage forming.