Origins & Legacy
House Valarion traces its bloodline to the heart of high elven nobility — a proud and aristocratic lineage of Vanir from the civilization of Itelion, in eastern Tolria. In the Third Age, amidst the splendor and order of Vanir high society, a secretive occult cabal took root among the nobles. Led by the visionary and ambitious King Athelstan Valarion, this cabal came into contact with the forbidden worship of Night Mother Nyx — the cursed goddess.
It was Athelstan who first drank from the chalice of her blood, forming a pact that would grant him and his descendants immortality. Thus were the first Valar born — beings of sublime beauty, timeless wisdom, and spiritual affliction. But the Vanir of Itelion declared them abominations, and so House Valarion was cast out in disgrace, condemned to exile.
The Valar Exodus
With shattered dignity and broken banners, House Valarion led the exodus of their kin across the eastern seas. A ragged armada of dreamers, outcasts, and occult faithful followed them. During the perilous voyage, Seralyth Vaenyra, the wife of Athelstan and matron of the house, perished to fever — her body buried at sea, her soul memorialized in the Temple of Valor.
In time, their sails found land — The Immortal Isle, a place of towering cliffs, autumnal forests, black mountain ranges, and choking fog. There, beneath a veil of shadow, they planted the rose of their new dominion.
The Rise of Valarion
It was upon the western coast, nestled beneath the Onyx Mountains, that Athelstan and his son King Cyrus Valarion built the city of Valheim and raised the obsidian monument of their ambition: the Spire of Valarion. Carved from volcanic blackstone, clad in gothic facades, the Spire houses the private archives, lineage, and darkest mysteries of the Valar.
From this great seat of shadowed splendor, House Valarion has ruled for millennia — even as the Curse of Nyx continued to haunt them. Their immortality is no gift, but a burden. Their eternal lives come at the cost of sensation, color, and meaning — cursed to endure, unchanging, while the rest of the world withers and fades.
Culture & Customs
Members of House Valarion are deeply attuned to beauty, legacy, and melancholy. Artists, poets, sculptors, and scholars — they seek meaning in their eternal vigil by mastering craft and memory. Their halls are filled with paintings of the lost, sculptures of ancestors, and libraries heavy with grief.
Despite their sorrow, House Valarion holds steadfast to honor and regality. They wear mourning black, silver embroidery, and symbols of their house — particularly the Immortal Rose (aka the Pale Rose), whose pale petals and crimson drip symbolize the terrible beauty of undying sorrow.
They are the spiritual and temporal sovereigns of the The Kingdom of Valarion, ruling through quiet strength, ancient law, and the deep-seated reverence of their people.
Curse of the Night Mother
House Valarion bears the heaviest toll of the Valar Curse. When King Athelstan, tormented by guilt, cast himself into the sea with the hexed crown of Nyx, the curse only deepened — binding the Valar to the Isle in fog and wrath.
King Cyrus Valarion, Athelstan’s son and the current sovereign, has taken it upon himself to find a cure. Through necromantic research, forbidden treaties, and communion with the dead, he seeks to end what his father began — and to undo the cruel fate that binds their blood.
Symbolism & Heraldry
The Immortal Rose, or Pale Rose, is the crest of House Valarion — a white flower without bloom, eternally suspended in a state between life and death. It is depicted with a single thorn drawing blood along its stem, a sign of enduring pain, sublime beauty, and the cost of immortality.
The symbol appears across all Valarion architecture, tapestries, banners, and gravesites. It is etched into every sarcophagus in the Temple of Valor and carved above the gates of the Spire.
Legacy
House Valarion has endured beyond exile, beyond shame, beyond even death itself. In every carved rose, in every whispered poem, and in every black sail that catches the winds of the western sea — the legacy of their bloodline persists.
Their name is a shadow cast long across history, and whether salvation or doom lies at the end of their path, none may say.
But so long as the Immortal Isle stands beneath the grey sky, and so long as the Immortal Rose bleeds, the House of Valarion shall never fall.