IlyonaDéesse de la Lumière du Soleil

Avec une dernière balançoire de son faux, la Déesse du Soleil envoya l'âme finale, libre de son vaisseau, vers l'au-delà, pour être jugée par le Dieu de la Mort. Le corps tombant à terre, ses gémissements bestiaux maintenant silencieux, la Lady Reaper soupira. Une telle douleur, une telle œuvre terrible, mais telle était sa punition pour son péché de la Malheur de la Malheur. L'ironie d'avoir à tuer ses propres enfants comme punition pour les avoir créés toujours accrochés au fond de son cœur, mais elle a fait son devoir, ce n'était que juste.
« Adieu mon enfant, que la mort t'embrasse enfin et libère ta malédiction. » Ilyona a couru sa main à travers ses serrures, la lumière éclatant de ses cheveux. D'un toucher doux, la main de la divinité planait sur le Scythe de Soulset, elle brillait trop, mais elle ne brillait pas l'or éthéré que tant de ses autres biens faisaient, mais au lieu c'était un améthyste profond avec un frisson troublant; même Ilyonas innée chaleur ensoleillée ne pouvait pas dissiper le bord frissonnant.
Lady Malicia s'est agenouillée devant le Herald of Dawn, ses compagnons de chasse vêtus d'une tenue similaire à la suite des actions du Chasseur de Vie, je crois que nous avons effacé cette localité...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Tu as raison, je crois, cette chasse a pris fin. Tu as bien fait. » Ilyona a levé la main, un halo brillant a commencé à tourbillonner autour d'elle. En quelques secondes, une orbe s'est formée alors qu'elle fermait le poing avant qu'il n'explose avec une touche de poignet.
Que la lumière purifie les ombres par les bénédictions les plus divines.Lady Malicia et ses chasseurs murmuraient dans la prière dévot alors que la sphère de lumière s'étendait avec le plus doux brillance des cloches lointaines. Enflammés par les rayons du soleil à l'achèvement, la zone avait été purifiée par la lumière des bénédictions d'Ilyona, la chasse était officiellement terminée, Nous nous retirons à Lindenhold, mes enfants me demandent encore une fois.
Se concentrant sur son esprit, la déesse a transformé son faux en un bâton d'accord en un bâton, peut-être une moquerie de son ancien bâton, la Grande Bannière de l'Aube. Infusant les brumes violettes de la lame avec le brouillard doré, Ilyona a frappé l'air une tête d'elle, coupant un portail à sa salle du trône à Kharstav, en utilisant sa grande balise de lumière pour la guider.
Avec ses loyaux chasseurs, ses pieds passèrent de la douce saleté de l'extérieur à la pure tuile de marbre ciselée tracée en or fin sur les sols de son donjon royal. C'était un superbe autorium, digne d'une mère reine avec assez de place pour un public pour la rencontrer. Quelques hauts fonctionnaires choisis s'emparèrent et s'emparèrent, faisant tout ce qu'ils devaient pour que le Haven des allows soit en marche. Une patrouille de garde de Spartans Solaris marchait dans leur armure ambre polie et leurs boucliers circulaires illuminés, prenant un moment pour s'agenouiller tandis que leur déesse sortait de son portail.
Au loin, les cloches dorées dansaient dans les vents de haute montagne qui apportaient de la chaleur étincelante au lieu des vents de crête frigides habituels de la plupart des montagnes. Grâce à de grandes fenêtres enflammées de rayons de soleil, parfaitement alignées par les ingénieurs et les mages du Soleil pendant des années de bricolage pour accorder juste la bonne quantité du soleil éternel Lindenhold à travers pour apporter juste assez de lumière pour illuminer la salle déjà illustre sans qu'elle soit aveuglante. Et au centre se tenait un grand ensemble d'armures angéliques recouvertes d'un tabard à capuche blanc pur, des courants de rayons bleus flottaient dans l'air derrière lui.
Ilyona est le deuxième champion de l'époque, Talvyrn la Garde de l'Aube, a mis sa main sur son cœur et a légèrement hoche la tête, Comment a été ta récolte de purification?
Lady Malicia et ses chasseurs ont fait un beau travail en aidant., Ilyona sourit légèrement et fit signe à Talvyrn de reprendre une posture droite,, Avez-vous des nouvelles pour moi?
Je le fais, l'un des Gardiens des Cieux t'a donné une convocation au palais céleste.
Et ils ne m'en ont pas envoyé personnellement?
Je ne suis pas sûr, mais je le suppose.
Eh bien, les chasses aux bêtes sont isolées, les actifs solitaires, il pourrait facilement être que j'ai oublié ou ne l'ai jamais reconnu.
Avec des pas de grâce, Ilyona se dirigea vers l'une des nombreuses fontaines et regarda le reflet qui la regarda. Tandis que le spigot versait des eaux cristallines à lui-même, la déesse se regardait dans un moment d'introspection. Quels péchés elle portait, c'était ses enfants non-morts, nés d'un cœur trop gentil et bienveillant, qu'elle pensait être son plus grand, mais à partir de tard c'était la rébellion ou plus précisément la guerre. Non pas l'acte de conflit, mais le Dieu de la guerre qu'elle avait frappé avec son Scythe d'âme, l'esprit s'attardant encore dans son vide tourbillonnant, incapable de passer en raison de sa nature autrefois sainte et divine.
"Ma Maiden, peut-être devrions-nous partir." Talvyrn apparut sur l'épaule accroupie d'Ilyona, seulement plus grand que la déesse.
En dirigeant la lumière de la Beacon de l'Ascention, un rayon de lumière bénie pure qui s'étendait des cieux à la terre a été pris dans la déesse, scythe-staff comme une lumière aveuglé la Mère de la Chance et ses deux champions. Une fois de plus en utilisant son Beacon comme une étoile du nord, les trois se retrouvèrent dans le palais des dieux, à côté du trône éblouissant de pierre blanche finement sculptée avec des détails ambrés dorés, de petites figures atteignant un symbole d'un soleil avec un nombre infini de rayons.
Il semblait que trois autres étaient déjà arrivés, deux des anciens rebelles, prêtaient serment aux frères dans les bras des Dieux de la Forge et des mers, puis à la déesse sœur Oksana. Ilyona a hissé vers eux tous, Ilyona a voulu voir deux d'entre vous continuer sur, mais qu'est-ce qui vous tracasse Oksana?Radiant sa chaleur douce normale, elle s'est approchée de l'autre déesse, espérant que Ferrum et Aesis ne l'ont pas tenue à la façon dont elle était celle qui a traité le souffle de mort au Dieu de la guerre.
Name:
Ilyona (Ill-ee-own-ah), the Sun Goddess, Maiden of Dawn, Mother of Hallows, Lady Reaper
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Ilyona was once a bubbling girl with a heart open to the world, but it would be such that would cause her downfall from being the pure deity of the solar star. Legend has it that the endless cycle of death had constantly caused her pain since her earliest days and sought to if not remove it, at least alleviate and let people live just a bit longer. With determination, she dabbled in magics and powers she was not supposed to even be able to handle and ended up creating Hallows, undead beings with all the sentience of mortals but with an immortal lifespan. However, her magic was not perfect and through repeated death or extreme mental trauma, her creations could go "Feral", driven mad by their new cycle of undeath and suffering. As you would expect, this did not resonate well with many of the other gods, especially the Gods of Life and Death. As punishment, she would have to harvest the souls of the fallen and deliver them to the God of Death.
Since then, the goddess has lost a good deal of her bubbly nature and replaced by a more serious attitude. There's always a notion of personal repenting as even now her sin as there are some gods which still do not completely forgive her. However, even if she had created Hallows from a mistake, she acts as a motherly figure to them none the less, caring for them as they are her own creation. Much of her efforts is put into making a home for the often outcasted undead as well as protecting them from those who wish them harm or exploit them.
Major Domain:
Sun
Minor Domain:
Harvest & Shadows
Avatar:




Ilyona appears as a firebird phenix with glorious red and feathers, embers constantly falling in her wake and a dazzling brilliance that surrounds her. However, she only wears this facade when going beyond her own people as she prefers not to be in avatar form, but a shorter more human like form in that case.

Stance:
Ilyona is currently neutral on who she believes deserves the throne. Part of her wants the throne but she does not believe that she is qualified or even allowed to claim it due to her past actions.
Loyalty During Rebellion:
Ilyona was on the side of the king, being the one to slay the traitorous War god in the rebellion's waning hours. Its said that the god's spirit is still trapped in her scythe to this day.
Center of Power:
A small medallion known as the Sunlight Medal serves as Ilyona's Center of Power, its an intricately engraved and decorated golden pendant with bronze detailing and the shinning symbol of a sun on it, it is always kept on her person.
Relation:


- She harvests souls of the dead for the God of Death
- Once had the Minors of Light and Fire but was forced to give those away
- Defied both the Gods of Life and Death to create Hallows, unbound undead. (Perhaps this is why she harvests souls for the god of Death)


Powers:
Ilyona is capable of various light and fire based spells although they are greatly diminished compared to both the powers of the respective gods and her own power long ago; she can only summon blinding light, floating orbs of light and set fire to certain objects amongst few other things. She of course has the supernatural strength that all gods have, and regeneration powers allowing her to come grow limbs, and heal faster than normal.
Divine Arms:
- Soulset Scythe - The tool to which she reaps the life of those next to die, it is by far Ilyona's less popular weapon but it is her most effective weapon, absorbing the souls of the fallen to empower it, and is also a God Bane weapon. Its actually her former staff, now forever twisted with a ehteral blade but she can still cast some spells with it.
Demigod Champions:



The glorious knight of sunlight, Talvyrn represents everything saintly about his patron goddess, blessed with wings of light and plate armor fit for legends and a flaming sword, he is Ilyona's noble and honorable face who fights with undaunting courage and bravery.



For every light, there is a shadow and Malicia is Ilyona's shadow for she is the one who collects the death tithe for her patron when her patron cannot and hunt the beasts which dwell in the darkest recesses. With a pair of flaming swords, Malicia is the one to expunge the evils within the shadows and collect the due of the living.


Lindenhold

Lands:
High in the mountains of the North lays the haven of those living undead who flee from places which prosecutes them. At the base of the mountains are snowy swamps and frozen boreal forests, beautiful places but poor farming soils; however, Hallows don't really eat much so its of little concern to them. Winding roads and cliff face ramps, flanked by villages and settlements all along the path, lead up the toward the great peaks of the mountains that house impressive cities of white stone and grand citadels.
Constructed of brilliant masonry work, the aqueducts and roads of these cities are beautiful, cared for by the Hallows who view them as the property of Ilyona herself. It is through the Sun Goddess's blessings that their towns do not freeze in such high altitudes, ceiling mounted windows are as such a common feature in many buildings with some even having open villas. Epic arches, columns and bridges decorate and connect buildings and even the mountains themselves, all carved with great detail that clearly takes a great deal of time, something that the inhabitants of the Lindenhold Mountains have.

People:
Hallows, the creations and children of Ilyona, are the ones who live in the high mountains of Lindenhold, as close to the sun as possibile. Although many are human, Hallows refers to any once living sentinent creature that has died and since been brought back with a factured soul not bound to the will of anyone else. At one point, Hallows were raised by Ilyona herself but even she would have never expected the curse which will sometimes bring back those who have fallen to life once more. Being undead, Hallows in other lands are often scorn and hunted, but their immortal nature means that they cannot be killed and many go "feral" after they have died many times or suffer great mental trauma. Once Feral, Hallows can never turn back; it has become one of Ilyona's duty to hunt these Feral Hallows as penitence for creating them.
Whatever life these people may have lived in the past, its often wiped away by their new status as undead who bleed a pale milky white ichor. Their appearance can range from looking almost exactly like any normal member of their race to a rotting skeletal frame on dark green flesh. To combat the fact that they can go feral, many look to some great duty in unlife to keep them busy as well as pious prayer to their God Mother who can bless Hallows with light to return their appearance to "normal" once more after they have died or simply decayed. However, all of Ilyona's creations are destinte to turn feral one day meaning that they will be hunted down by their patron goddess and her servants but this is not seen as a terrible thing as many Hallows view it as a "true death" which they will finally be delivered to peace by their own Goddess.

Culture:
The Hallows are dedicated to the worship of Ilyona as she is the one who created them and one of the few gods who do not show indifference or disgust at them. She protects her creations and cares for them and in return it is the Hallows that support the sun. In addition, it is her blessings which can reverse their appearance back to more normal looking forms. Beyond the pious nature, there's also a focus on perfection and seeing unlife as an eternal journey to experience new things and perfect subjects. As such, master craftsmen from Lindenhold are without parallels and veteran soldiers are without rivals. Death is a tricky subject as some wish to die as soon as they can but cannot be killed by most normal means and their goddess will only end those who have turn Feral.
There's two main school of thoughts amongst the Hallows of Lindenhold, both stemming from the champions of Ilyona, Talvyrn and Lady Malicia. Talvyrn is associated with the "Dawn" school of thought and that to best serve is to be righteous and noble and faithful like knights, protecting and defending while also being reserved and more passive. Malicia's "Dusk" school of thought is much the opposite encouraging aggressive hunting of those who have fallen, speed and aggression is key and many subscribers are categorized by being energetic and opportunistic for it is the followers of the sun who must drive back the shadows by fighting in the shadows.
Technology & Atheistics:
Imperial Roman with a bit of Greek
Capital:
Kharstav - The Ascension Beacon
Of the settlements and locations of Lindenhold, Kharstav is without a doubt the most notable with a light that pierces the central pillar of the city, the Beacon. Its long said that it is this ray of eternal light which guides lost souls to the afterlife under normal circumstances, ironic as most of its inhabitants are those few whose souls have come back to them. With intricately carved bricks and sparkling gems and polished gold, bronze and brass, Kharstav lays claim to the most ornate city in the world with Ilyona making her throne room at the heart of the pillar.
No one knows if the beam comes from the sky and came down or was from the earth and shot up, but it is impossible to miss and a breathtaking sight from amongst snowy mountain peaks. Of course, the light also goes below the city and into the catacombs below where the hunters of the shadows reside, ever vigilant in their watch.
Beings:
Hallows of all races make their home although there are still a few other beings within the realm of Ilyona. Perhaps the most numerous and dangerous are the Feral Hallows and the Soul Beasts, beings fused of multiple souls and bodies that have become horrid amalgamations of all things unholy who came about as Ilyona's creation of the Hallows; her hunters rentlessly seek out these monsters lest they threaten anyone.
While only rumors exist of the following, its said that once a race of ogres lived in the mountains before the rise of Lindenhold but were purged to the last by the Goddess and her Knights and Hunters and their bodies have been buried in the mountains.