House Rezuraia

House Rezuraia is an Anglunian noble family originating from the icy mountains of Yirsaad. It is one of the oldest Anglunian dynasties, ruling from Rezuraia, it is currently headed by Zehros Elzar-Rezuraia and is the incumbent royal dynasty of the country.

Creation
House Rezuraia was founded nearly 4000 years ago in the icy mountains of Yirsaad. Following the great migrations of Hyakki elves from the from Rathnir into Mirau one of the first areas of settlement was in the mountain range of Yirsaad. It was here that Mount Arros arose formed by Vela'ryisaan in the story told in the Chyweld Byd and the sapling was first planted upon the mountaintop. And it was in this age of heroes that House Rezuraia's origins emerged.

During this time the settlers of Yirsaad lived in small scattered communities, unable to provide sustenance for themselves amongst the barren and infertile land, the people were destitute, freezing from the cold, Theft, greed and conflict was rife in these times and the peoples were regretting making the harsh journey from more hospitable lands in the North. It was from one of these smalls communities that a young woman was found, her name was Taeral and she was the daughter of a shepherd. This young woman's thirst for life and adventure could not be left to such means. Each day she tended to her animals she looked up to the vast mountain that stood before her, unconquered by any elf. One misty evening one of her herd ran from her up towards the looming slopes, the goat clambering up the mountainside. Taeral followed making the difficult journey after the goat. She soon lost sight of it as a thick fog rolled in and icy winds started to blast the mountainside.

As she reached a small platform on the mountainside to take shelter she heard a low growl from behind her, as she scanned her surroundings she saw a large snow leopard. Taeral tried to back away from the creature but as she did so the leopard lunged towards her, grappling her with its large claws Taeral managed to unsheathe a small farmers knife from her side and plunge it into the snow leopards neck, but not before she sustained a huge gash in her stomach. She knew she was now two injured and two high up the mountain to climb back down, especially not in the thick of a blizzard. As she scanned her surroundings struggling to keep focus from the pain she spotted as small cavern emitting a faint blue glow in the mountainside from where the snow leopard had emerged.

She stumbled towards it grimacing from the pain of her wound, as she entered she was surprised by the sight of three young snow leopard cubs. Their young and scared eyes looking up at the strange elf that had emerged into their home. It was here that Taeral lost consciousness. She awoke many hours later on the cold floor of the cavern. Surprised to be alive she looked down at herself examining the wound on her abdomen, it was not as painful as she had expected, it was not healed, but certainly not as significant an injury as she remembered. Weird she thought, she the looked at her surroundings remembering the snow leopard and the blue light she had seen. There was no glow, but in the corner, looking terrified perched the three young snow leopards. A wave of understanding crossed Taeral as she realised that the snow leopard that had attacked her had done so for fear of her cubs safety. She looked down at the poor creatures with sorrow, without their Mother they would surely die.

Over the next 7 days Taeral scavenged for herself and young snow leopards and she healed her wound. By the third day they had approached her for food when she held it to them and by the 5th they had allowed Taeral to approach them. By the 7th day they had grown more used to Taeral and allowed themselves to be petted and picked up. Feeling healed enough to make the journey back down the mountain she carried the three cubs in a makeshift satchel down the mountain back to her Father.

When she returned to her family she was met with relief and surprise, they had expected her dead and had been searching for her in the icy plains since her disappearance. She told them of what happened and explained how she had took care of the snow leopards. Over the next few years she raised the snow leopards and helped her Father. Having bonded with her the snow leopards and Taeral formed a strong bond with each other. Taeral could never forget the experience that she had, and the strange glow and healing she had seen, after a few years she began to question what she had seen at all.

Eventually she could avoid her curiosity no longer and told her Father she would climb the mountain once more. She set off once more towards Mount Arros, her snow leopard companions at her side. As she clambered higher and higher up the mountain the strangest feeling came across her and she felt nimbler and healthier. After several days of climbing she reached the peak where she saw the strange glow once more. Atop the hill was a large tree, not huge but a standard sized large tree. Underneath the tree was a young man, plain in appearance and passive in stature he looked up at the young woman stood before him.

The man was taken a bit by surprise by the sudden appearance of the women in front of him, Taeral was as surprised as the man, the last thing she expected was to see another person atop the hill. Taeral having cautiously greeted the man asked him why he was here, the man chuckled to her, this is my favourite tree of course, I planted it here many years ago and I come to visit every now and then. Taeral was confused by such an idea, he does this harsh climb every time he wishes to visit the tree? She looked at the tree for a moment, having had a chance to truly observe it she was taken aback by its beauty, "beautiful isn't it?" the man exclaimed, it was unlike any tree Taeral had ever seen, encased in blue bark and shimmering from the reflection of the sunit was truly a sight to behold.

The two continued talking for some while with one another, warming to each others company quickly. As they continued talking the man told her great tales of battles between himself, who he referred to as Azeras and his brother. She in turn told him the story of how she had climbed the mountain before and found the snow leopards. Time slipped by quickly as the two spoke, they found one another captivating and soon day had turned into night. As dawn arose Taeral noticed that she had been talking to this man for such a long time, realising how long had passed she bid farewell to Azeras, before she could leave he embraced her into a hug, he wished her strength in her travels and exclaimed how he had never met such an interesting elf, he asked her to visit him again in a weeks time.

A week later she climbed the mountain once more meeting Azeras at the top, the two spoke once more from dusk to dawn. Taeral explained the envy that her people felt of those that had settled in the more hospitable North. When she left once more he said how could you be envious of those that live in the North when you have such beauty around you, Illonis will show you the way and Melzina will open your eyes. Taeral pondered for a second at his words, she looked out to the lands before her as the clouds seemed to clear and thought to herself, it was a beautiful land she lived in, however inhospitable.

She returned once more a week later. In their long conversations she told Azeras of the laziness, greed and debauchery, as she departed once more Azeras spoke Tollan, Nefaren and Omarnis will walk among you, your people will be a noble one I am sure. Taeral was unsure of Azeras' words but left once more.

Her fourth trip up the mountain came many months later, she spoke once more with Azeras who by her fourth trip she had bonded closely with and told him of the great famines her people suffered, the land did not grow much food and a plague had beset most of the few crops they had. Azeras promised to Taeral that the lands of Yirsaad would be bountiful to all and that Klarien and Otsall would aid her peoples suffering. Taeral was once more confused, this time asking what he mean. Azeras smiled at her, my friends they know much of this world, they will aid your people you need only to ask for their help.

The fifth time she clambered the mountain she met with Azeras once more, a war was on the horizon for her people between rival clans. Having spent so much time in one another's company their bond had progressed past that of a simple friendship and Azeras comforted her. Under the icy leaves of the large tree they lay with one another. Azeras held Taeral in his arms and asked Belana and Eyireth to bless her, and for Ikall and Uzaril, to lend her luck and success in battle.