Hot Topic Twins Mythology
As with any deity, there are many stories to be found, most of which are likely fantasizations of their actions and the public’s perception of their personalities. We’ve provided a small sampling of fables, stories, and poetry, with editorial notes provided in the hopes of providing a more historically accurate reading of these materials.
The Wizard Duel
Once upon a time, in the early days of the Banishing War, the Glory Army stopped in a small town with an even smaller wizard’s tower that had two wizards in it.
Naturally, hearing that the Glory Army and therefore also Keanvari, the greatest wizard alive, was in town was news indeed!
“I bet I could beat him,” the younger wizard said.
“You’d be better off asking for a lesson,” the older wizard said, but was ignored, as the younger wizard was already heading into town to find Keanvari, the greatest wizard to ever live. He was easily found at the tavern with his sister Andraki, the greatest hunter alive.
“I bet I can beat you,” the younger wizard declared.
“How about we save time and you just pay us now,” Andraki said, but was ignored, as the younger wizard was focusing on her brother.
Keanvari, world-renowned wizard, looked the younger wizard over and then declared, “I’m not going to fight you.”
“Why?” asked the younger wizard.
“Because I might lose,” Keanvari said, and proceeded to ignore the younger wizard.
The younger wizard demanded an explanation, and received nothing but a bouncer’s exit from the tavern.
The next day, the younger wizard returned to the tavern, and was denied entrance. “You’re scared to fight me, aren’t you!” the younger wizard shouted up at the windows, triumphant, but received no reply. After a few minutes of shouting enough that a crowd gathered, the younger wizard was thrown out.
The second day, the younger wizard returned again to the tavern, and again was denied entrance. “You’re terrified to fight me, aren’t you!” the younger wizard shouted up at the windows. “You’re shaking in your boots because you know how strong I am!” After a few more minutes of shouting and even more of a crowd gathering, the young wizard was thrown out again.
The third day, the younger wizard once again returned to the tavern and was denied entrance. “You’re a coward!” he shouted. By now, word had gotten around about these morning accusations, and the crowd grew and grew. “You’re a charlatan and a weakling and you’re probably not even a real wizard! What will it take for you to come out and face me?”
“100 gold pieces and I’ll convince him,” Andraki called out from a window.
“Done!” the younger wizard returned, and upon payment, a duel was scheduled for the next morning.
On the fourth morning, the younger wizard arrived to see a new wall had been built around the tavern, with a small gate manned by two soldiers, each taking money from a large crowd, paying for entrance. The younger wizard also had to pay to get in, and when he did enter, the tavern was completely packed full of townspeople, including even the older wizard, who looked very resigned.
Eventually, Keanvari, king of all wizards, entered the room with his grinning sister. Andraki quickly ordered everyone to take a seat, and shouted for last call for entrance, and then waited another twenty minutes for the very last townsfolk to enter the packed to bursting tavern.
The younger wizard, infuriated, pointed an accusing finger at the twins. “You’re not getting out of this duel by making me wait!”
“Oh, you poor stupid thing,” Andraki said with no mercy or sympathy at all, and stepped away to leave the younger wizard and Keanvari, great wizard god, staring at each other.
“Finally! It’s time to d-”
When the younger wizard woke up, he was on a bench, blinking up at a bored-looking Keanvari. “You said you thought you’d lose,” the younger wizard said.
“I said I might lose. Just like I might spontaneously combust,” Keanvari said, patted him on the head, and left town within the hour. The younger wizard – and the town itself, which had paid a hefty sum to see a one-hit knockout fight – found the entire affair too embarrassing to ever speak of again.
And that’s how Andraki and Keanvari managed to graciously overpay for the lodging of their entire entourage whenever there were wizards around.
This version of The Wizard Duel takes a comical look (including extended pause after the younger wizard’s ‘one-hit knockout’ experience, herein replicated with spacing) at a highly verifiable story. Sources from at least eight separate locations contain references to similar events to those in the fable.
What this says about Andraki and Keanvari as people is a conclusion best left to the reader.
The many, many retellings of The Wizard Duel convey different morals and personalities. Admittedly, this specific version was selected from personal preference, as a favorite of multiple editors.
Andraki and the Fairy Prince
Between days of battle, in the silence between bloodshed, the Lady Andraki sought solace in the woods.
Wandering through the trees day after day, the forest’s fairies took notice of this wanderer who seemed to shift from silence to rage to laughter for no reason, seemed to have no reason at all for her presence.
Beautiful and wild, she was enthralling to all, mercurial enough to make the fairies themselves wonder at her reasoning.
Some time after she started visiting and roaming, the fairies chose an envoy to speak with her, hoping to find answers to the questions she left them asking in her wake.
This envoy was handsome Prince Mayrid, trueborn son of Morgaine the Queen and heir to her throne. His mother’s power flowed through his veins, but he was still young, still impetuous and new to the world outside the forest fairies. It was to be a simple question he would ask: why are you here?
Prince Mayrid approached carefully, and quietly, but the Lady Andraki heard him coming long before Prince Mayrid even thought to sneak. Still, she waited for the fairy prince, although she didn’t feign surprise when Prince Mayrid asked, “Why are you here?”
With a smile, the Lady Andraki replied, “Where else should I be?”
Her reply set off a chain of questions answered with questions, the inexperienced Prince Mayrid becoming more and more frustrated, and the Lady Andraki becoming more and more entertained. She toyed with him for hours and into the next day, bright laughter and shining smiles shared between the two.
They enjoyed each other’s company, and night after night, the Lady Andraki snuck off into the woods to spend time with Prince Mayrid, who she came to love, and loved her in return.
In days of battle and bloodshed, with time so precious, the choice was quickly made that they would get married. Prince Mayrid, longing to get out of his mother’s forest and see the world, would join Lady Andraki in battle, and in the end, when the war was won, they would live happily ever after.
And for a time, that was the way of it. For a time, they fought side by side, finding joy in each other no matter how dark the days. But time is precious, and soon enough, Morgaine the Queen demanded her son back, and in the dark of the night, Prince Mayrid slipped away. He went back to his mother, back to his forest, back to his life without Andraki.
Upon discovering Prince Mayrid’s absence, Andraki sought him tirelessly, worried that the worst had happened. When she did find him, the worst was more horrible than she ever imagined – Prince Mayrid was at home with his fairy mother, and his fairy children, and his fairy wife.
Heartbroken and enraged, the Lady Andraki attacked Morgaine the Queen’s fairy kingdom with all of her considerable power, all done thoughtlessly, recklessly, and impulsively. Carnage overtook the forest, followed by fire as she and her brethren burned the forest to the ground.
When the wind blows across the barren remains of what was once Prince Mayrid’s forest, you can still hear the anguished screams of both attacker and the attacked, echoing through the air for eternity.
This is one of the central ‘myths’ based around Andraki, and why she is often (erroneously) considered a deity of slighted or betrayed lovers.
Gods and crows
Upon the heart-stealing of magnificent Gorloris fierce action was taken,
Godly wrath avenging a fatal offense.
Blood for blood and scream for scream they did battle atop new-formed cliffs,
They shattered newly broken lands.
Heavens turned blue, purple, red, shields of crimson and bursts of radiance fought,
Long war over, one still stood.
Combatants drained, souls revealed, both dreg-armies stood ready, scared breathless,
At the end of their lives.
Gods cannot die.
The above poem is an eyewitness account of the dark ascension, written by a poet who called themself Haela, or Hope in modern Common. Haela’s poetry is well-studied by historians, and generally considered one of the most credible sources available, as their work was preserved at the time for artistic value, and is now preserved for historical value.
While frustratingly vague and stylized, Haela’s poem is the most reliable source for the actual motivations and results of the battle. It suggests a willing departure by Andraki and Keanvari, which only raises more questions.