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Wait... It's temporary..?

Oh, dear... I should unlock that Homestead soon... I am quite nervous about building barren land... It's too much work... Imo... 😣

Cyran: I am not doing this dirty work, why would you try put me into this while I am a court mage-

Merlin: you can't do it? Obviously, the second to me can't do what I can do.

Cyran: what- no, I can do it. But I won't do it.

Merlin: it's fine, not lot people can do work so efficient than I am.

Cyran:... Give me that.

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Eheheee 👀

Long hair Cyran... 🤌✨

cyran…. i wan t you ba be

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I-- 🤣

I can imagine that happened... eheheee

This is hilarious... I haven't unlocked that Homestead event yet... It's a permanent game mode... Right..?

Cyran: I am not doing this dirty work, why would you try put me into this while I am a court mage-

Merlin: you can't do it? Obviously, the second to me can't do what I can do.

Cyran: what- no, I can do it. But I won't do it.

Merlin: it's fine, not lot people can do work so efficient than I am.

Cyran:... Give me that.

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FELIII-- 😭

Who is cutting onions here..? 😭

The Sylvan Tendril... The Mirage Bloom... Both of this are... Momentos of... Feli... The Young... High Priest of Sal'thorin...

Which has... Passed away... ...

TIME TO MOVE ON, MY FRIEND

Unfinished Animatic Ft. Indris and Feli

Fansong credits under cut:

Original ("Open arms" From "Epic: The Musical") by: Jorge Rivera-Herrans / ‪@JayHerrans‬ /

FanLyrics by: Kyto   / kyto.kat  

FanMusic by: ‪@ibra_bittar‬https://www.tiktok.com/@ibra_bittar?l...

Vocals: Kyto and Pyxis https://www.tiktok.com/@thepyxis19?la...

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YOUR WELCOME ! XD

Ahh... I see... I wish you all the best for the art contest ! ✨ You can do it !

Silly goober

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SILLY, INDEED... EHEHEE 🥹

I wish I could draw... Digitally...

Such an adorable Rowan skin... For the Art Contest... Right..?

Silly goober

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FELIII-- 🥺🥹

The Adorable Young High Priest of Sal'thorin... 😭

Do we have any AFK journey fans in the house? 👀

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SAIDA... THAT PLANT THEME HYPOGEAN...

Is that... 🍎 or 🍓 juice..? 🙂

i like her murderous 😩

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FASCINATING... 👀

Well, well, well... how do you like them comments?

it’s true!! you can now like comments on Tumblr posts. you know those little replies under posts? you can heart them now.

why did it take us so long? well, we’ve been busy letting Instagram catch up on reblogs (sorry—reposts). now they’re finally up to speed, we figured we could borrow one of their features 😏

it works exactly how you think: see a comment you love → tap the heart → bask in the mutual validation. check out the comments section of this post to try it out. 

go forth and like those comments responsibly!!! or, yk, generously, abundantly, and with all your heart. you know how this goes.

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AFKJ OC - SCARS...

. . .

I haven't wrote about this... I just realised I only said it a tiny bit... in some of the posts of mine...

Do take note that... My Merlins do not like exposing their body... wearing clothes which revealed their skins... because... of those scars...

(That "hot spring clothes" that Magister Kafka received back in COE season is... such a nightmare... for him... he ever so embarrased... of his scars...)

So... Down below is a bit of descriptions about the scars... on My Merlins bodies...

. . .

∆ Xtra: Calloused hands...

>> I forgot to mention that both Magisters have calloused hands...

>> Magister Kafka prefer wearing gloves to hide his calloused hands

while...

>> Magister Evangeline actually dislike gloves because it becomes quite a hindrance to hold sword... However... Magister Kafka suggested her to wear it... and she did wore it...

. . .

∆ Scars...

Magister Kafka:

. . .

Note: I applied that "Radiant Hymn" = scars litter all over his body... As a default bodypaint of his...

>> I've once said way back in the first description of his and I realised I... said it... yet again... in that "summer clothes of My Merlins" post...

>> His skins was littered with scars... from the countless wars that he had joined

(sadly... he forgot... most of those wars... however... something... within him... remembers... everything...)

>> Oddly... the scars didn't heal completely... leaving marks on him...

>> He doesn't feel any pain from those scars...

. . .

Magister Evangeline:

Note: I applied that "Frenzied Marks" = Mark obtained when she received the blessing of DuskLord... As a default bodypaint of hers...

>> She didn't have much of scars since it heal quite well...

>> However... there are two scars that do not heal since ancient times which are...

1) A Huge slashing scar on her back (received from GOW)

2) A bite mark on her shoulder (received from... urm... Magister Kafka when he... lost control... back in ancient times...)

>> The link of what truly happened which she received this two scars is down below...

> Evidences under "Unexpected Ritual" + "Punishment" <

>> she truly forgot... why and when she got that two scars...

>> she applies some herbs frequently... however... the scars don't heal...

>> She feels a slight pain from that scars if she recalls or get a glimpse of the past memories of hers...

. . .

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AFKJ OC - THE END..? (Normal Timeline...)

. . .

I've this... urm... drafts in my mind... It's... quite angst... the ending... in Esperia of Magister Kafka's realm... How should I... reveal those moments simply here..? hrm...

. . .

We dunno how the journey of Merlin in-game ends... what Merlin and their companion would face... in the end...

[This is just my theories... The ending could probably be... "at the region... at the very edge/center of Esperia"... and related to... "The Tree of Life" and "The Revival of The Great Will"...]

Well... the glimpse of the ending of... Magister Kafka's realm... I am taking this gif as reference...

. . .

Note: This gif as if showed that... M!Merlin is as if... losing control of himself...

So... urm... If you already read the Ancient Lores of Magister Evangeline... and reading... ever so slowly... about her "One Secret Destiny"... that only she and she alone... can fulfill it...

Well... urm... that's a glimpse of how it ends... So... Yeah... T-T That's a tiny bit glimpse of... what might happen... in The End... For now...

If I dropped a lengthy short story of that moment... I dunno if I could recover from it... 😭

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Magister Kafka, how are you faring? Is everything okay?

. . .

In the Quaint Mystical House of Magister Kafka...

Note: ⚠️ Warning... There will be a slight spoiler... Down below...

(Magister Kafka reads the letter... ever so slowly... and covers his mouth... Thinking...)

Magister Kafka: How should I... Put it into words...

(his head becomes lighter when thinking more of this simple question... He takes a deep breath and releases it... Slowly leaning against the soft cushion...)

Magister Kafka: To be honest... I am... Quite Exhausted... Yesterday... I... Helped Young Rowan to... Open a new... trading station... At the Duchy of Whiteridge...

(he pauses and massages his cold left arm...)

Magister Kafka: Then... I... Helped Captain Indris to lift up the... curse... of the Essail clan... and we... ... Ended up facing a... Hypogean named Saida...

(he lowers his gaze and closes his eyes...)

Magister Kafka: I... Ended up sealing her away... In the Ivorytree... Of the Vaduso Mountain... With the help of... Captain Indris... Eironn and... The Deer Spirit (The Avatar of Misarte)...

(he recalls the moment... Of sealing away Saida... After their duel against her...)

. . .

. . .

Magister Kafka: Then... Captain Indris... Eironn and I... Lift the curse... of the Essail clan... In Sal'Thorin... At the location where... The Queen Statue once stood tall...

(a small smile forms on his face as he sighs in relief... recall the Essails ever so happy for the curse of two thousand years... Upon them... Finally been lifted... He then frowns and slowly utters...)

Magister Kafka: I haven't... Get a chance to... Rebuild a... barren and abandoned... land called Avalon... Where Miss Dolly... Implore me to do so...

(he sighs and shakes his head... It's too much for him... He truly wants to take a break from... All of this... The duties of Magister Merlin is... Keeps on piling up... Oh, Dura... Have mercy... On all of the Merlin Variants out there...)

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AFKJ OC - TINY BIT OF WHAT HAPPENS... BACK IN SERENE LYCEUM...

. . .

A short story of... well... Based on this ask about Magister Kafka becoming drunk... back in Serene Lyceum... Where the graduation ceremony commenced... Serving varieties of food, drinks and even... Liquor... Down below it's like a... Continuation based on that ask...

Note: ⚠️ Warning... Wait... Can I say it's a bit... Disturbing..? Idk... Just... "Warning"... Eheheee

. . .

There's this... tiny bit sentences that I wrote in one of my post yesterday... That red one...

. . .

. . .

So... Urm... That... actually happened back in Serene Lyceum days... Down below is the continuation after he became drunk... Do refer to this ask...

Note: There are colour codes... Eva, Kafka, Cyran, and ...

Golden silhouette = The man (M) = Kafka (M).

. . .

Kafka... ran away when he felt... Something... Slightly off after accidentally drinking a liquor... And rambling non stop in Ancient Language... Eva was about to chase him... however... one of the Professors called out to her and she immediately asked Cyran to chase after him...

(His heart fluttered when she asked him for help... eheheee)

Of course... He chased after Kafka... with or without her instruction... Seeing him almost vomit and tripping over some stones... However... He still running away... Away from others...

Kafka ran away towards the usual... Huge tree where... He and Cyran... Usually hang out...

and...

Kafka... Ended up changed... into his Full Hypogean form...

(Bad news... Oh, Lord...)

He... Truly... Changed from 175cm to 210cm... Bat wings emerged from his back... Horns formed on his forehead... Normal... Human hands becomes... Like how you look at Saida's... Sharp... Razor teeth like Harak's... and additional three eyes formed on his forehead...

Who witnessed Kafka... For the very first time in those form..? Well... Of course... He's... None other than... That noble boy... Cyran...

Cyran stunned at his spot when... Witnessed Kafka turned like... That... and when Kafka locked eyes into Cyran's... Oh, no... It's the Hypnosis Spell of Kafka's... Making Cyran unable to use any of his magic... Froze at his spot...

Kafka... Moved ever so slowly towards Cyran...

"S-stay away-- don't come near me--" Cyran pleaded... However... Kafka didn't listened... His mouth drooling and he moved ever so close to Cyran... Causing Cyran... Trembled at his spot... Those Hypnosis Spell... Indeed... Making his feet rooted at where he stood...

Kafka tilted Cyran's chin up so that his eyes focused at Cyran...

"You. are. MINE. And MINE. Alone."

Kafka opened his wide jaw to devour Cyran... Which he had screamed on top of his lungs in fear...

and...

Kafka's ears suddenly ringing... He covered his ears and trembled when a golden chain... Out of the blue... Wrapped around him... Reeling Kafka away from Cyran...

To Cyran's suprise... He saw a golden silhouette... Of a man... Pulling Kafka away from Cyran... As Kafka was forced to kneel on the ground... The Man chanted an Ancient Spell upon him... Causing Kafka felt burning inside and screamed in pain... Ended up losing consciousness...

Cyran ended up kneeling on the ground at the sudden... Traumatic experience of his... He gazed upon Kafka and... Kafka slowly reverted back to his usual... Human form...

The golden silhouette was still there... Poking Kafka and... slowly sat on the ground... Sighed in relief... The Golden silhouette of a Man mumbled in Ancient Language...

"I didn't expect -this- to happen on this memorable moment of graduation day of Kafka and his fellow classmates. I shouldn't have fall asleep just now. Do forgive me as you almost been devoured by... Him..."

"WHAT THE FUDGE?! WHO ARE YOU?! AND KAFKA IS A HYPOGEAN?! EXPLAIN, OLD MAN!" Cyran yelled with his trembling voice and the man tilted his head and crossed his arms.

"Quite an energetic one, aren't you? After almost become a dinner of Kafka." He slightly chuckled and Cyran gritted his teeth, slowly moving closer towards the Man...

As Cyran sat beside him... Gripping the grass... Demanding the explanation... The Man voiced out... Slowly... "There's no need for you to ponder, as this is my responsibility. Do not question about his origin, ever, again."

"But--"

With a snap of The Man's fingers... Cyran lost consciousness... And the memories of the traumatic event... Under this huge tree... Of Cyran... witnessing the Hypogean form of Kafka... and almost been devoured by Him... His roommate and... His classmate... Been wiped clean by the Ancient Memory Erasure Spell...

. . .

Cyran slowly awake and... He was carried "bridal style" by Kafka... he blinked and... His mind finally registered of his current position-- been carried "bridal style" down the hallway of Serene Lyceum... And THANK DURA ABOVE THERE'S NOONE AROUND-- HOWEVER--

"KAFKA-- WHY ARE YOU CARRYING ME LIKE THIS? PUT ME DOWN, THIS INSTANT, KAFKA!" Cyran squeaked when Kafka almost dropped him. Kafka looked at him with his... Lifeless... Crimson eyes...

Kafka cleared his throat... and imitated Kafka's tone... "My apologies... I... Awake from... Urm... Losing consciousness due to... Drink liquor and then... I saw you... Lying... Unconscious beside me... So I..."

"Just-- put me down first before others see us like, THIS."

"Ahh... Alright then..." Kafka slowly put Cyran down and let him leaned against the wall... He looked at Cyran in silence... As Cyran fixed his low ponytail...

"Did you... Chasing me... To the... Huge tree just now..?"

"Yes, You ALMOST LOOK LIKE DYING JUST NOW."

"And then..?"

"Then..." Cyran stuttered and tilted his head. For some odd reason... The memories of his became quite... Foggy... "I saw you fainted under the tree." he blurted out. Kafka sighed in relief when listening to Cyran's response...

He nodded his head and looked away... "Indeed I am... I ended up... losing consciousness... Under the tree... I have... Such low tolerance to liquor... I should be... More careful of what... I drink... Next time..." he whispered and Cyran nodded his head in agreement...

"I wonder... Why did you lose consciousness... Beside me..?" Kafka voiced out, causing Cyran tilted his head... Trying to remember why he... Fainted...

He blurted out a reason that crossed his mind... As he didn't want to look dumb infront of Kafka... "OF COURSE I FAINTED 'CAUSE OF FATIGUE! I CHASED AFTER YOU-- RUN ALL THE WAY FROM THE BANQUET HALL TO THE HILL WHERE THE HUGE TREE IS, WHICH IS AT THE END OF LYCEUM--"

Kafka chuckled at Cyran's expression when explaining it... Moving around his hands... his brows forrowed when describing it... Causing Cyran to growl and shake Kafka's shoulders vigorously... Cyran cursed under his breath...

"Then... Let's head back to the... Banquet Hall... To fill those empty stomach... Of yours... Do forgive me... For ending up... -that way- infront of you..."

"You don't have to apologise. You FAINTED at least once per day."

"That... Doesn't sound good... at all... My Dear Cyran..."

Cyran jaw dropped when listening to the last three words... as he looked at Kafka... Walked away... Down the hallway... In silence... Cyran followed Kafka and walked beside him...

As Cyran... Fully forgot of what happened... That night... On the hill... Near the huge tree... Those traumatic moment of him... Almost been devoured by... Kafka...

-End-

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THIS IS 🤌✨

No way... Merlin is soo clueless of how many people admired them... Oh, dear... XD

This person just destroy my morning.

How dare I am not notice that similarities!? My heart :(

I was admire my favorites was mentioned in same day.p

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SOO FLUFFY-- I-- 🥺🥹

Adorable moment of Magister Fox n Magister Satok!

Please be fine... No more pain for them...

Most of Merlin Variants been through... A lot... So... Yeah...

✦ Hear my whispers in the dark ✦

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YOOO-- COURT MAGE CYRAN'S PAST ? 🫣

Yummy... Thank you for the finest cuisine ! 🤌✨

Long hair Cyran back in Serene Lyceum-- I-- >///<

Tense. Heart racing. His fist clenched even though he tried to hide them underneath the large sleeves. It was time to know.

Cyran was not alone. Many of the the students gathered in front of the large board on the wall whenever the exam results were displayed. Everyone hoped to see their name as high up as possible. Cyran was no different. But 'high up' was not high enough. It needed to be on top; the very first name. This final exam decided everything. For years he failed and failed and failed to climb higher than him.

But not today. It HAD to be his time. He risked too much for this. It was his final battle. His final plea.

You didn't trust me then, did you?

"Hey, Cyran, there you are. I knew I'd find you here."

With a hiss Cyran backed off from the sudden weight shifted onto his shoulder. Merlin. A broad smile on his face. Disgusting. Did he not at all understand the gravity of the moment?

"Leave me be! Not today."

Merlin's expression shifted immediately. "Relax. You are always so tense, I told you it'll be fine, just like it always is. I know you gave it your all, surely you won't judge me for doing the same?"

Cyran shook his head. He would never have accepted it if Merlin was 'letting' him have this. "Indeed. I don't need a pity win."

"I know that. Come on, let's see together, for the last time, how our names are written on the board. And you know how much I'd enjoy seeing you right up there."

As Merlin lifted his hand to reach around his shoulders, Cyran brusquely brushed away the notion. So instead Merlin's hand reached up ahead of them, pointing up high at the board. Ignoring the unbearable lighthearted spirit next to him, Cyran's eyes fixated on the magic glow that continuously revealed letter by letter.

No. Who was to guarantee that you would actually listen?

Cyran swallowed heavily. His chest felt so heavy, he could hardly breathe. If his nails weren't bitten down to the quick he would have pierced his flesh by now, his fists clenched tightly. 

5 - Matthew Winston

4 - Darina Garland

The cheers around him grew dim. Cyran knew well the commotion the students typically caused during this graduation exam result. He once stood with them, excited to see the attention and adoration for the best, envisioning himself one day to be in that position. But right now, as it was his turn, he wasn't in the mood to cheer. Instead, the world grew silent. His focus laid solely on the names. If Merlin had said anything to him right now, he wouldn't have heard it.

3 - Otar Renegar

2 - C...

He didn't need to see anything else. And yet, he could not take his eyes of the board, as the letters of his name were written. It felt like an eternity. There was no heartbeat. No breath. 

2 - Cyran ...

Did someone say his name? There seemed to have been a touch on his shoulder. He wasn't sure. His eyes still on the board. Watching how nothing has changed.

1 - Merlin

... 

Yes. To be forgotten and alone is a darkness of a different kind.

Everything faded. The void had eclipsed him and tucked at his skin. And then it shattered. Violently. The pieces of his cold heart fell through his hollow chest deep down and beyond his feet. Still no breath. A slight twitching of his nostrils. Was his face alright? Did anyone notice? He needed to leave. Fast. Panic arose and with a sharp pain in his throat he finally took a breath. The world came back to him but all colour had disappeared.

The students swarmed around Merlin, celebrating his grand victory. Cyran had hardly noticed how they pushed between him and the other mage but now the rupture of contact pulled him even more back into reality. He knew that Merlin had spoken to him, words of encouragement most likely. But now, Merlin was forced to respond to the other students and his back was turned. That's fine. He did not want any pity anyway.

So cold. After I have given everything: my time, my powers, my wealth, just to see my name above his. I knew my only option left. When Dura did not respond, it was to be you instead. A true god.

Cyran ignored anyone calling for him. He didn't stop to accept their congratulations. As heavy as the void was inside, he felt a lightness to his body that made keeping up a solemn expression and his steps light easier than anticipated. He quietly but firmly walked down the corridor and towards a way stone by the entrance. The usual purple glow of the way stone was just grey with a faint glimmer of white but he didn't stop to question why all colour had disappeared from his vision. All he knew and felt at that moment was an invisible pull towards his room.

On the other end of the way stone, he instinctively walked back to his home. If someone was there, he didn't encounter them. The house was silent and he went just as silently up to his room. Back to the books. Back to the heavy duvets that muffled his cries. Back to the darkness he had hidden himself in for so long. Back to the roots. Back to the beginning. And end.

And yet, even though you have answered my call... I knew, if even a god would not change my fate... then... there would be no alternative.

His family never showed him the wholesome side of support. It was nothing but familial duty. Always had he found himself having to fend for himself. But Cyran was not ungrateful. He learned a valuable lesson: that he was the only person he could rely on, the only support he would ever have. When he fell, he alone was able to get himself up. And he would never trust a hand held out to him. If he was unable to have control over himself, then by god no one else should have it either.

Even the gods. Only they had been privileged to hear the cries of his heart and mind for so long. But no divine hand ever reached him. All chances were used up. 

He was ready. He longed to be alone. Forever. Undisturbed by the selfish living. Undisturbed by the judging dead. Undisturbed by the mortal-forsaking gods.

The bottle already laid underneath his pillow.

And without hesitation he hid under the covers of his bed to take it. And before long, he grew just as cold as the shadows of his room.

But I did not disappoint you, did I?

With a violent startle Cyran awoke from his sleep. His heart was racing. For a moment his eyes searched the room for familiar shapes and he found them soon enough. The curves and edges of the pillars merging with the ceiling. The large windows on the opposite side of the bed. The door to his study and the wardrobe by his right. His breath and heart calmed down as he realised he was still alive. The chill of Whiteridge clung to his bones and with a shiver he drew up the blankets to his damp neck.

No. You have not.

5 - Matthew Winston

4 - Darina Garland

Sitting in his bed, Cyran recalled that which had forever been burned into his memory. He remembered how the cheers around him had grown dim. The students had always been making such a commotion when the graduation exam results were displayed but at that moment, he didn't hear them. He had often stood with them, excited to see the attention and adoration for the best. He even had envisioned himself to be in that position one day. But then, when it was his turn, the world had become strangely silent. His focus laid solely on the names. So much so that if Merlin had said anything to him in that moment, he wouldn't have been able to hear it.

3 - Otar Renegar

2 - M...

As these images crossed Cyran's mind, a mildly shaking hand clutches his chest. It was just a memory but the response was still there. Back then, at first his heart had begun to sink. He hadn't truly expected things to be different, so when he saw the letters it just seemed to be as it always had been. His heart remained suspended in mid-air, as he could not take his eyes of the board. The letters were there, written as clear as day. It felt like an eternity for him to grasp what has happened. And suddenly, his heartbeat was running wild. A desperate inhale.

2 - Merlin ...

Did someone say his name? There seemed to have been a touch on his shoulder. Cyran automatically lifted a hand to his shoulder. He wasn't sure. His eyes still on the board. Watching how everything has changed.

1 - Cyran

And you have served me well ever since. You walk in my grace and I know you will continue to be my most valuable asset.

Groomed and dressed, Cyran stood in serene contemplation in front of his wardrobe, the doors open. A small altar rested inside the heavy, wooden frame. A fist-sized globe, with intricate purple glowing edgings hung suspended on magical strings in the center. Dark purple smoke poured out onto the altar and curled back up to reach Cyran's folded hands. Like snakes with its tongues, they probed his faith.

Cyran welcomed the darkness. He watched it with a warm, tender smile upon his face. It was longing for him but it was not time yet. He still had a purpose to fulfill. The words he spoke were as quiet as a whisper but its message was clear.

"I will not disappoint you. All that I am, is only through your will. You granted me life, agency and power. Our work is soon coming to an end. It will all converge and when it does, I know what I must do. And then... then I will be yours. In gratitude for all that you have given."

Your kingdom shall come and your Will be done.

All images have been provided by @windmaedchen-oceanhorn

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YUMMY LORES OF MISS ERIN, MERLIN n CYRAN ! ✨

Verrry detail... Yummy... 🤭

Why all of them looking soo Charming + Gorgeous here..? XD

Lyceum Days Headcanons

Explanations around Merlin, Erin and Cyran up until the Second Divine War and Merlin's reawakening.

About Merlin/Erin

Since Merlin and Erin go through their various cycles regularly, they have established a certain narrative about their backgrounds. Usually, the people they befriend during any of these cycles don't know their true origin or purpose (the latter being not entirely clear to the pair either).

Here's the story they tell: "They are both adopted and raised by an old couple of mages, who lived secluded in the Mystical House. They left their children a small fortune, enough to comfortably focus on their education until they both have chance to support themselves again. Their parents died recently, however, leaving them alone to take care of themselves." 

That usually explains their home, their affinity to magic and comfortable appearance. They have even created a "reading room", which is said to have been the master bedroom of the house, which includes some memorabilia of their "parents". These memorabilia are actually truly little treasures received from their friends throughout their many cycles.

Merlin has established the Mystical House fairly early after the First War, but it grew and developed over the cycles. 

The camelossus is a recent addition to the Mystical House. After Merlin graduated, he travelled and visited the Ashen Wastes among others. When he created the oasis for the Uru Clan he also picked up Giga.

I did the math, and assuming they chose to reset their memories every 70-100 years, they would be in their 27th cycle. There are certain long-term memories that won't be erased and remain as certainties or instincts. Most importantly, knowing each other, of course. Then also having known Dura and Ygdris personally, or that Erin has a brother (even if she forgot who exactly). Erin will still know everything about her origins and race including the care she should take with her identity.

A lot of their time is dedicated to meticulous records of history and magic developments. These are built upon as time goes on but nothing is ever thrown away. Given that all human societies have their historical records sometimes very carefully curated and much is purposefully lost, the library in the MH is of unimaginable worth. It serves the purpose to "remember" things if necessary. Both Merlin and Erin will have their own little sections, carefully guarded from any third party access, as these would include very personal records.

Yes, if only Merlin would spend 20 years to read through his library to find the relevant information, his amnesia would be history. xD

There are things that haven't been recorded, though, like more detailed reason how the First Divine War started, how Merlin was truly created, how Dura sealed Ygdris away, etc).

(And THIS amnesia is different and maybe the solution suggested wouldn't be quite as straight forward)

Since each cycle offers a lot of time, both Merlin and Erin chose one or other profession to master. They have chosen among others: 

mages (obviously, since Merlin himself created the Lyceum once)

craftsmen (tailors, jewelers but also stuff like wood or metal workers)

chefs (they once had a really good and very popular restaurant and guesthouse in the capital)

musicians and composers (Merlin excelled at being a conductor, while Erin was better at composing)

architects (one or other building they have designed even still stands!)

...

Lyceum Days

For this current cycle, Merlin and Erin decided to return to the Lyceum, as students first, then as teachers. They wanted to update their magical records as well as have Merlin check on the current status of magical development and enhance it.

Since Merlin can adjust his appearance, he entered the Lyceum at around 15/16 of visual age and graduated at around 23-ish. Same for Cyran, except it's his true age.

Erin is not so adept at changing her appearance and joined a little later, at around 19. She appears to be in her 20 eternally.

It was Erin that showed interest in Cyran first and dragged him into the relationship. He had gotten some looks by girls at that time, of course, but he was overall a little unapproachable, as he kept to himself for his studies. Erin and Cyran ended up visiting some obscure lectures together and quickly connected over their studies. It took Erin half a year but they became a couple before Cyran hit 20.

Cyran can be a suspicious and insecure fellow. It took him a while to accept that Erin and Merlin were "siblings" rather than lovers.

(Erin and Merlin NEVER had anything going on, btw, in not a single cycle ever. ;-)

There are possibilities to live on campus, which was used by Cyran at first, but since he learned how to use the waystones, he prefers his own room at home. Merlin and Erin also come from and go back to the MH every day.

Erin and Cyran had to go out often (since neither could bring the other home easily at first) and ended up finding a quiet place that allowed comfortable sitting and drinking until late, plus and most importantly, had a large dance floor. The dancing became a huge passion for both, especially as the focus was on various ballroom suited dances, definitely matching Cyran's taste for this more strenuous activity.

Cyran couldn't really bring Erin to his home often (just a few occasions when they strictly did some studies). Erin hesitated at first to bring Cyran to the MH, since every visitor always had questions about its origin, but when their relationship became more intimate, Merlin made some adjustments, so as to allow Cyran to come and go without granting him full access.

Erin told Cyran about 2 years into their relationship that she probably can't have kids (being infertile) and Cyran was more than okay with that. He never thought of children as anything other than an obligation and chore left to any woman he would be unfortunate enough to be forced to wed.

He never proposed. They did talk about it at some point but quickly agreed that given Cyran's family situation, it was best not to pursue that direction. (He'd be disowned for choosing a nameless commoner.)

Cyran's family did try to find a suitable match but while he was with Erin he tried his best to subtly evade the deal. After Erin left, he openly refused a union.

Merlin and Cyran graduated in the same year. While Cyran became Court Mage, Merlin decided to travel a little. And on his own, too!

Erin remained two years longer at the Lyceum for her historical research. Merlin left the MH behind for her (and Cyran) to use.

During those two years Erin learned a lot if not all formal etiquette, as she often visited Cyran at the palace. Such surrounding was never naturally her thing but she certainly did enjoy displaying elegance and pride when having the opportunity to dance there.

Erin noticed Cyran's interest in dangerous and forbidden magic, of course, but always admired his determination to study. She considered telling him the truth as she wagered he might actually be happy to have a Hypogean partner. But before she could do so, he in turn decided to entrust her with something else, sealing their fate.

Cyran probably was invited to the cult after joining the cesspool of personalities at the palace, who know exactly who to pick to fill their legacy. He wanted to share his growing fascination with the Great Will and his teachings and so decided to bring Erin to a very small ceremony.

Not that Erin ever consciously ran from Ygdris, knowing full well that he was unable to act, nor did she actually feel to be in the wrong and afraid. But she seemed to always have avoided these places. She tried to stick through it, for Cyran's sake, but when she thought the Great Will beckoned her directly, she ran away, terrified.

Cyran apologised that night but there was nothing he could do.

The next day, Erin broke up with him. His association with this cult would not end, even if he were to promise it now. He would continue to love her, yes, but he could never, possibly protect her from the Great Will. Erin was still forced to be careful with Celestials, for her survival's sake. But she realised that the care she had to take from her master was infinitely bigger. And thus, Cyran had suddenly become a man she loved but could never be close again.

As a parting gift, she left him a magically locked box. It included a small vial of her own blood, aimed at saving his life once should he ever need it. The other item was a small book containing the most dangerous of Dark Magic spells. Erin's the kind of person, willing to create a monster, if only it means the mastery and application of knowledge and skill. At least, she is also willing to strike that very same monster down, if need be.

Erin leaves and joins Merlin.

Cyran didn't take that break-up very well, obviously. He hid even more behind his mask, moving forward alone. He never had any partners again afterwards. Neither did Erin, but that's also because she was gone for 20 years without being actually able to.

Afterwards, Cyran would, on occasion, invite ladies to his chambers. You'd think that he couldn't do so subtly enough in the palace and risk his spotless reputation? Well, you'd be wrong. The entire palace knows and ignores such thing, as these are common ongoings anyway (and for people with much higher status than a Court Mage, too. When I said "cesspool" earlier, it was for a reason. These are the same people that General Lorenzis offered his work to later on.).

Merlin returned to the Lyceum after 2 or 3 years of traveling. He was lucky to meet a former professor who told him about the upcoming position. Merlin didn't exactly apply, he just showed up and said "I'll be there tomorrow!". xD (He probably winged the entire time being a teacher there.)

Erin stayed away from the capital. She still lived in the MH (at a new location, so that Cyran couldn't find it) but she joined the Evergreen Consortium as a scholar and traveled until the war...

Cyran managed to open the box he was gifted shortly before the war. He couldn't study the book to its entirety but it still enhanced his abilities greatly. He probably needed to use Erin's life saver as well, but that could be reserved for a much later point, too.

In the war, as things got serious and the country needed to operate on emergency setting, Erin and Merlin united again to help. 

I am not sure when and how Hogan comes in, but latest by that war they had become good friends and fought quite a few battles together.

I envision that Erin might help to provide crucial information about the enemy at that time but not without endangering her secret, not least because pesty Celestials wouldn't hesitate to strike her down.

She will meet Cyran by chance, since he is on the battlefield as one of the surviving Court Mages. He knows what she is at that point, but they don't mention it or have time to talk about it. In fact, he probably covers her to avoid escalation with the Celestials at some point.

Erin is caught up the fight, injured and retreats into the leylines.

Merlin does his thing. Likely in Ryeham, where his... mysterious "seal" is sitting, next to the Rift.

Both, Merlin and Erin, disappear for the next 20 years. Although, Merlin seems to still be in touch with Hogan somehow, despite continuing to loose his memory in that timeframe.

And the rest is current events, covered to an extend here.