When the duel for Eumelos' hand finally occurred it was something of an anticlimax. So many large factions aligned with Chumana that the result was a forgone conclusion. Her last opponent standing was a branch of Eumelos' female fans, grouped together in the hope that one of them would get lucky. Chumana summoned her beasts and sent them among these foolish females, none good enough for her King. And so she was victorious.
And so the Divine Dynasty began. Great King Eumelos Wyrmhand, granted divinity by the heretic wordshaper Zur and rebel archaeologist Metis, did marry the High Guardian Chumana, and they didst have many children. - A long and flowing history written by some Teklo chap
It is claimed by many that Great King Eumelos Wyrmhand did not love his wife, not truly, pining forever for his love lost amongst the stars. But that love never returned, and he had a Kingdom to be responsible for. Chumana and Eumelos actually made a great team. Where Eumelos was always eager (though some claimed that the experience of looking after his great friend Dach taught him caution), Chumana was ready to be there, subtle and diplomatic in taming their foes. That is not to say that they were not Kirlsa to the core, for often their diplomacy was with sitcks, but they never hit too hard, always the right amount.
Their children were numerous and grew up to become great warriors. Long have scions of this family stood and won the Kingship, tutored not only in martial skills, but also in the art of strategy. The crown, shaped from the very jaw of a spirit crushed by the Eumelos-Zubin double team, has been handed down for several generations now.
Following unsuccessful attempts to negotiate sufficient wood from the Bequerel to build a traditional navy, the Kirlsa found a better way. They fought and subdued great beasts, carving their boats out of, into and on top of their bodies.
Zubin, with the King's backing, leads the navy from atop the Kosper, a flying ship riding on a wave of errified lightning.
Their ongoing mission: To protect the Mosel Sea. To seek out new beasts and new ways of combat. To boldly fight what no Kirlsa has fought before.
At the agreed time, in the agreed place, the apprentices of Eumelos and Sirana meet in battle. There is a great crowd watching, but many drift away before the dramatic conclusion as the battle drags on for several days. Each blow is matched ounce for ounce, blow for blow. Finally, on the dawn of the third day, a Roc flies from the east. It drops out of the blinding sun to catch its victim unawares. Sirana's apprentice is victorious!
“They're everywhere! If it's not Chumana it's Mani. If it's not Mani it's Zubin. And they all look at me. I'm a reformed weasel I tell you! And 10% is just my fee!” said Mr Popo. “We're already paying you 10%, there's no need to embezzle it!” King Eumelos retorted. “Like I said, 20% is my…”.
Mr. Popo stopped speaking as Eumelos' sandfist started swirling. Mr. Popo didn't like this one bit. In fact, Mr. Popo was reconsidering the wisdom of his latest career choice.
“Now, Mr. Popo. You don't want to be challenged to an honour duel do you?” said the King. It seemed that this whole “veiled threats” thing that Chumana had been teaching him about might actually work.
Shortly thereafter Mr Popo redoubled his efforts to increase his 10% by screwing over only non-Kirlsa. The Teklo merchants he was dealing with were not happy.
Following the successful addition of Dach Wyrmbane and his men to the Kirlsa army, King Eumelos put out the call, still valid to this day, that any others who wish may seek to join the Kirlsa nation. They need only prove their honour and worth to the King. Seeing the great position that Dach enjoyed as the King's right-hand man, several heroes took up this offer during Eumelos' lifetime. Since that time the tradition has fallen somewhat into disuse, though once in a generation there is one who succeeds in their challenges. It is my fondest hope this is just a matter of fashion, and not that fewer great heroes are being born each cycle.