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*Note: Only the most notable members of your house need to be listed, extended or unimportant family can be excluded until they become relevant to the roleplay or plot.
*Note: At least one member of the house must be a part of the profession on which the fortune is made. It is assumed they head a business or trade of some sort.
*Note: Model your nobility sheet after mine. An exception can be made on the summary portion, write as you need, just don't over do it.

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Noble Houses

The House of Boneshade

The House of Boneshade
Status: High Nobility
Fortune: Engineering, Architecture

Name: Lord Kzabm Boneshade
Age: 56
Appeared Age: Late Fifties
Race: Goblin
Profession: Engineering
Lineage: Husband to Nudg Boneshade, Father to Mgazen, Kxust, Knet, Neszart, Rkexz, and Zogn Boneshade.
Summary: This intelligent gentlegoblin has wide gray eyes. His coarse, wavy, gray hair is neck-length and is worn in a precise style. He's got a long beard and a mustache. He has a graceful build. His skin is olive-colored. He has a pointed chin and large feet. His wardrobe is functional and practical. He is wise, clever, and sophisticated.

Name: Lord Nudg Boneshade
Age: 52
Appeared Age: Early Fifties
Race: Goblin
Profession: Architecture
Lineage: Husband to Kzabm Boneshade, Father to Mgazen, Kxust, Knet, Neszart, Rkexz, and Zogn Boneshade.
Summary: This thoughtful gentlegoblin has large black eyes. His fine, wavy, black hair is medium-length and is worn in a severe, uncomplicated style. He is very short and has an intense muscular build. His skin is dark ivy. He has a square chin. His wardrobe is businesslike. He is patient, intelligent, and understanding.

Name: Mrax Boneshade
Age: 51
Appeared Age: Early Fifties
Race: Goblin
Profession: Engineering
Lineage: Surrogate for Kzamb and Nudg Boneshade, Surrogate Mother to Mgazen, Kxust, Knet, Neszart, Rkexz, and Zogn Boneshade.
Summary: This personable lady has deep-set eyes the color of yellowed ivory. Her silky, curly, black hair is worn in a style that reminds you of wilted leaves. She is tall (for a goblin) and has a scrawny build. Her skin is emerald colored. She has small feet. Her wardrobe is dignified, and is mostly green and black. She is jubilant, promiscuous, and loving.

Name: Mgazen Boneshade
Age: 32
Appeared Age: Early Thirties
Race: Goblin
Profession: Architecture
Lineage: Daughter to Kzamb and Nudg Boneshade, Oldest Sister to Kxust, Knet, Neszart, Rkexz, and Zogn Boneshade.
Summary: This girl makes you think of a dashing cheetah. She has deep-set beige eyes. Her silky, curly, green hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a pennant blowing in the wind. She is short and has a wide-hipped build. Her skin is pale sand. She has prominent ears and small hands. Her wardrobe is *chokes on air* ..sexy. She is haughty, sharp, and calculating.

Name: Kxust Boneshade
Age: 30
Appeared Age: Early Thirties
Race: Goblin
Profession: Tinkerer
Lineage: Son to Kzamb and Nudg Boneshade, Oldest Brother to Mgazen, Knet, Neszart, Rkexz, and Zogn Boneshade.
Summary: This wily gentlegoblin has slanted blue eyes that are like two sapphires. His luxurious, curly, shoulder-length hair is the color of ripe lemons, and is worn in a carefully-crafted style. He is tall and has an elegant build. His skin is yellow-green. He has small hands. His wardrobe is mysterious, with a lot of red and white. He is shrewd, erratic, and queer.

Name: Knet Boneshade
Age: 29
Appeared Age: Early Thirties
Race: Goblin
Profession: Sapper
Lineage: Son to Kzamb and Nudg Boneshade, Brother to Mgazen, Kxust, Rkexz, Neszart, and Zogn Boneshade.
Summary: This gentlegoblin puts you in mind of a malevolent demon. He has slanted blue eyes that are like two windows on the afternoon sky. He is bald, with angry red veins covering his head. He is tall and has a lean build. His skin is china-white. He has pointed, knobby ears. His wardrobe is complicated and strange, with a lot of purple. He is disdainful, unpleasant, and excitable.

Name: Rkexz Boneshade
Age: 25
Appeared Age: Mid Twenties
Race: Goblin
Profession:
Lineage: Son to Kzamb and Nudg Boneshade, Brother to Mgazen, Kxust, Neszart, Knet, and Zogn Boneshade.
Summary: This gentlegoblin reminds you of a mysterious raven. He has narrow brown eyes that are like two patches of dried blood. His luxurious, curly, black hair is very short and is worn in an uncomplicated style. He is very short and has a broad-shouldered build. His skin is the color of dirt. He has hollow cheeks and a large mouth. His wardrobe is strange and unconventional, with a mostly yellow and black color scheme. He is puzzling, abrupt, and swift.

Name: Neszart Boneshade
Age: 13
Appeared Age: Late Adolescents
Race: Goblin
Profession: Seamstress
Lineage: Daughter to Kzamb and Nudg Boneshade, Sister to Mgazen, Kxust, Knet, Rkexz, and Zogn Boneshade.
Summary: This girl puts you in mind of shooting star. She has large jet black eyes. Her fine, curly, slate-gray hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a turtle's shell. She is short and has a lithe build. Her skin is dark green. She has a large mouth. Her wardrobe is bizarre. She is boisterous, wild, and humorous.

Name: Zogn Boneshade
Age: 6
Appeared Age: Child, Early Adolescents
Race: Goblin
Profession:
Lineage: Son to Kzamb and Nudg Boneshade, Brother to Mgazen, Kxust, Knet, Neszart, and Rkexz Boneshade.
Summary: This goblin makes you think of a lost baby bird. He has wide obsidian eyes. His silky, straight, jet black hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a peacock's tail. He is tall (for a goblin) and has an elegant build. His skin is the color of seaweed. He has a large mouth. His wardrobe is no-nonsense and severe, with a lot of blue and green. He is curious, shy, and mischievous.

The House of Calderon

The House of Calderon
Status: Mid Nobility
Fortune: Merchant, Mercantile

Name: Lord Brendan Calderon
Age: 42
Appeared Age: Early Forties
Race: Human
Profession: Merchant
Lineage: Father of Gabriela and Noah Calderon, Foster Father of Cynthia Mosley, Galden Fuentes, and Burl Vaughn.
Summary: This trusting guy has almond-shaped gunmetal-gray eyes. His luxurious, curly, brown hair is medium-length and is worn in a bizarre, attractive style. He has a boyish build. His skin is black. He has a pointed chin. His wardrobe is businesslike. He is focused, patient, and kind.

Name: Gabriela Calderon
Age: 23
Appeared Age: Early Twenties
Race: Human
Profession: Merchant
Lineage: Daughter of Brendan Calderon, Eldest Sister of Noah Calderon, Foster Sister to Cynthia Mosley, Galden Fuentes, and Burl Vaughn.
Summary: This witty lady has slanted eyes the color of polished amber. Her fine, straight, midnight black hair is waist-length and is worn in a simple style. She is very short and has an elegant build. Her skin is dark ebony. She has a wide chin. Her wardrobe is risque and revealing. She is flirty, composed, and intuitive.

Name: Cynthia Mosley
Age: 21
Appeared Age: Early Twenties
Race: Kelpei
Profession: Stage Magician
Lineage: Foster Daughter of Brendan Calderon, Foster Sister to Gabriela Calderon, Noah Calderon, Galden Fuentes, and Burl Vaughn.
Summary: This woman makes you think of a mysterious raven. She has large burgandy eyes. Her thick, wavy, white hair is worn in a style that reminds you of the rays of the sun. She is tall and has a curvy build. Her skin is light-colored. She has thin eyebrows and a small, pert mouth. She has four small horns on the forward crown of her head. Her wardrobe is uncomplicated, with a lot of red and blue. She is flamboyant, showy, and exuberant.

Name: Galden Fuentes
Age: 17
Appeared Age: Late Adolescents
Race: Half-Orc, Half-Human
Profession: Bodyguard
Lineage: Foster Son of Brendan Calderon, Foster Brother to Gabriela Calderon, Noah Calderon, Cynthia Mosley, and Burl Vaughn.
Summary: This man makes you think of a playful, enraged grizzly bear. He has slanted orange eyes. His fine, straight, brown hair is neck-length and is worn in a simple style. He is tall and has an overmuscled build. His skin is cream-colored. He has hollow cheeks and long-fingered hands. His wardrobe is practical, with a lot of black and brown. He is headstrong, powerful, and reserved.

Name: Burl Vaughn
Age: 14
Appeared Age: Early Adolescents
Race: Human
Profession:
Lineage: Foster Son of Brendan Calderon, Foster Brother to Gabriela Calderon, Noah Calderon, Cynthia Mosley, and Galden Fuentes.
Summary: This brooding teen has hooded eyes the color of milk. His luxurious, wavy, slate-gray hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a monk's cowl. He has a thin build. His skin is pale. He has a low forehead. His wardrobe is unotable, consisting of mostly dark colors. He is cynical, devious, and observant. He suffers from unknown illness which causes insomnia, hallucinations, migraines, and body aches.

Name: Noah Calderon
Age: 9
Appeared Age: Late Childhood
Race: Half-Elf, Half-Human
Profession:
Lineage: Son of Brendan Calderon, Younger Brother to Gabriela Calderon, Foster Brother to Cynthia Mosley, Galden Fuentes, and Burl Vaughn.
Summary: This sneaky child has deep-set gray eyes that are like two windows looking out on an overcast sky. His thick, wavy, shoulder-length hair is the color of obsidian, and is worn in an uncomplicated style. He is tall and has a thin build. His skin is light mocha. He has wide feet and pointed ears. His wardrobe is artistic and odd, with a lot of blue and black.

The High House of Doradall

The House of Doradall
Status: High Nobility
Fortune: Military
Residency: Dangar Hold Fortress

Name: Karagul Doradall
Age: 39
Appeared Age: Mid Thirties
Race: Half-Orc
Profession: General
Lineage: Eldest Brother to Gnaogur Doradall
Summary: This gentleman reminds you of a monstrous predator. He has round coffee-colored eyes. His silky, straight, amber hair is worn in a style that reminds you of an overused mop. He is tall and has a ery muscular build. His skin is dark green. He has a strong chin. His wardrobe reflects his profession, with lots of gunmetal gray and red colors. He has wicked lower fangs, protruding slightly over his upper lip. He has a magnificent amber-colored beard worn in uncomplicated braids. He is affable, devious, stalwart, and powerful.

Name: Gnaogur Doradall
Age: 35
Appeared Age: Mid Thirties
Race: Half-Orc
Profession: Lieutenant General
Lineage: Younger Brother to Karagul Doradall
Summary: This guy reminds you of a sturdy tree. He has slanted violet eyes. His silky, straight, ivory hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a burning fire. He has a strong build. His skin is ivy-colored. He has a small mouth, will small fangs, and wide feet. His wardrobe is practical and reflects his profession, with a lot of red and gray. He has a neat, chiseled ivory-colored beard, worn in small braids. He is solemn, dishtinguished, and straightfoward.

The House of Elavalur

The House of Elavalur
Status: Low Nobility
Fortune: Bowyer, Hunter, Fletcher, Gatherer

Name: Lord Daenelis Elavalur
Age: 267
Appeared Age: Late Twenties
Race: Elf
Profession: Bowyer, Hunter, Fletcher
Lineage: Husband to Faewen Elavalur, Father of Eilphine and Ailphine Elavalur
Summary: This sturdy elf has slitted eyes the color of the midnight sky. His thick, curly, chestnut hair is medium-length and is worn in an attractive style. He is tall and has a narrow, toned build. His skin is deeply-tanned. He has a strong chin. His wardrobe is unusual, with a lot of green and red. He is serious, open-minded, and efficient.

Name: Lady Faewen Elavalur
Age: 227
Appeared Age: Mid Twenties
Race: Elf
Profession: Herablist, Gatherer
Lineage: Wife to Daenelis Elavalur, Mother of Eilphine and Ailphine Elavalur
Summary: This girl reminds you of a prowling minx. She has almond-shaped smoke-gray eyes. Her luxurious, curly, red hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a wet dog. She has a leggy build. Her skin is nut-brown. She has a worried, serious forehead. Her wardrobe is tight and practical. She is loving, protective, and generous.

Name: Eilphine Elavalur
Age: 31
Appeared Age: Late Adolescents
Race: Elf
Profession: Herbalist, Gatherer
Lineage: Daughter to Daenelis and Faewen Elavalur, Twin sister to Ailphine Elavalur
Summary: This lady puts you in mind of a brightly-shining star. She has narrow sky blue eyes that are like two turquoises. Her fine, wavy, waist-length hair is the color of dark chocolate, and is worn in an exotic style. She is short and has a busty build. Her skin is nut-brown. She has an elegant nose and stubby-fingered hands. Her wardrobe is revealing. She is alluring, playful, and kind.

Name: Ailphine Elavalur
Age: 31
Appeared Age: Late Adolescents
Race: Elf
Profession: Bowyer, Hunter, Fletcher
Lineage: Daughter to Daenelis and Faewen Elavalur, Twin sister to Eilphine Elavalur
Summary: This lady puts you in mind of a midnight sky. She has narrow dark blue eyes that are like two deep pools of water. Her fine, wavy, waist-length hair is the color of dark chocolate, and is worn in an exotic style. She is short and has a busty build. Her skin is nut-brown. She has an elegant nose and long-fingered hands. Her wardrobe is modest. She is casual, observant, and astute.

The House of Hester

The House of Hester
Status: High Nobility
Fortune: Blacksmith, Armorer

Name: Lord Theron Hester
Age: 54
Appeared Age: Mid Fifties
Race: Human
Profession: Blacksmith, Armorer.
Lineage: Husband to Annabelle Hester, Father to Carlene, Charlotte, and Benjamin Hester.
Summary: This gentleman puts you in mind of a prowling jackal. He has large gray eyes that are like two pieces of steel. He is bald, tall, and has a lithe, but masculine build. His skin is tanned. He has high cheekbones. His wardrobe is severe and unusual, with a mostly gray color scheme. He is firm, straightforward, and serious.

Name: Lady Annabelle Hester
Age: 44
Appeared Age: Early Forties
Race: Human
Profession:
Lineage: Wife to Theron Hester, Mother to Carlene, Charlotte, and Benjamin Hester.
Summary: This woman puts you in mind of a mysterious monolith. She has beady brown eyes that are like two drops of chocolate. Her fine, wavy, yellow hair is short and is worn in an artistic style. She has a weak build. Her skin is cream-colored. She has a hooked nose. Her wardrobe is unusual and professional, with a lot of blue and black. She is witty, judgmental, and snobbish.

Name: Carlene Hester
Age: 29
Appeared Age: Early Twenties
Race: Human
Profession:
Lineage: Daughter of Theron and Annabelle Hester, Older sister to Charlotte and Benjamin Hester.
Summary: This girl puts you in mind of a randy rabbit. She has wide blue eyes that are like two lagoons. Her silky, straight, red hair is neck-length and is worn in an attractive style. She is tall and has a curvy build. Her skin is pale. She has knobby ears and a strong chin. Her wardrobe is strange and risque, with a mostly orange color scheme. She is intelligent, manipulative, and flirty.

Name: Charlotte Hester
Age: 25
Appeared Age: Early Twenties, Late Teens
Race: Human
Profession:
Lineage: Daughter of Theron and Annabelle Hester, Middle sister to Carlene and Benjamin Hester.
Summary: This girl reminds you of a fluttering hummingbird. She has round chocolate-colored eyes. Her thick, curly, lemon-yellow hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a flower's petals. She is short and has an hourglass build. Her skin is light-colored. She has a pointed chin. Her wardrobe is strange and attractive, with a mostly blue and white color scheme. She is flirty, kind, and silly.

Name: Benjamin Hester
Age: 19
Appeared Age: Late Teens, Mid Twenties
Race: Human
Profession: Blacksmith, Armorer
Lineage: Son of Theron and Annabelle Hester, Younger brother to Carlene and Charlotte.
Summary: This laid-back guy has hooded blue eyes. His fine, wavy, charcoal-colored hair is very short and is worn in a bizarre, carefully-crafted style. He is very tall and has an athletic build. His skin is white. He has thick eyebrows. His wardrobe is businesslike and simple, with a lot of blue and black. He is casual, mysterious, and quiet.

The High House of Malakos

The House of Malakos
Status: High
Fortune: Military

Name: Shalie Malakos
Age: 61
Appeared Age: Early Forties
Race: Tiefling
Profession: Archmage
Lineage: Eldest Sister of Zakaria, Shatarii, and Mislaia Malakos.
Summary: This womanling reminds you of a raging river. She has almond-shaped eyes the color of autum leaves. Her fine, curly, sun-colored hair is short and is worn in a weird style. She is very short and has a busty build. Her skin is dark purple. She has hollow cheeks and a weak chin. Her wardrobe is odd, and is mostly gold and black. She has two short horns protruding from her crown above her temples. She has a long, smooth, prehensile tail with a spade tip. She is immoral, clever, nimble, and manipulative.

Name: Zakaria Malakos
Age: 28
Appeared Age: Late Twenties
Race: Tiefling
Profession: Court Wizard, Enchanter, Arcane Healer.
Lineage: Lover of Shatarii Malakos, Sister of Shalie, Shatarii, and Mislaia Malakos.
Summary: This composed womanling has deep-set blue eyes that are like two lagoons. Her fine, straight, medium-length hair is the color of the midnight sky, and is worn in a complex, attractive style. She has an athletic build. Her skin is ocean-colored. She has delicate ears. Her wardrobe is fanciful and revealing, composed of mosly sheer materials and neutral colors. She has a split tongue, and two thin tails. She is collected, perceptive, and sarcastic.

Name: Shatarii Malakos
Age: 25
Appeared Age: Mid Twenties
Race: Tiefling
Profession: Mage, Diviner, Conjurer.
Lineage: Lover of Zakaria Malakos, Sister to Shalie, Zakaria, and Mislaia Malakos.
Summary: This gentle womanling has beady gray eyes. Her luxurious, straight, orange hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a fluttering flag. She is short and has a wide-hipped build. Her skin is azure. She has prominent cheekbones. Her wardrobe is strange, with a lot of dark colors. She has two thin horns protruding from her crown, about a hand's length. She has long fingered hands. She is compassionate, strong, tolerant, and understanding.

Name: Mislaia Malakos
Age: 16
Appeared Age: Late Adolescents
Race: Tiefling
Profession: Adept, Illusionist.
Lineage: Youngest Sister of Shalie, Zakaria, and Shatarii Malakos.
Summary: This hateful girl has almond-shaped eyes the color of ripe plums. Her thick, straight, very short hair is the color of charcoal, and is worn in a simple style. She has an amazonian build. Her skin is abyssal purple, almost black. She has prominent cheekbones and sharply pointed ears. Her wardrobe is fashionable and modest, with a lot of dark colors and gold hues. She has two large horns splitting from the middle of her crown that curl back behind her ears and angle forward, and upwards, almost akin to a ram's horns. She is uncaring, aggressive, and dark.

The House of Orudri

The House of Orudri
Status: Low Nobility
Fortune: Medicinal

Name: Lord Lokur Orudri
Age: 63
Appeared Age: Late Forties
Race: Gnome
Profession: Doctor, Surgeon, Dentist, Haircutter.
Lineage: Husband to Lady Seldysa Orudri, Father of Ianji and Kasbar Orudri, Brother-in-law to Lady Sala Rosimyra.
Summary: This tense gentleman has droopy violet eyes that are like two small moons. His luxurious, straight, salt and pepper hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a gush of water. He's got a thick moustache. He has a slender build. His skin is light-colored. He has knobby ears. His wardrobe is plain. He is lively, caring, and precise.

Name: Lady Seldysa Orudri
Age: 50
Appeared Age: Late Thirties
Race: Gnome
Profession: Nurse, Haircutter.
Lineage: Wife to Lord Lokur Orudri, Mother of Ianji and Kasbar Orudri, Older Sister to Lady Sala Rosimyra.
Summary: This woman puts you in mind of a cautious chipmunk. She has wide brown eyes that are like two acorns. Her fine, straight, very short hair is the color of chestnuts, and is worn in an elegant, exotic style. She is short and has a thin build. Her skin is light-colored. She has a high forehead and small ears. Her wardrobe is unconventional. She is steadfast, happy, and unsual.

Name: Lady Sala Rosimyra
Age: 45
Appeared Age: Mid Thirties
Race: Gnome
Profession:
Lineage: Sister-in-law to Lord Lokur Orudri, Younger sister to Lady Seldysa Orudri, Aunt to Ianji and Kasbar Orudri.
Summary: This lady puts you in mind of a crazed lunatic. She has large green eyes that are like two emeralds. Her thick, straight, lemon-yellow hair is very long and is worn in an elegant, precise style. She is very tall and has a thin build. Her skin is cream-colored. She has hollow cheeks. Her wardrobe is strange. She is irregular, weary, and absentminded. She suffers from Insomnia, and Demensia.

Name: Ianji Orudri
Age: 27
Appeared Age: Mid Adolescents
Race: Gnome
Profession: Alchemist, Herbalist
Lineage: Son to Lokur and Seldysa Orudri, Nephew to Sala Rosimyra, Older brother to Kasbar Orudri.
Summary: This serene man has droopy coffee-colored eyes. His thick, curly, yellow hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a drifting cloud. He is tall (for a gnome) and has a slender build. His skin is light-colored. He has a small mouth. His wardrobe is strange. He is peculiar, contemplative, and intelligent.

Name: Kasbar Orudri
Age: 2 months
Appeared Age: Early Infancy
Race: Gnome
Profession:
Lineage: Son to Lokur and Seldysa Orudri, Nephew to Sala Rosimyra, Younger brother to Ianji Orudri.
Summary: This chubby infant has a soft face, and brilliant orange eyes.

The Low House of Quinlan

The House of Quinlan
Status: Low
Fortune: Enchanting, Runic Inscriptions, Magic Trinkets
Residency: A Manor in Kinesly

Name: Ribul Quinlan
Age: 67
Appeared Age: Early Forties
Race: Halfing
Profession: Enchanter
Lineage: Eldest Brother to Dannad, Arzin, and Uridal Quinlan.
Summary: This gentleman puts you in mind of a clever stage magician. He has wide brown eyes that are like two drops of chocolate. His thick, wavy, brown hair is shoulder-length and is worn in an elegant, intricate style. He's got a beard and moustache. He is tall and has a feminine build. His skin is nut-brown. He has a domed forehead. His wardrobe is flashy and colorful. He is charming, silver-tongued, and skillful.

Name: Dannad Quinlan
Age: 41
Appeared Age: Late Twenties, Early Thirties
Race: Halfing
Profession: Gemcutter
Lineage: Brother to Ribul, Arzin, and Uridal Quinlan.
Summary: This eccentric halfing has almond-shaped green eyes. His silky, straight, purple hair is very long and is worn in a practical, businesslike style. He is very short and has a narrow build. His skin is deeply-tanned. He has large hands and small feet. His wardrobe is dazzling and elegant. He is focused, thoughtful, and silver-tongued.

Name: Arzin Quinlan
Age: 36
Appeared Age: Mid Twenties
Race: Halfing
Profession: Goldsmith, Silversmith
Lineage: Brother to Ribul, Dannad, and Uridal Quinlan.
Summary: This gentleman makes you think of a joyous songbird. He has beady brown eyes that are like two acorns. His silky, straight, white hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a cascading waterfall. He is very tall (for a halfing) and has a lithe build. His skin is light mocha. He has hollow cheeks. His wardrobe is attractive, with a lot of black. He is mirthful, generous, and silver-tongued.

Name: Uridal Quinlan
Age:29
Appeared Age: Early Twenties
Race:Halfing
Profession: Runic Inscriber
Lineage: Youngest Brother to Ribul, Dannad, and Arzin Quinlan.
Summary: This cunning halfing has slitted eyes the color of fine silver. His thick, straight, black hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a wave of water. He is short and has a graceful build. His skin is chocolate-brown. He has high cheekbones. His wardrobe is impractacal, with a lot of blue and gray. He is artistic, precise, and silver-tongued.

The House of Roneiros

The House of Roneiros
Status: Low
Fortune: Medical

Name: Lord Waeslen Roneiros
Age: 654
Appeared Age: Mid Fifties
Race: Elf
Profession: Doctor, Surgeon, Haircutter, Dentist
Lineage: Eldest Brother to Chaelee, Keinna, Aldar, Adwyn, Sylona, and Phiyra Roneiros.
Summary: This intelligent guy has almond-shaped white eyes that are like two plates of fine china. His fine, curly, long hair is the color of ripe plums, and is worn in a bizarre style. He is short and has a boyish build. His skin is china-white. He has a domed forehead. His wardrobe is unusual, and is completely green and gray. He is methodical, fatherly, and wise.

Name: Chaelee Roneiros
Age: 540
Appeared Age: Late Forties
Race: Elf
Profession: Mercenary, Bodyguard
Lineage: Eldest Sister to Waeslen, Keinna, Aldar, Adwyn, Sylona, and Phiyra Roneiros.
Summary: This girl reminds you of a cobra waiting to strike. She has slitted chestnut eyes. Her thick, curly, silver hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a seashell. She is tall and has a feminine build. Her skin is pale. She has knobby ears. Her wardrobe is unusual and professional, with a completely black, brown, and red color scheme. She is short-tempered, moody, irascible, and abrasive.

Name: Keinna Roneiros
Age: 421
Appeared Age: Early Forties
Race: Elf
Profession: Minstrel, Poet
Lineage: Brother to Waeslen, Chaelee, Aldar, Adwyn, Sylona, and Phiyra Roneiros.
Summary: This innocent girl has droopy coffee-colored eyes. Her fine, straight, black hair is very long and is worn in a carefully-crafted style. She is very tall and has a plump build. Her skin is dark. She has a small mouth and wide feet. Her wardrobe is businesslike. She is jolly, gluttonous, and optimistic.

Name: Aldar Roneiros
Age: 372
Appeared Age: Late Thirties
Race: Elf
Profession: Family Scribe
Lineage: Brother to Waeslen, Chaelee, Keinna, Adwyn, Sylona, and Phiyra Roneiros.
Summary: This guy makes you think of a falling tree. He has wide brown eyes. His silky, curly, beige hair is neck-length and is worn in wild, unruly style. He is very short and has a graceful build. His skin is brown. He has a crooked nose and large hands. His wardrobe is professional. He suffers from narcolepsy. He is absentminded, lackluster, and apathetic.

Name: Adwyn Roneiros
Age: 269
Appeared Age: Early Thirties
Race: Elf
Profession: Weaver, Seamstress, Dyer, Hatter
Lineage: Sister to Waeslen, Chaelee, Keinna, Aldar, Sylona, and Phiyra Roneiros.
Summary: This nimble-fingered lady has slanted eyes the color of ripe tangerines. Her luxurious, straight, silver hair is neck-length and is worn in a bizarre, elegant style. She is very short and has an angular build. Her skin is deeply-tanned. She has full lips and a weak chin. Her wardrobe is no-nonsense and dignified, with a lot of bright colors. She suffers from bad allergies to seems like just about everything. She is kind, loyal, and easygoing.

Name: Sylona Roneiros
Age: 214
Appeared Age: Late Twenties
Race: Elf
Profession: Dancer, Acrobat
Lineage: Sister to Waeslen, Chaelee, Keinna, Aldar, Adwyn, and Phiyra Roneiros.
Summary: This woman reminds you of a fluttering hummingbird. She has beady brown eyes that are like two splotches of mud. Her thick, curly, midnight black hair is worn in a style that reminds you of an overused mop. She is very tall and has an angular build. Her skin is brown. She has small ears and bushy eyebrows. Her wardrobe is modest. She is shy, polite, quiet, easily startled, and gentle.

Name: Phiyra Roneiros
Age: 135
Appeared Age: Mid Twenties
Race: Elf
Profession:
Lineage: Youngest Sister to Waeslen, Chaelee, Keinna, Aldar, Adwyn, and Sylona Roneiros.
Summary: This lady makes you think of a curious squirrel. She has round brown eyes that are like two drops of water. Her wild, violet hair is worn in a style that reminds you of an explosion. She has a narrow, lithe build. Her skin is cream-colored. She has large ears. Her wardrobe is colorful and silly. She is mute. She is silly, friendly, and naive.

The House of Sinclaire

The House of Sinclaire
Status: High
Fortune: Religion

Name: Archbishop Ishmael Sinclaire
Age: 53
Appeared Age: Early Fifties
Race: Human
Profession: Archbishop of the Millennium Hand, Mage.
Lineage: Father and Spiritual Leader to Julian, Raven, Orane, and Kaley Sinclaire.
Summary: This guy puts you in mind of a noble eagle. He has narrow brown eyes. His fine, wavy, heavenly white hair is worn in a style that reminds you of flat parchment. He's got a full beard and a moustache. He has a strong build. His skin is light-colored. He has large feet. His wardrobe is grand and elegant, with a lot of white and gold. He is authoritive, thunderous, intense, wise, powerful, and cunning.

Name: Julian Sinclaire
Age: 28
Appeared Age: Late Twenties
Race: Human
Profession: Preacher.
Lineage: Son of Archbishop Ishmael Sinclaire, Eldest Brother to Raven, Orane, and Kaley Sinclaire.
Summary: This gentleman reminds you of a regal dragon. He has wide moss green eyes. His luxurious, straight, ash-gray hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a fluttering flag. He's got stubble. He has a feminine build. His skin is light-colored. He has bushy eyebrows. His wardrobe is elegant, and is mostly white and gold. He is gentle, manipulative, craft, and passionate.

Name: Raven Sinclaire
Age: 19
Appeared Age: Early Twenties
Race: Human
Profession: Preacher, Mage, Arcane Healer.
Lineage: Daughter of Archbishop Ishmael Sinclaire, Sister to Julian, Orane, and Kaley Sinclaire.
Summary: This generous girl has wide violet eyes that are like two drops of wine. Her thick, straight, bone-white hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a river. She has a curvy build. Her skin is tanned. She has a small mouth. Her wardrobe is flattering and unusual, with a mostly white and gold color scheme. She is benevolent, polyamorous, thoughtful, and optimistic.

Name: Orane Sinclaire
Age: 7
Appeared Age: Late Childhood
Race: Human
Profession:
Lineage: Daughter of Archbishop Ishmael Sinclaire, Sister to Julian, Raven, and Kaley Sinclaire.
Summary: This curious child has slitted brown eyes that are like two discs of wood. Her silky, straight, black hair falls haphazardly about her head. She is short and has a boyish build. Her skin is cream-colored. She has a low forehead. Her wardrobe is child like, with lots of pale cream colors and accents of gold. She is playful, high-spirited, polite, and a quick learner.

Name: Kaley Sinclaire
Age: 5
Appeared Age: Mid Childhood
Race: Human
Profession:
Lineage: Daughter of Archbishop Ishmael Sinclaire, Sister to Julian, Raven, and Orane Sinclaire.
Summary: This micheivious toddler has wide brown eyes that are like two pools of water. Her vibrant, elegant golden hair reminds you of a slow stream. She has a graceful build and narrow ears. Her skin is lightly tanned. Her wardrobe is child like, with lots of pale cream colors and accents of gold. She is lively, jubilant, pleasant, and adorably silly.

The Mid House of Witchhammer

The House of Witchhammer
Status: Mid Nobility
Fortune: Porter
Residency: A Manor and Plantation Estate in Srohl.

Name: Lord Hidri Witchhammer
Age: 315
Appeared Age: Late Forties
Race: Dwarf
Profession: Porter
Lineage: Husband to Lichi Witchhammer, Father to Hek and Dahosi Witchhammer.
Summary: This gentleman makes you think of a suave gazelle. He has almond-shaped eyes the color of black coffee. His fine, straight, beige hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a seashell. He's got a beard and mustache worn in a style that reminds you of, also, a seashell. He has an angular build. His skin is bronze He has stubby-fingered hands. His wardrobe is unusual and classy, with a lot of violet. He is rough, tough
and unruly.

Name: Lady Lichi Witchhammer
Age: 329
Appeared Age: Late Forties
Race: Dwarf
Profession: Porter
Lineage: Wife to Hidri Witchhammer, Mother to Hek and Dahosi Witchhammer.
Summary: This woman puts you in mind of a strutting cat. She has smokeyeyes the color of wild moss. Her thick, straight, alabaster hair is very short and is worn in an utilitarian style. She is tall (for a dwarf) and has an athletic build. Her skin dark caramel. She has a wide chin and large feet. Her wardrobe is strange and bizarre, with a lot of brown and violet. She is strong, friendly, and proud.

Name: Hek Witchhammer
Age: 67
Appeared Age: Early Twenties
Race: Dwarf
Profession: Porter
Lineage: Son to Hidri and Lichi Witchhammer, Brother to Dahosi Witchhammer.
Summary: This man makes you think of a curious squirrel. He has narrow magenta eyes. His fine, straight, auburn hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a shark's fin. He's got a beard. He is very short and has a broad-shouldered build. His skin is light mocha. He has a domed forehead. His wardrobe is severe and strange, with a lot of black. He is curious, focused, and upset about his forehead.

Name: Dahosi Witchhammer
Age: 16
Appeared Age: Mid Adolescents
Race: Dwarf
Profession: Porter
Lineage: Son to Hidri and Lichi Witchhammer, Brother to Hek Witchhammer.
Summary: This guy reminds you of a vicious otter. He has wide gray eyes that are like two pools of mercury. His silky, straight, chocolate-colored hair is medium-length and is worn in a precise, practical style. He is stout and has a stout build. His skin is the color of fine mud. He has a large nose. His wardrobe is plain with a lot of black. He is temperamental, fierce, and usually drunk or getting there.

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Classification of Residency by Population

Classifications of Residency by Population

Hamlet – Population of 20-80.
Village – Population of 80-900.
Small Town – Population of 900-2,000.
Large Town – Population of 2,000-5,000.
Small City – Population of 5,000-12,000.
Large City – Population of 12,000-25,000
Metropolis – Population of 25,000+

Racial Lifespans

Racial Lifespans

Human

• Infancy 0-12 Months
• Childhood 1-11
• Adolescents 12-16
• Adulthood 17-29
• Middle Age 30-44
• Old Age 45+
• Average Lifespan 60
• Max Lifespan 110

Dwarf

• Infancy 0-2 Years
• Childhood 2-15
• Adolescent 16-28
• Adulthood 29-199
• Middle Age 200-325
• Old Age 326+
• Average Lifespan 400
• Max Lifespan 700

Elf

• Infancy 0-4 Years
• Childhood 5-18
• Adolescents 19-34
• Adulthood 35-299
• Middle Age 300-500
• Old Age 501+
• Average Lifespan 600
• Max Lifespan 1000+

Halfing

• Infancy 0-18 Months
• Childhood 2-13
• Adolescents 14-20
• Adulthood 21-44
• Middle Age 45-70
• Old Age 71+
• Average Lifespan 90
• Max Lifespan 150

Gnome

• Infancy 0-18 Months
• Childhood 2-13
• Adolescents 14-20
• Adulthood 21-44
• Middle Age 45-70
• Old Age 71+
• Average Lifespan 90
• Max Lifespan 150

Orc

• Infancy 0-6 Months (Roughly)
• Childhood 1/2-8
• Adolescents 9-14
• Adulthood 15-25
• Middle Age 26-50
• Old Age 51+
• Average Lifespan 35
• Max Lifespan 120

Goblins

• Infancy 0-6 Months (Roughly)
• Childhood 1/2-6
• Adolescents 7-13
• Adulthood 14-29
• Middle Age 30-54
• Old Age 55+
• Average Lifespan 40
• Max Lifespan 90

Tiefling

• Infancy 0-4 Months (Roughly)
• Childhood 0.5-5
• Adolescents 5-15
• Adulthood 16-29
• Middle Age 30-64
• Old Age 65+
• Average Lifespan 80
• Max Lifespan 1000+

Rankings, Titles, and Social Labels

Social and Military

Social and Military Rankings

Note

The section below lists the social classes from top to bottom, in order. Within these labels, possible military and magic ranks that can be achieved by that social class are listed. A social class may hold any of the titles or ranks of the class above them. For example: Lords do not automatically become generals, and must begin where they are deemed fit, yet never the lowly rank of soldier, but the common folk may not exceed the rank of soldier until they are promoted to an armsman.

*Note: Armsman and Knight are Military Promotions. The title of Earl, is given by Duke, is given by Lord, is given by the King.

Citizens/Commonfolk: The everyday freeman, citydweller, farmer, and so forth. May not own land.
-Soldiers/Conscripts: Archers/pikemen/bannermen etc.

-Intiate: Those who are just beginning a formal education of Magic
-Novice: Those who have officially been taught the fundamental and basic principles of magic.

Armsmen: Serve a knight directly and may hold or manage manors and small plots of land. 

-Apprentice: Someone who has agreed to learn magic volunteerily, or otherwise.
-Adept: Someone who is skilled, and proficient in magic.

Knight: Serve an Earl directly. May own larger plots of land and manors, and overseer a village or township and raise a levy.
-Sergeant: Squad ( 4-10 Soldiers)
-Lieutenant: Platoon, 3-4 Squads. (16 -40 Soldiers)

-Wizard/Mage: A person highly skilled, and proficient in magic. Allowed to take on students.

Earl: Overseer of a collection of villages/small area and usually has several local knights as armsmen, likewise with their levies.
-Captain: Company, 3-4 Platoons. (100-200 Soldiers)

-Master Wizard: Someone with mastery of their magic, able to perform great and skillful feats. Allowed to command a Team (2-5) of Wizards, or Mages, or teach a class of Adepts or lower.

Duke: Usually controls a large city and has both Earls and Knights as sworn armsmen, plus the levies from his lands.
-Lieutenant Colonel: Battalion, 3-5 Companies. (500-900 Soldiers)
-Colonel: Brigade, 3 or more Battalions. (3,000-5,000 Soldiers)

Lord: A step below the royal family. May hold a county and all cities/communities therein. All dukes/earls/knights in this territory are his sworn armsmen.
-Major General: Division, 3 Brigades. (10,000-18,000 Soldiers)
-Lieutenant General: Regiment, 2-5 Divisions. (20,000-90,000 Soldiers)
-General: Field Army, 2-5 Regiments. (40,000-450,000 Soldiers)

-Archmage: A wizard, or mage, who governs all other magic users. Allowed to command a Team (2-5) Wizards, or Mages, or teach a class of Masters or lower.

King: The end all of the hierarchy; all knights/earls/dukes/lords/wizards are sworn to him and all armies are his. He may have generals (often the most experienced) to advise him, and even if he follows their advice, his word is law.

-Queen: The second-to-last of the hierarchy; holding authority and command just below the king. Though she does not posses military authority.

-Prince/Princess: Third in command and authority below the King, and Queen. They do not hold political, or military authority.

Religion of the Millennium Hand

Religious Rankings and Titles

Worshipper: A person who regularily follows and devotes their life to the teachings of a religion.

Clergyman/Clergywoman: A member of a church order, often empowered to do minor, miscelaneous duties during congregation, such as collecting donations, singing, or personal tasks for higher ranking spiritual leaders, such as laundry, cleaning, and other miniscule duties.

Preacher: A member of the clergy empowered to hold congregations and teachings. Preachers are able to absolve sins, and host a confessional. They Empowered to convey holy orders from Pastors.

Pastor: A trusted member of the clergy who oversees a single church or religious grouping. Pastors are empowered to convey holy orders from Bishops.

Elder: A senior, respected member of the church whose opinion is highly valued, and though holding no official authoritity over the clergy or congregation, their advice is often heeded. Elders are often retired members of the clergy.

Bishop: A senior and most trusted member of a religious clergy often in charge of a particular religious district and empowered to confer holy orders from the Archbishop.

Archbishop: A religious member of the highest rank who governs all of the churches, groups, or other religious gatherings of their order. The Archbishop holds the highest spiritual authoritiy.

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Speculations on the Sate of Affairs

Imagine a land, much like any other. Divisions of religion, politics, and social etiquette; which bring about unavoidable wars of ideals. Where the soldiers die in foreign lands, or defending their own. Where disease plagues those who are unfortunate, and liars as doctors make a living selling fake tonics and cures that do more harm than good, provided they do any good at all. Not unlike manner other lands, yet, it had been this way for a long time. A king passed down through generations from a royal family, their position solidified as long as their legacy lasts, surrounded by silver tongued snakes who wrestle each other for favor and power. Even those of a more magical nature were subject to everything a normal man is, love, desire, greed, wrath.

Unfortunately, this world, is not that world. No, this world is plagued by something much worse. Over 5,000 years ago, a great war was waged, but not between the common man. When a purple hued fire spread across the sky, so did a horde of the same color stampeded across the ground. It's unknown how, or why, they came to this land. Magic, perhaps, or a punishment from the gods. The creatures of the void shook every man to the core of his soul, filled with such a terror that entire battalions of men would not sleep. These creatures have no specific characteristic other than they are usually black and purple colored, as most things subject to void energies are. Wave after wave of these creatures spilled across the land, heading east and devouring everything in their path. The entirety of the land's collective empire's armies rallied forth, making a valiant stand in front of the widest bulk of the horde. The proper way to describe this was not a battle, but a massacre. Hundreds of thousands of men were engulfed in such a way that the horde didn't even pause in it's war path.

Entire cities, fortified from edge to center, fell within a day. Winged beasts tearing men from walls, snatching children from the street. Larger, giant voildings crashing through stone walls as if they were make of wood. Even the forces of magic were powerless to stop them. Every man, woman, and child were slaughtered, every beast that crossed paths with the voidlings were eradicated. The areas following the wake of the horde were barren, nothing but dirt and ash, trees remained as dry, broken stumps. Nothing survived in the blighted lands, at the time, there was nothing to stop the violet horde, or the blight. Any areas the creatures missed, quickly turned to corruption and a blight would begin, poisoning all of the plant life, in turn killing the herbivores that fed from them, and the carnivores from them. It seemed the horde unstoppable. But it wasn't.

The remaining masters of magic debated their ideals on how to stop the blight, how to combat the voidlings. Each made a point, and each point was argued, and each argument was picked apart, and even those pieces were discussed. Even when the creatures were on the very doorstep to the great tower, it's guards slaughtered like helpless children, they erected a great barrier to hide beneath, as they discussed and hypothesized. It was one revered woman who came up with the most favorable idea, Arch Magus Nylphi. She proposed something akin to earth magic, but on a much grander scale, with the aid of alchemy and enchantment. After much discussion, and only when the barrier began to wane, and those who maintained it in shifts began to tire, was it accepted. A potion was brewed, enchanted and distilled into an elixir. The collective knowledge of Master Magi in a single vial.

The empty vial shattered soundlessly against the floor, drowned out by the collect hum of the collected magi channeling their powers into Nylphi. Nylphi gasped as she fell against the magic battering its way into her body, the ancient ritual too powerful for a single being, The magic threatening to tear her apart. A bright light shot from her lips, her body arching into the air as pain tore through her. She blinked and her eyes became two luminescent beams of energy. More of the beams erupted from her body, sporadically. As her mortal body burned into nothing, a single spell fell across the land. Nylphi screamed as the luminescent energy destroyed her, until only the glowing form of her soul was left, and that too began to fade away. Dark clouds swirled above the tower, and just before Nylphi became nothing, when she was but a withering specter, the magic erupted from her. The Magi were helpless as it enveloped them, instantly turning them into ash. The power shattered the tower, and shot out in a massive shock wave, spreading out across the land. Tearing it apart, reforming it. Bathing it in rampant magic and chaos.

This event has been named The Shattering. Less than a year since seeing the voildings and humankind's desperation drove them to shatter their own lands. Each empire, every kingdom was broken a part. Islands of varying sized drifted away from their mother landmass, some broke apart and sank into the water. The earth trembled as the magic destroyed fault lines, volcanoes erupted spilling ash and molten rock into the air, and then fell in on themselves. Entire forests formed and then burned away beneath waves of fire. Magical ley lines shattered as the fabric between dimensions became strained. The chaotic upheaval destroyed all that humankind knew, but it worked. Many areas of refuge remained for the surviving races, if just barely. separated by vast bodies of water. The once solid stretch of land now fragmented into continents and smaller islands.

Now, we come to the Isle of Aspharia. A continent large enough to support the rise of four separate kingdoms. For almost 5,000 years they prospered. So long so that the voidlings faded into myth and legend. Becoming stories used to scare children. Fading into history as the kingdoms dealt with each other, and those from across the waters. Until the creatures became mere rumor upon the people's lips. Yet, a vigil stands ever watchful. A small beacon in the north, set upon the precipice of a wall of mountains. High peaks that separate the common lands of man and beast, from the barren, ashy wastes of the blight. The only remnant of Nylphi's magic, The Seal. The only thing holding back the tide of shadow from once against besieging all of mankind.

Gods and Divines

Calendar Gods

Aagi, God of Agriculture
This handsome god takes the form of a elder wisened with age. He is inhumanly tall and has a lithe build. His round eyes are gold. His outfit is that of a scribe, and it is mostly burgundy in color. He also wears a amulet. He carries a fuming censer. He causes plants to grow around him. He sometimes takes the form of a pure white fox with silver markings. The first month is named after him and begins the cycle of planting seed.

Tatuna, Goddess of Storms
This antisocial goddess of rain and thunder takes the form of a maiden. She is very tall and has a lithe build. Her hooded eyes are brown. She has dark, ebony skin. She is usually portrayed as wearing a white, nearly transparent silk robe adorned with long ribbons of the same material. She can impart knowledge of weather. She sometimes takes the form of an owl. The second month is named after her, and begins the cycle of rainstorms and monsoons.

Erena, Goddess of Love
This goddess of love takes the form of a young woman. She is tall and has an hourglass build. She has gray hair worn in a style that resembles the rays of the sun. Her wide eyes are pine-green. She has shiny, olive colored skin. She is usually portrayed as wearing revealing clothes from deep reds and light pinks. She is portrayed as carrying the finest sweets. She inspires love in all she encounters. She sometimes takes the form of a dove. The third month is named after her, and marks the final month of planting. She symbolises birth and growth, of new tidings and maturity.

Limysus, God of the Sun
This forceful god of sunshine takes the form of a young man. He is very tall and has a wide-chested build. His eyes glow with the light of the sun. He has tan skin. His outfit is that of an artisan, and it is mostly yellow in color. His hair appears made out of strands of sunshine. He sometimes takes the form of a lion. The fourth month is named after him, and marks the beginning of the cycle of sun. He symbolizes endurance, and confidence.

Aohr, God of War
This sarcastic god of killing takes the form of a mature man. He has an elegant build. He is bald. His eyes are more like the eyeholes of a skull. He has silver skin. He is usually portrayed as wearing a suit of deadly armor in hues of black and red. He carries a garotte of barbed chain. He has a pair of demonic wings. He sometimes takes the form of a monster so hideous it causes people to die of fright. The fifth month is named after him. He symbolizes good fortune in combat and is the token god of Soldiers.

Idos, God of Doorways
This young god takes the form of a teenage boy. He is very short and has a graceful build. He has scruffy chestnut hair. His large eyes are bright blue. He has dark skin. His outfit is made from the finest of silks and velvets, and is that of a minstrel. He carries a lute. He can change, or create, any doorway so it leads to any other location. The sixth month is named after him, and marks the passage from the cycle of sun to the cycle of low sun. He symbolizes transition and mischief.

Ebius, Goddess of Life and Death
This goddess is said to take many forms of age, from that of a child, to a voluptuous lady, to a decrepit old woman. Thus, she is depicted in many styles, looks, and fashions. Her remain the only constant, with one pure white, and the other abyssal black. The seventh month if named after her, and symbolises creation and destruction, of all things. Ebius has the power over all creatures, and can both give, and take a creature’s life, or soul. Ebius is credited with the creation of humans, and beasts.

Dasona, Goddess of Snow
This goddess of snow takes the form of a mature woman. She has a curvy build. She has white hair worn in a loosely upon her shoulders. Her round eyes are amethyst. She has light-colored skin. Her outfit is made from a mysterious frozen liquid, and is that of a queen. She sometimes takes the form of a white tiger. The eight month is named after her and represents the cycle of snow.

Aulla, Goddess of Night
This goddess of the night and the lunar cycle takes the form of a young woman. She is very short and has a leggy build. She has slate-gray hair worn in a style that resembles a comet's trail. Her round eyes are black. She is usually portrayed as wearing an elaborate outfit that is mostly purple in color. She has tanned skin. She sometimes takes the form of a crow. She represents the end of all the cycles.

Major Gods

Minor Gods

Divines

Nylphi, The Divine of Archons
This Divine of Archons is depicted as a beautiful young elf, with leaf green hair worn in a style resembling a tree's foliage. She is tall and has a slender build. She has eyes that swirl with gold, silver, and white, resembling the chaotic nature of magic that brought her to ascension. She wears a cloak said to be made from the raw material of the universe itself, a visage of the cosmos swirls upon her robes. It is said that her soul fragmented, and that she is reborn a hundred times over, in a hundred different bodies, so that one day when the seal should crack, there would always be a means to reconstruct it. These people of great magical aptitude are called Nylphites, and are perhaps the most feared of the Magi. It is said that the power of a Nylphite is limitless, and that they can reach a state similar to their Divine, of ascendance, glowing with the radiant power of Nylphi herself.

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• Respect your GM: I will do my best to respect you, your feelings, and your opinions as long as you respect me, and the fact that this is my world. I do highly value opinions and ideas, and love when players help me expand, but this is not grounds to endlessly argue you point or go off on a tiff and try to get your way. I accept critique and input as long as it is done with relative courtesy. Also note, I reserve the right to change my mind.
  
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Calendar

Legend

(+) New Moon
(]+ Waxing Crescent
(] First Quarter
( Waxing Gibbous
- Full Moon
) Waning Gibbous
[) Third Quarter
+[) Waning Crescent
(+) New Moon

Year: 5127
Moons: Toth, Teith

Aagium

1 Sunddir (+) -
2 Moondir (+) -
3 Trydir (]+ - Aurora
4 Woddir (]+ -
5 Thundir (] - Evening star
6 Furdir (] )
7 Sathdir ( )

8 Sunddir ( )
9 Moondir - ) Morning star
10 Trydir - [)
11 Woddir ) [)
12 Thundir ) [)
13 Furdir [) [)
14 Sathdir [) [)

15 Sunddir +[) +[)
16 Moondir +[) +[)
17 Trydir (+) +[)
18 Woddir (+) +[) Fireball
19 Thundir (]+ (+) Morning star
20 Furdir (]+ (+)
21 Sathdir (] (+)

22 Sunddir (] (+)
23 Moondir ( (+)
24 Trydir ( (]+
25 Woddir - (]+
26 Thundir - (]+ Shooting star
27 Furdir ) (]+
28 Sathdir ) (] Shooting star

29 Sunddir [) (] Morning star
30 Moondir [) (] Comet appears
31 Trydir +[) (] Evening star
32 Woddir +[) (]
33 Thundir (+) (
34 Furdir (+) ( Shooting star
35 Sathdir (]+ (

36 Sunddir (]+ (

Tatunum

1 Moondir (] -
2 Trydir (] -
3 Woddir ( -
4 Thundir ( -
5 Furdir - -
6 Sathdir - )

7 Sunddir ) )
8 Moondir ) )
9 Trydir [) )
10 Woddir [) [) Evening star
11 Thundir +[) [) Meteor shower
12 Furdir +[) [)
13 Sathdir (+) [) Shooting star

14 Sunddir (+) [)
15 Moondir (]+ +[)
16 Trydir (]+ +[)
17 Woddir (] +[) Eclipse of Teith
18 Thundir (] +[)
19 Furdir ( (+)
20 Sathdir ( (+) Wanderers gather

21 Sunddir - (+)
22 Moondir - (+)
23 Trydir ) (+) Eclipse of Toth
24 Woddir ) (]+
25 Thundir [) (]+
26 Furdir [) (]+
27 Sathdir +[) (]+

28 Sunddir +[) (]
29 Moondir (+) (] Shooting star
30 Trydir (+) (]
31 Woddir (]+ (]
32 Thundir (]+ (]
33 Furdir (] ( Fireball
34 Sathdir (] ( Eclipse of Teith

35 Sunddir ( ( Morning star
36 Moondir ( (

Erenum

1 Trydir - -
2 Woddir - -
3 Thundir ) -
4 Furdir ) -
5 Sathdir [) -

6 Sunddir [) )
7 Moondir +[) ) Solar eclipse
8 Trydir +[) ) Shooting star
9 Woddir (+) ) Shooting star
10 Thundir (+) [)
11 Furdir (]+ [) Fireball
12 Sathdir (]+ [)

13 Sunddir (] [)
14 Moondir (] [)
15 Trydir ( +[)
16 Woddir ( +[) Morning star
17 Thundir - +[) Fireball
18 Furdir - +[) Aurora
19 Sathdir ) (+) Shooting star

20 Sunddir ) (+) Fireball
21 Moondir [) (+) Shooting star
22 Trydir [) (+)
23 Woddir +[) (+)
24 Thundir +[) (]+
25 Furdir (+) (]+
26 Sathdir (+) (]+

27 Sunddir (]+ (]+ Shooting star
28 Moondir (]+ (] Aurora
29 Trydir (] (]
30 Woddir (] (] Shooting star
31 Thundir ( (]
32 Furdir ( (] Fireball
33 Sathdir - (

34 Sunddir - (
35 Moondir ) ( Fireball
36 Trydir ) (

Limyum

1 Woddir [) - Evening star
2 Thundir [) -
3 Furdir +[) -
4 Sathdir +[) -

5 Sunddir (+) -
6 Moondir (+) ) Shooting star
7 Trydir (]+ )
8 Woddir (]+ ) Aurora
9 Thundir (] )
10 Furdir (] [)
11 Sathdir ( [)

12 Sunddir ( [)
13 Moondir - [)
14 Trydir - [)
15 Woddir ) +[) Evening star
16 Thundir ) +[)
17 Furdir [) +[)
18 Sathdir [) +[) Shooting star

19 Sunddir +[) (+)
20 Moondir +[) (+)
21 Trydir (+) (+)
22 Woddir (+) (+)
23 Thundir (]+ (+)
24 Furdir (]+ (]+
25 Sathdir (] (]+

26 Sunddir (] (]+
27 Moondir ( (]+ Meteor shower
28 Trydir ( (]
29 Woddir - (] Comet appears
30 Thundir - (]
31 Furdir ) (] Fireball
32 Sathdir ) (]

33 Sunddir [) (
34 Moondir [) ( Evening star
35 Trydir +[) (
36 Woddir +[) (

Aohrum

1 Thundir (+) - Aurora
2 Furdir (+) -
3 Sathdir (]+ -

4 Sunddir (]+ -
5 Moondir (] -
6 Trydir (] )
7 Woddir ( )
8 Thundir ( )
9 Furdir - )
10 Sathdir - [)

11 Sunddir ) [) Aurora
12 Moondir ) [) Wanderers gather
13 Trydir [) [)
14 Woddir [) [)
15 Thundir +[) +[)
16 Furdir +[) +[)
17 Sathdir (+) +[)

18 Sunddir (+) +[)
19 Moondir (]+ (+)
20 Trydir (]+ (+)
21 Woddir (] (+)
22 Thundir (] (+)
23 Furdir ( (+) Morning star
24 Sathdir ( (]+

25 Sunddir - (]+ Shooting star
26 Moondir - (]+ Shooting star
27 Trydir ) (]+
28 Woddir ) (]
29 Thundir [) (]
30 Furdir [) (]
31 Sathdir +[) (] Shooting star

32 Sunddir +[) (] Shooting star
33 Moondir (+) (
34 Trydir (+) (
35 Woddir (]+ (
36 Thundir (]+ (

Idosum

1 Furdir (] -
2 Sathdir (] -

3 Sunddir ( -
4 Moondir ( -
5 Trydir - -
6 Woddir - ) Shooting star
7 Thundir ) )
8 Furdir ) ) Morning star
9 Sathdir [) )

10 Sunddir [) [)
11 Moondir +[) [)
12 Trydir +[) [)
13 Woddir (+) [)
14 Thundir (+) [)
15 Furdir (]+ +[)
16 Sathdir (]+ +[) Morning star

17 Sunddir (] +[)
18 Moondir (] +[)
19 Trydir ( (+)
20 Woddir ( (+)
21 Thundir - (+)
22 Furdir - (+)
23 Sathdir ) (+)

24 Sunddir ) (]+
25 Moondir [) (]+
26 Trydir [) (]+
27 Woddir +[) (]+
28 Thundir +[) (]
29 Furdir (+) (]
30 Sathdir (+) (]

31 Sunddir (]+ (] Morning star
32 Moondir (]+ (]
33 Trydir (] (
34 Woddir (] (
35 Thundir ( (
36 Furdir ( ( Shooting star

Ebium

1 Sathdir - - Morning star

2 Sunddir - -
3 Moondir ) -
4 Trydir ) - Solar eclipse
5 Woddir [) -
6 Thundir [) ) Shooting star
7 Furdir +[) )
8 Sathdir +[) ) Aurora

9 Sunddir (+) )
10 Moondir (+) [) Aurora
11 Trydir (]+ [)
12 Woddir (]+ [) Morning star
13 Thundir (] [) Evening star
14 Furdir (] [) Shooting star
15 Sathdir ( +[)

16 Sunddir ( +[)
17 Moondir - +[)
18 Trydir - +[)
19 Woddir ) (+) Shooting star
20 Thundir ) (+)
21 Furdir [) (+)
22 Sathdir [) (+)

23 Sunddir +[) (+)
24 Moondir +[) (]+
25 Trydir (+) (]+
26 Woddir (+) (]+ Shooting star
27 Thundir (]+ (]+
28 Furdir (]+ (]
29 Sathdir (] (]

30 Sunddir (] (] Morning star
31 Moondir ( (]
32 Trydir ( (]
33 Woddir - ( Fireball
34 Thundir - (
35 Furdir ) (
36 Sathdir ) (

37 Sunddir [) - Shooting star
38 Moondir [) -
39 Trydir +[) - Morning star
40 Woddir +[) -
41 Thundir (+) -
42 Furdir (+) )
43 Sathdir (]+ )

44 Sunddir (]+ ) Shooting star
45 Moondir (] ) Fireball
46 Trydir (] [)
47 Woddir ( [)
48 Thundir ( [)

Dasonum

1 Furdir - [)
2 Sathdir - [)

3 Sunddir ) +[)
4 Moondir ) +[)
5 Trydir [) +[)
6 Woddir [) +[)
7 Thundir +[) (+)
8 Furdir +[) (+) Fireball
9 Sathdir (+) (+)

10 Sunddir (+) (+)
11 Moondir (]+ (+) Morning star
12 Trydir (]+ (]+
13 Woddir (] (]+ Shooting star
14 Thundir (] (]+
15 Furdir ( (]+
16 Sathdir ( (] Evening star

17 Sunddir - (] Comet appears
18 Moondir - (] Shooting star
19 Trydir ) (]
20 Woddir ) (]
21 Thundir [) (
22 Furdir [) (
23 Sathdir +[) ( Shooting star

24 Sunddir +[) (
25 Moondir (+) -
26 Trydir (+) -
27 Woddir (]+ -
28 Thundir (]+ -
29 Furdir (] -
30 Sathdir (] ) Shooting star

31 Sunddir ( ) Shooting star
32 Moondir ( )
33 Trydir - )
34 Woddir - [)
35 Thundir ) [) Shooting star
36 Furdir ) [) Shooting star
37 Sathdir [) [)

38 Sunddir [) [)
39 Moondir +[) +[) Shooting star
40 Trydir +[) +[)
41 Woddir (+) +[)
42 Thundir (+) +[)
43 Furdir (]+ (+) Shooting star
44 Sathdir (]+ (+) Shooting star

45 Sunddir (] (+)
46 Moondir (] (+)
47 Trydir ( (+)
48 Woddir ( (]+

Aullum

1 Thundir - (]+
2 Furdir - (]+ Morning star
3 Sathdir ) (]+ Aurora

4 Sunddir ) (] Wanderers gather
5 Moondir [) (]
6 Trydir [) (] Shooting star
7 Woddir +[) (]
8 Thundir +[) (]
9 Furdir (+) ( Morning star
10 Sathdir (+) (

11 Sunddir (]+ ( Shooting star
12 Moondir (]+ (
13 Trydir (] -
14 Woddir (] -
15 Thundir ( - Solar eclipse
16 Furdir ( -
17 Sathdir - - Meteor shower

18 Sunddir - )
19 Moondir ) ) Evening star
20 Trydir ) ) Morning star
21 Woddir [) )
22 Thundir [) [)
23 Furdir +[) [) Aurora
24 Sathdir +[) [) Fireball

25 Sunddir (+) [)
26 Moondir (+) [)
27 Trydir (]+ +[)
28 Woddir (]+ +[) Shooting star
29 Thundir (] +[)
30 Furdir (] +[)
31 Sathdir ( (+)

32 Sunddir ( (+)
33 Moondir - (+) Comet appears
34 Trydir - (+)
35 Woddir ) (+)
36 Thundir ) (]+
37 Furdir [) (]+ Solar eclipse
38 Sathdir [) (]+ Shooting star

39 Sunddir +[) (]+ Meteor shower
40 Moondir +[) (]
41 Trydir (+) (]
42 Woddir (+) (] Meteor shower
43 Thundir (]+ (] Wanderers gather
44 Furdir (]+ (]
45 Sathdir (] ( Aurora

46 Sunddir (] (
47 Moondir ( ( Morning star
48 Trydir ( (

[Syben]

Map of Aspharia

Geo Map

Territory Map

Clean Map

Travel Estimations

By Foot

Estimations of Miles per day by foot, at reasonable travel, without magical assistance, for a ten hour day of travel not including stops, rest, or meals. The average human walks about 2.5 miles per hour. These estimations are based upon that.

On Roads / trails
Level or rolling terrain: 25
Hilly terrain: 19
Mountainous terrain: 13

Off-Road (or unkempt trails etc)
Level/rolling grasslands: 19
Hilly grasslands: 16
Level/rolling forest/thick scrub: 13
Very hilly forest/thick scrub: 9

Un-blazed Mountain passes: 6

Assumptions
An average citizen in good condition.
Roads and trails are in good condition and up kept by whatever local authority deals with them.
Weather is good to fair, and travelers are moving for around ten hours a day.

Notes
Halve these distances for anyone pulling a cart or carrying a heavy load.
Add half again for specially trained citizens, like rangers, scouts and messengers, etc.

Poor weather such as heavy rain or wind should reduce distances by about one quarter, and very poor conditions like heavy snow or gale force winds, etc.. should reduce distances by at least half if not more.

Finding a place to ford a small river or swimming across a larger river should knock a couple of miles off the day’s journey, other unique obstacles might have a similar reduction. If the obstacle takes half an hour to deal with that is a couple of miles lost.

Horseback

Estimations of Miles per day by horseback, at reasonable travel, without magical assistance, for a ten hour day of travel not including stops, rest, or meals. The average horse walks around 4 miles per hour. These estimations are based upon that.

On Roads / trails
Level or rolling terrain: 40
Hilly terrain: 30
Mountainous terrain: 20

Off-Road (or unkempt trails etc)
Level/rolling grasslands: 30
Hilly grasslands: 25
Level/rolling forest/thick scrub: 20
Very hilly forest/thick scrub: 15

Un-blazed Mountain passes: 10

Assumptions
An average quality horse, of a breed suitable for riding, conditioned for overland travel and in good condition.
Roads and trails are in good condition and up kept by whatever local authority deals with them.
Weather is good to fair, and travelers are riding for around ten hours a day.

Notes
Halve these distances for a horse pulling a cart or for a very heavily laden horse (e.g. a fully armoured knight who insists on wearing his armour all day rather than having it stowed on a second baggage horse as would be normal!).

Add half again for specially trained horses and riders who are prepared to push hard (rangers, scouts and messangers, etc...) though do bear in mind that horses cannot be pushed like this for more than a few days at a time. You can add a bit more again to this distance if the breed of horse is exceptionally suitable for this sort of thing, but I’d say 2 to 2.5 times the base is the absolute maximum without some sort of magical assistance!

Poor weather such as heavy rain or wind should reduce distances by about one quarter, and very poor conditions like heavy snow or gale force winds, etc.. should reduce distances by at least half if not more.

Finding a place to ford a small river or swimming your horse across a larger river should knock a couple of miles off the day’s journey, other unique obstacles might have a similar reduction. (as a guide remember a horse walks at around 4 miles per hour (compared to a human average of around 2.5 - 3mph) so if the obstacle takes half an hour to deal with thats a couple of miles lost.

_{Credits to "fifty" of cartographer's guild}

[Syben]

The Theory of the Nylphites

It was said during the darkest period of man's legacy, the years following The Shattering, that there were... perhaps a select few chosen by Arch Magus Nylphi after her ascension. Chosen not because of their skill, morals, heritage, or fortune, but for reasons unbeknownst to we, the more common folk. Divines work in mysterious ways, and the Gods even more so than that. It'd be impossible to try to foresee their plans or ideals, for even the world's greatest diviners can only glimpse at but the tiniest fragments of our fate. These Nylphites are beings of incredible power, and yet, this is not limited to those who can wield the source, or harness essence. No, it goes beyond those fortunate enough to feel the vibrations of that which makes up the human soul, far beyond the frail lines that hold our dimension together, beyond the rawest lines of the universe.

When the world became rife with famine, disease, and darkness. Even as the world shattered and the hole between realities was sealed, effectively stemming the unstoppable flow of void beasts that poured across ours lands, many problems and challenges remained. Who would defeat the monsters already devouring our lands? Who would band the people together and turn them from base desires into a higher purpose, one of rebuilding and reforming civilization and all of its wonders? Perhaps Nlyphi foresaw these problems, in the last second of her life, perhaps that moment was an eternity of thought. It is rumored that rather fade out completely, she split apart her own soul and scattered it, though there is naught a single source to back up this theory. Did she dust herself across the patterns of time, to surface when she deemed it most necessary? Or, instead are the fragments joined with our very souls, to be passed down through the ages, to fade in and out of the world's view? Forever to be but rumor and speculation?

Nylphites, should we ever be graced with their presence, are beings to be both revered, and feared. There is no divine hand to guide such a person bestowed with the gift of Nylphi, each path is to whom walks it and heavenly intervention has always remained subtle. Yet, how do you face a man that can swing a blade with the force enough to crack the earth until fire spews from its bowels? Who can stop a man that can bring columns of wind so fierce as to tear the very armor from your body? Some, rumored to be more subtle in their ways. Stories and legends of people who could divine the future, see entire chapters of a person's life; Of druids and forest kin who could reach into the mind and bodies of a man, and stitch him together from the inside out without ever moving their hands. Such tales a purely fantastical at best. There are no known recordings of such a person, but it does breed a certain train of thought. A collection of thoughts that only lead to what if, and could it be possible?

It is said that these persons, perfectly hidden among us, can reach such a state as to channel the very essence of Nylphi herself, harnessing the power of the hundred mages that lost their lives to save ours all those years ago. Glowing with a divine light, completely enshrouded in a cloak made of the very illumination given from the sun. Soaked in a smokey mire of blackness, resembling the very void itself. Or the graceful light of the moon, glowing softly. The reflection of their soul, as it's told around many nomadic campfires. I've encountered many folk tales and legends, yet they all seem to agree on one point: May the Mother help us if we can not control them.

Brief Overview of Technological-Magic Advancements

Note

For all other technologies, assume standard fantasy tech levels, IE; Wind- and watermills, catapults, tumbler locks, swords and arrows, battering rams, torches and animal-fat candles, or the rarer oil lanterns, iron and steel smithing, etc. There is a system of dry plumbing, basically holes, or "poop chutes" that lead to said holes, in the ground that lead to a sewer.

• Runic Shackles: A specially designed and inscribed pair of shackles that negate any, and all magic. This includes other materials or objects affected by magic touching the shackle. It absorbs magic and, provided too much, will grow hotter as magic is fed into it, yet it will never melt or break under the duress of magic.
  
• Mage Lights:Little orbs of light contained inside a latern-esque glass device, mountable on walls or held from the hand. It's basically an effective, low-energy enchanted lantern. The orbs can be set to different colors, and any common citizen could activate them once the mage light is created. Most use a runic symbol, enchanted and engrave on the lantern, that siphons the required energy from whomever touches it. It takes little energy and a commoner could light a hundred of them before feeling the strain. The longer the rune is held, the brighter it glows. There is typically a null rune on the opposite sight that dims, or turns off, the mage light.

[Syben]

Sakiah Kywen

W.I.P

O:6 D:0 S:4

Sakiah's Soul State

Modified Appearance: (Must be focused around a single color or characteristic (IE: Visage of Sunlight would shine like the sun and use yellows, oranges, reds, and bright whites. Or you could just be abyssal black ), different hues are allowed (including white and black, as they are hues of all colors)(Soul States should have characteristics like being mostly one color and tone, glowing, shadowy or smokey, watery, spikes, animalistic, etc. Think of like an elemental (humanoid or beast-esque) form.)

Modified Skills:

Name: Sakiah Kywen Chu'manah
Alias: "Robin Denholme" , "Fire Walker", "Ignis Porta"
Appeared Age: Early Twenties
Actual Age: Twenty-Three
Nationality: Tribal - Chu'Mana
Race: Kelpi
Sex: Female
Height: 5'2
Weight: 120 lbs (approx.)
Eye Color: Light Gold
Hair Color: Platinum White
Physical Identifiers

Appearance:

Biography

Residence: Corhall Slave Mines
Profession: Slave Miner
Aligned Faction: Chu'Manah
Social Status: Slave
Military Status: None
Other Status: Nylphite
Relatives: N/A

Starting Gear:

• N/A

Offensive Skills:

• "Fire Walker": Sakiah has command over fire, but only that which she creates. Fires that are indirectly started she has no control over either. The generation of fire is directly linked to her life force, and exercising this power takes its toll directly on her. Though she is able to cast moderately before feeling the side effects. Unlike other fire mages, Sakiah's fire burns brighter, losing most its color and becoming more of a vivid, saturated white. Additionally this fire can only be generated from her hands.
• "Conflagration": Sakiah's ability to manifest fire may only stem from her hands, but it can envelop whatever she is holding. Lethally, if she wills it.

Defensive Skills:

• "Attunement": While not completely immune, Sakiah is considerably more resistance to natural fire. Though, resisting the effects of a natural blaze takes a certain amount of willpower, and effects her body much the same way casting her magic does.

Utility Skills:

Weaknesses:

• "Extinguished": Water is a direct counter to Sakiah, and will interupt, if not prevent, her ability to manifest fire depending on how wet she is. This leaves her especially vulnerable during a rainstorm. A caster who harnesses the element of water will not immediately counter her, but will instead turn it into a battle of endurance and resolve. Drinking water will cause minor disturbances to her powers.
• "Volatile": Due to the turbulent nature of fire itself, at times Sakiah has difficulty controlling her power. Typically, in such a way that she cannot stop it's manifestation. This is really effected by her emotions, and only occurs during extreme emotional states.
• "Pent up": The volatile nature of her powers doesn't seem so bad, until you couple it with the fact that her life as been a living, emotional hell and has left her more than physical scars. Unless in shackles, few take the pleasure of her unstable company for long. She's a combustion bomb waiting to explode, waiting to be set off from memories of her own violent past.

[Syben]

The Beginning

The sky was bathed in swathes of red and orange as Limysus pulled the sun from its perch in the sky to give way for Aulla's two boons, Toth and Teith, both of which were but pale shades visible against the blazing sunset. Yet, such a sight was missed by many who lived on the peaks of The Broken Range, or the Caelum Petram as it was known to the Chu'manah. The tribes were littered across the mountains in the earlier time of man and its rebirth after The Shattering. They lived in relative peace until the world began to reform it's society and culture, leaving no place for such a proud, yet roughly cultured people. Soon, the sands of time began to wipe away the legacy of an aging tribe. Facing the ocean, the last of the Chu'manah nestled themselves away in a secluded alove seemingly cut into the face of the mountain.

Here, on the gentle bottom slope a roughly sewn animal hide tent set upon the light sands of the beach a woman's screams echoed across the crashing waves, strained cries from the throws of labor. The mother, Ankhi, leaned back into the loving embrace of Tuiwei Kywen, the parents of the yet unnamed baby painfully worming its way from within its mother. Tuiwei smiled, brushing the sweat-matted hair of his wife from her head, "Ankhi," he cooed, "You are so very strong, our child will be beautiful."

Ankhi squeezed his hand in response, her tear stricken face scrunched together in pain, "The baby is strong," she wheezed, smiling, "Just like the father." Tuiwei smiled, his heart warmed by his wife's humor even during such a challenging trial. The minutes turned to hours and finally the baby came forth and choked down its first breath of air.

The Shaman cradled the baby in her arms, looking at the two parents before her, "It is a girl," she stated, passing the baby into the arms of her mother. Ankhi kissed the baby's forehead, as did Tuiwei, before passing her into the arms of Ankhi's mother, tradition dictating that the mother of the mother name the baby. Malikma, Ankhi's mother, rose from her position kneeling next to her daughter. She held the baby gingerly, meeting the gaze of two tiny golden eyes. With a swift cut, Tuiwei seperated child from mother and Malikma turned to gaze upon the land.

Before her the sky bled. Limysus rode across the sky, slowly trailing ribbons of deep red, bright orange, and brilliant yellow, painting the setting of the Sun with the brilliance of its rays. A reflection of the scene glittered from the calming ocean waves, as if the water had chosen to walk, rather than run to the shore. The backdrop of the two pale moons set against the harsher color gave the moons the appearance of glittering, almost as such as the baby's eyes. It was then that Malikma knew, and the words fell from the elder shaman's lips in a hushed whisper, "Ignis.. Ambu'leh," she paused, "Fire walker."

The years passed by as baby grew into child. Most nights, the great fire in the center of the village was prone to the boisterous laughter of the child echoed across the rock and sand. There were not many her age, births being far and few between, yet this did not bother the child. Rarely the smile fell from her face, the joy and livelihood of such a young age leaving her free from the stress of living in the world. The men would travel miles to hunt in the Wilden Woods, but Ignis Ambu'leh would only know laughter and play, until the time was ripe for her to become a woman.

As a child, she was always drawn to her grandmother's ways, that of the Elder Shaman. Even at such a young age, she would find time from her fantasies and activites to watch Malikma teach the younger Shaman's how to create a certain poultice, or a brew to cure stomach aches, and many other ancient remedies handed down through the ages. Though interest never stuck long with Ignis, and she never really gleaned any real information, Malikma saw in her the next great Shaman. Perhaps, Malikma would think to herself, Ignis would be the one to break the cycle of curse, and bring back the powers of the Chu'manah bloodline. It had been nearly twenty years before anyone had been born with any latent magical ability. Though there were those that could be taught, their ability to harness the essence of the land were minimal at best. Unfortunately, the last great Shaman, one who could tear lightning from the sky itself, died not long ago at the tender, cocky age of his late twenties. Malikma had great hopes for her granddaughter, but those hopes always lay silent behind old, sparkling eyes.

Ignis learned many things as a child growing up in the Chu'manah way, yet nearly all of her learning centered around survival and remembering the past. The other women of the camp took a fond liking to Ignis, but it was the Chu'manah way that everybody pitch in with the proper raising of a Kelpi child. Even as she played with the other, if a bit older, kids she was learning morales and how to get along in life with the soul in balance. She learned how to cook and properly clean an animal so that each of its parts were usable in some fashion, from the ears to the hooves. From there she learned sewing and leather working, all things centered around benefitting the tribe.

[Syben]

The Ritual

By the time Ignis was old enough to begin understanding the complexities of life, she had also begun to blossom into a woman. Yet, still only in her thirteenth crest, but already garnering attention from the older boys. It wasn't that she began to develop the curves and shapes of other girls, it was something deeper inside her. Something raw, something more tantalizing than the brief urges of lust and love. Malikma had been the first to see it, all those years ago upon the Day of Naming, but the wise old shaman had kept such suspicions to herself, or stir potentially false hope within her people.

It was a fateful night, when both Teith and Toth were absent from the sky, that an eerie glow settled over the village. Brilliantly white, and seeming to emit from a central location, the tribe members slowly left their beds and followed the source of the glow. A crowd quickly gathered around the wide tent of the great hunter Tuiwei, and his loving wife. They murmured and whispered to themselves as the stood outside the tent, the hides of animals glowing with the intensity of the moons themselves. But inside the tent, there was chaos.

"What is happening to her!" Ankhi cried, cradling the spasming form of her daughter in her arms.

"It is Limysus, he seeks to break the curse holding our tribe," Malikma responded calmly, streams of smoke spluttering from the incense pots around her. A high, rumbling hum gathered in Malikma's throat as she began a prayer chant. Quickly the hum rose into a dull crescendo as the people gathered outside took to their knees and joined in on the prayer. Tuiwei squeezed his wife's shoulders, as they both looked on in awe. Yet, Their hearts seized as Ignis convulsed violently, a shrill scream uttering from her lips following by a blinding column of hot, white fire. Her eyes flew open, filled with the same balze, and soon the tent was falling in flaming pieces around them. Her skin grew hot to the touch, and Ankhi was forced to release her only child as her hands blistered and burned.

Still the chant continued, the loose pebbles on the earth vibrating with the intensity of such an ancient ritual. It is said that every man and woman has the power to influence the essence, and such a statement seemed true this night. Ignis rose from the ground, her body shrouded in white flame, her screams defeaned by the roar of the prayer chant. Somewhere a tempo of hand drums started, giving the eerie chant a thumping percussion. And just as quickly as it had begun, it stopped.

Ignis fell to the ground, the power fading from her. Her skin was bright pink, and tender, washed in the intensity of her magic coming to fruition. Yet she seemed to glow, remaining always warm, if not hot, to the touch. Malikma cried openly, cradling the child in her arms as Ankhi and Tuiwei stared, speechless. "Does this mean..." Tuiwei began, his eyes watering as they turned to Malikma for guidance.

The oldest member of the tribe cleared her throat, raw and sore from event, "Look, Tuiwei, into her eyes." He did, closely watching the golden eyes of his daughter. Ignis' eyelids fluttered, and underneath her golden eyes glowed brightly, as if mimicking the sun itself. It was beautiful. "She has been given the gift of Limysus, a fragment of his power of the sun. She has been given it's fire," even as Malikma spoked, she passed her hand over the child. She could feel the vibrations within her, the steady hum of magic coursing through her veins.

Malikma smiled, hope for her people swelling within her breast as she offered a prayer of thanks to the gods above. Yet, to outside eyes, it could almost appear as if it had been the ritual itself that had instilled power into the young child. At least, that is the rumor that passed from the lips of a simple, desperate hunter, to the softer, more supple lips of the nobles. Lips that concealed a silver tongue dripping with greed, and desire. To the discolored lips of a low standing house. To a tiefling long with desire. From then on, the child bore the name Sakiah, or Sky.

[Syben]

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Sakiah Kywen

The Corhall Slave Mines

_{1st Sunddir, Aagium, 127th Crest, 5th Cycle}

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The ardent rays of the sun cast down a wave of heat upon those gathered around the clearing just before the yawing mouth of the Corhall Slave Mine. The shimmering rays were of such extent that those enlisted to protect such a place had already shed down to the bare minimum of required dress. Red tunics sewn with the Paedatorian Crest flittered about in the tiny breeze carried across the barest edge of The Vagrant's Run. Hard leather boots stamped impatiently at the earth, followed by a crescendo of slapping hands and shouted obscenities. For within the mortar and stone walls of the mine, a rousing event was taking place. A slave, to be punished by whip under the scorching sun. A ludicrous attempt at escape, though the city of Corhall would never here of it. To talk about escape alone was punishable. Whilst not impossible, for a slave to leave the mines of his own will is such a rare thing that all talk of it is but barely rumor and speculation.

The audible crack of a whip resounded out above the chorus of soldiers as the taskmaster whirled his tool in the air. He had chosen something special for this occasion. The sun was strong and the guards were tiring quickly. This one was his baby, a braided black beauty of cured leather, and it would serve just fine for raising morale. But most importantly, it was garnished with a tempered steel tip, one that was sure to rouse the sun beaten rabble of the guards into a spree of mirth and ruthlessness. For these slaves were less than the dog that begged from the darkest corners of cobbled city streets. Hell, the dirt he spat upon was probably worth more for its weight than one of these filthy, treasonous animals. Even now the soldiers stationed to guard the mine's perimeter were stirring with such excitement that the heaven's themselves trembled against their collective voice.

He cracked the whip again, smiling as the slaves blessed enough to be in the light of the sun trembled in fear. They seemed to pick up their pace at the very thought of punishment, despite being tied to the large posts of the ore mill. The slow grind of rock was merely a soft percussion as the taskmaster approached his victim, kneeling in the hot, dry earth. The slave was bare but for a few tattered garments, which the taskmaster had so graciously gifted. It always proved a better show to see the slave's clothing torn to tattered, bloody shreds. The voice of the onlookers rose to a deafening roar as his arm cocked back, the steel tip of the whip slithering through the dirt. Before him the slave tensed, yet the chains and shackles bolted to the whipping post did not rattle. This only made him sneer, this one would be fun to break.

Two Hours Earlier

"There you see?" A rugged, filthy woman pointed out. Sakiah barely turned her head as she looked. It was barely light out, the pale gray of the sky only just giving way to the bright fiery ball of fury that was the sun. The heat was quickly rising, and unfortunately Sakiah and her friend, Amina, had moved close to the mouth of the mine. Far enough inside as to barely be seen, but close enough to see out. She set her eyes upon the truth of Amina's earlier claim, and sure enough the guards were shedding their heavier metal plates for lighter, airier leather. Leather that was much easier to puncture.

"So what do you think?" Amina asked, her back turned to Sakiah as they both laboriously chipped away at the hard rock of the mountain. Sakiah's mind worked furiously, but she had her doubts. Since been sentenced to this mine she had tried tirelessly to leave. Yet, her plots and schemes just weren't enough to break through the fortified walls of the slave mines. Yet, with each attempt she was learning more about the inner workings. Things she hadn't been privy to upon entry as it had been specifically ordered that she wear a burlap sack over her head the entire journey. Yet, it didn't take a genius to figure out where she was. The sun, the mountain, and the shear scale of the area itself could have only been one place. The one place she dreaded ending up. The largest slave mining operation on this side of The Broken Range. And even if she did escape, there were still a hundred miles of forest between her and escape. It seemed hopeless.

"It could work," Sakiah replied, listening to the sharp intake of breath from her partner in chains behind her. She knew Amina dreamt of freedom, but Sakiah worried it would make her reckless. Or worse, traitorous. The guards were not above rewarding slaves who disposed of their comrades. It was never as sweet as the taste of freedom, but being a servant and a whore was a much appreciated position to the one they found themselves in now. Deep in the rock, smelling of sweat and urine.

"When?" Amina queried, already her voice shaking with excitement.

Sakiah offered up a silent prayer to the gods before she spoke, "We must find Rook."

Amina nodded, and together they slunk off into the darkness. It was a short distance to where Rook preferred to mine, but it was mostly traveled hunched over and done in small steps due to shackled ankles. The winding cavern had been a labyrinth to Sakiah when she had first arrived. Unbeknownst to her, she had spent nearly a full crest within the darkened walls. Nine months to learn the paths, the people, and the quota. It hadn't been easy, especially in her frail and broken state, but she had survived thus far.

Rook sat perched upon a large flat rock, his bare chest heavings. Even in the low light Sakiah could see he had many more scars than she did, and he wore them with pride. Every puckered slash a badge of honor to him. He was a brute of a man, and the two tiny tusks jutting from his lower lip marked him as part Orc. His red eyes turned towards the sounds of Sakiah's approach.

"I can smell the stench of a Full-Blood," He sneered, rising to his full nine foot height. His chains rattled, from wrist to waist, and down to his leg and ankles. He was laidened down with the heaviest chains they had, and yet he seemed to wear them as lightly as a coat of bird feather's. The guards feared him, everybody feared him. Except for Sakiah.

Sakiah rose up into Rook's hollowed out cavern, "It's Saki," she said, identifying herself by Rook's pet name for her. A great bellow issued forth as Rook laughed, his sneer becoming a smile.

"Ah, Saki!" He roared heartily, "I thought you dead, had not seen you in days."

Sakiah chuckled, for a half-orc and slave, Rook was surprisingly well cultured in the common tongue. Though, he hadn't always liked her. Upon her arrival here she had been the victim of many quarrels. Everybody wanted a piece of her, especially once they laid eyes upon the runic carvings of her shackles. A mage without powers was a prime target for abuse. Yet, for some ungodly reason even she didn't know, the massive half-orc took a liking to her. Though she questioned him one day, he swore it was not sexual. Claiming his massive girth would tear her tiny body in two. Still, she had declined his offer for protection. She was born screaming and kicking, and that was exactly how she planned to die.

"Sorry Rook, I had plans," She replied sheepishly, perhaps she could have visited more. They used to mine together often, him laughing at her as she cried. 'Why you cry tiny one? To make the earth softer?' Rook had asked, absolutely puzzled to her plight. She had tried to explain the recent events of her life to him but he had only replied with, 'You think only you have rough life? We all have stories, but you must remain strong. Our paths are already written and all we must do is follow, it is easy. Be strong like Rook, or die like tiny human.'. He wasn't an exactly elegant man, but he did make good points. He had helped her be strong, taught her to lock away her demons.

"Ah! Plans, I hear tiny Saki tried to run, that your back is still wet from punishment," This seemed to amuse him greatly.

"Plans within plans my friend!" She claimed, "I have learned all I need to leave this wretched place. You could come if you want."

Rook tilted his head in thought, chewing the idea over. "Hm," he pondered, "Surely they would kill me."

"Perhaps, but that would prove just enough distraction for me to get away," She jested.

Rook laughed, his muscles rippling with the vibrations of the rumble he gave off, "Hah! Saki's plan sucks." Sakiah laughed with him, and Amina stood awkwardly as she usually did in meetings such as this. The half-orc terrified the older woman.

"What do you really need Saki? My vision is not as poor that I cannot see the furrow of your brow."

Saki smiled softly, raising her shackled hands up. He looked at her, all lines and edges, "You will get yourself killed."

"No, Rook. This is it, the final plan. I won't die in these mines, I'd rather die out there on the baking earth."

Rook frowned, the gesture distorted by his small tusks, "I will miss Little Saki, do not forget Rook, yes?"

She nodded, a wetness welling up in the corner of her eyes as he reached forward. They had discussed this many times, and it was really only a possibility, but there was no other way. These shackles did not have a simple key lock, but a complex puzzle tumbler, where a simple turn would not suffice. Rook had managed to tear his way free from his shackles once, despite being nearly killed for the effort. Sakiah was hoping he could do the same for her, without breaking her arms and legs. Her body tense as he wrapped his massive paws around either edge of the shackle, "Are you ready Saki?" She took a deep breath, before nodding.

Two Hours Later

Sakiah's entire body felt like it was on fire. Dressed in rags beneath the sun, her entire body felt burned. Such a feeling was not typical for her, as she'd never suffered a sunburn since her powers had awakened. Yet, the guards must have had a detailed report on her. For the past hour somebody had regularly dumped a bucket of water on her, unknowingly countering her resistance to the sun and leaving her skin vulnerable to the point of steaming. She refused to scream, to cry out. The burning of her flesh was not enough to break her, not for their amusement. Even now, as she grit her teeth, she knew such a thought was useless. She could here the slow steps of the man wielding the whip behind her, the crack in the air as she tried to get a rise out of her. She failed to oblige. She stared ahead, nearly boring holes into Amina with her gaze. Amina, who currently looked like a thief caught stealing bread as she stood next to her patron guard. Taken into his service as servant and whore.

Her thoughts discarded from her mind violently as her back exploded into a pain she hadn't felt before. The tip of the whip was solid, and dug deep gouges into her skin. Now, she did scream, a high and blood curdling pitch. The guards became frenzied as the whip met her skin again, flaying the already red and inflamed skin open. A rivulet of blood arced from her to splatter on the ground, steaming as it settled into the earth. Another lash, and Sakiah felt she would die of asphyxiation first. She could hardly wheeze in a breath before he struck her again and the awful, ear splitting sound fell from her mouth. She looked on at Amina with eyes watering from the agony of the whip. Another lash, another bone-chilling scream, except this time nobody heard the cries of the guard falling before Amina.

She looked out across the open dirt, a wild look in her eye as she wielded her shackles as a weapon, courtesy of Rook's efforts. She swung the rune engraved shackles at the nearest guard, cracking his skull straight through his thin leather cap. Sakiah offered thanks to Limysus for the intensity of his boon today. Now, a few guards took notice and turned towards the wild slave. Amina snarled, her olive skin glistening under a sheen of sweat as she swung out again, tearing a sword from the grasp of a thin and lanky looking soldier. She quickly picked it up and growled as she swung her two weapons wildly. Somewhere a swirling boulder of earth had been summoned, and it was on a direct course for Amina.

She spun wildly, smashing the runic shackles into the boulder and instantly dissipating the boulder into a pile of loose dirt and dust. The haze created a perfect covered as she moved between the stunned and coughing guards. She fought with all the desperation that this plan offered her. Another rock soared into the cloud of dust and it too exploded into a hazy cloud. As the dust settled over Sakiah, she didn't even know who to thank for the luck of an earth mage being present. Suddenly the single clash of swords turned into a tumultuous wash of sound as the other slaves began to realize what was happening. By now Amina should have acquired the key and begun to release the slaves from the grinding mill. She waited, patiently. Her vision obscured by thick clouds of dust, but she listened. All around her metal clashed and people screamed, and she remained chained and bleeding to the whipping post.

The minutes ticked by, and it seemed Sakiah's plan had fallen apart. She had given Amina the runic shackles, knowing that they could easily be opened once Rook had broken the locks. Unfortunately, Sakiah could not break free of the whipping post herself, but she feared Amina had chosen to see Sakiah's plan through and make a break for herself. Perhaps skirting some of the danger of trying to start a riot. The sounds around her began to fade from a thundering battle to a quiet, finer skirmish. One of precision and skill, one that sounded of the guards retaining control. Sakiah felt her will beginning to fade, the tremendous pain from her back was starting to override her adrenaline. Soon she was shaking from it, feeling utterly foolish and helpless. A hand laid itself upon her shoulder, and she looked up with hope. Before her stood the man who had held the whip, his face bleeding where he had been struck.

"I recognize you now you little cunt," He sneered, his eyes sparkling with fury, "You-" His gruff voice cut off as a pair of pale gray hands wrapped around his throat, crushing his windpipe with the ease only a half-orc could produce. Sakiah looked up as the face of Rook appeared before her, "Tiny Saki, your plan sucks," he said. Neither of them chuckled however. In a different circumstance Sakiah would have been astonished to see the green washed from Rook's skin into a sickly gray from his years in the mines. Now, he was risking his life for her's and that weighed heavily on her. With a mighty roar Rook clasped his hands together, forming a single massive fist as he swung down onto the whipping post. The thick timber bream splintered from the first strike, and shattered on the second.

Sakiah stood as the post fell to pieces, and with it the brackets and chains that held her down. Now, the pain dulled to the back of her mind as she looked about the haze and dust before her. A gust ripped through the clearing, creating a vacuum that sucked all of the dust from the air. Now looking on with clarity, Sakiah looked at the numbers before her. All around the smooth dirt patch, the bloodied bodies of slaves littered the ground. Even Amina, one hand still outstretched as if she could reach Sakiah. Few guards had actually fallen to the point of not getting back up, and most of them looked to have been standing in Amina's path. Sakiah offered a prayer for the soul of the fallen desert warrior, hoping that in death she would rejoin her people.

A magi stood between her and the gate, dressing in flowing robes of deep reds and brilliant golds. And between them, a large gathering of soldiers. Sakiah drew a ragged breath, "Thank you Rook, but I fear we meet our ends together." This caused the Half-orc to chuckle, "Remove such thoughts little Saki, for I brought friends." Sakiah quirked an eyebrow at the half-orc, before looking around the clearing. Behind her stood a silent army of apparitions with haunted eyes. Most still shackled, and many wielding rusted picks or large rocks. "Maker's Breath Rook, how did you rally them?"

He laughed once more, loudly and full of excitement, "I was a leader, once." Before she could question him further his dark amber eyes turned a bloodied red, and he roared with such ferocity that the slaves rallied forth with their own ragged screams. And then the world erupted into chaos. Instantly a blast of razor wind tore through one side of the charging slaves, lacerating entire rows of them at a time with hundreds of jagged cuts. Another blast of wind whipped by Sakiah and the screams of the slaves on either side of her spurred her into action. Just as the wind magi raised his hands for another blow Sakiah whirled, the white hot fire gathering in her hand and leaving in a blazing missile.

The magi remained composed as he thrust his hands outwards, a tornado of air spiraling from his finger tips. The unnatural wind whipped spun violently as it engulfed the fireball. Sakiah sneered, sweat flying from her body as she hurled another volley. The magi gestured to either side, flinging her attacks into the outlying buildings with reckless abandon. Fires began to start, but they were left to burn as the small garrison of skilled soldiers faced the much larger, and much weaker army. Even as she fought the stronger magi, Sakiah could see the slaves who had retained their skills of battle fighting valiantly, yet they would be helpless against what she assumed was an elder wizard.

She danced around the wizard's attack as a crescent shaped slice of air ripped through the earth towards her. She juked the opposite direction as another blade of air rocketed past her. She was quickly wearing down, having been out of practice so long. She looked around for Rook, silently hoping he would come to help her, but he was currently engaged with a soldier wearing an absurd amount of plate armor and a rather ridiculously rized full moon axe. A razor sharp blast of air tore past her, leaving a large slice across her stomach. She howled in pain and fury, returning her distracted thoughts to the fight at hand.

The wizard paused in his onslaught, but only for a moment as his arm became whirling funnels of air. The blast hit Sakiah full force in the face, to the point where she had to actually lean into the gale to keep her balance. The rush of wind threatened to rob her of her breath. She collapsed to her knees as a barrage of crescent wind slammed into her body, opening up her flesh from her collarbone to her hip. She couldn't even cry out in pain as the wizard's power began sliding her back towards the mouth of the cave. Another gash opened on her arm as an invisible attack sliced past her. The sides of her vision turned dim as blackness encroached, threatening to overwhelm her as she struggled to breath. And then suddenly, it was over.

Sakiah struggled to her feet, gasping for breath. Ahead of her the wizard twitched, face down in the dirt and muffled by a puddle of his own blood. Rook looked fearsome as he wrenched the full crescent axe from the smaller man's body. The snarl on his face made him look absolutely animalistic as he jumped back into the fray, now with a proper weapon for a beast his size. He was like death, slicing his way through the ranks of soldiers. Severed necks and limbs coated him in a war paint of savagery. Sakiah turned away from the sight and moved towards the gate. Behind her a gathering of slaves followed, those skilled enough to survive and now armed with scattered pieces of armor and weapons taken from lifeless hands.

Without a word the slaves charged forward, meeting the soldiers ahead in battle. They fought wildly, as the soldiers used tactics and full tower shields to advance on their weaker foes. Except for now, without a mage to hinder her, Sakiah was free to wreak her own havoc. A searing ball of white fire collided with the middle most soldier, blowing him backwards and setting small fires alight on his body. His screams were drowned out as the roar of the once captive slaves echoed out, backed by a chorus of crackling wood as the buildings around them burned freely. Another ball of fire smashed into the soldier's ranks. The soldier fell to the ground clawing at his burning face as the cloth beneath his armor burst into flames. Sakiah stepped over him as the slaves pressed their advance until the soldiers were backed up again the last obstacle of freedom. A thick gate made entirely of rough iron.

She gestured up towards the ramparts, where the ladder up had been cut into the stonework itself, "There! Take the gatehouse!" She called out, her voice feeling so quiet against the cacophony of battle. Yet, she was heard. Men dressed in tattered rags dropped their weapons and scaled the roughly cut handholds as if they had been born to do it. They fell from the top as the waiting guards cut them down, but soon they became a small horde as the ladder on the opposite side fell to their numbers and fists. It took only moments, and the gate was already raising up. The loud clinking of metal on metal was joy to Sakiah's ears.

"You have done it," Rook said, his body heaving as he caught his breath beside her. She smiled, as she watched the gate rise up. "I never thought it possible," he continued, his oafish face split by a wide grin.

Sakiah's reply caught in her throat as the slowly raising gate revealed rows upon rows of feet clad in thick leather boots. Slower still, shins covered in braces of shining metal, glimmering against the sun. Upon the top of the wall the freed slaves began to scream and panic. "Soldiers!" They howled, "Hundreds of them!". The gears of her mind turned quickly, it wasn't too late. They could bar themselves behind the gate and buy time to plan. But even before she could yell to close the gate, a clutch of soldiers ran forward and braced it with thick beams of metal. Soldier after soldier began to roll under the gate, glad in shining metal armor tempered with the Paedatorian crest. Their ranks swelled and panic rose in Sakiah's breast, She would be free this day! Her body was tired, but her mind was not.

"If you wish freedom Rook follow me!" She yelled, charging forward towards the cutout ladder in the wall. A soldier stepped before her and she hit him with a cascade of fire, his entire body glowing red as his armor super-heated from the blast. The wave of heat caused the rest of the gathering soldiers to pause in their charge and shy away from her. She leaped onto the handholds, her battered body screaming in protest as she forced herself to move upwards with reckless abandon. Her hands sliced on the roughly cut holds, and her knees scraped as she bashed them into the wall, frenzied in her desperation. Behind her the massive grunts of Rook followed close at hand, even as she neared the top of the wall a rough hand placed itself upon her rump and pushed her up and over the last few steps.

"Whatever you are planning little one, we must move quickly!" Rook wheezed. Sakiah looked around frantically, she didn't actually have an escape plan from the three story walls. She thought about jumping, but the trees had been cleared away for at least a mile. That was a long distance to run with no coverage and an army outside the gate. Sakiah was still processing her options when Rook took her in his massive arms, and the next thing she knew they were falling through the air. The move was so swift and surprising that she didn't even have time to scream.

Rook hit the ground with a thud, rolling violently and sending Sakiah careening out into the dirt. She struggled to her feet, her body running on empty. "Run little Saki!" Rook commanded, the power of his voice overriding Sakiah's thoughts and sending her into action. The line of trees seemed incredibly far as they huffed and gasped for breath. Her muscles screamed fire and outrage every time she took a step, and she could feel herself quickly wearing down. They were nearly halfway there when a hail of arrows peppered the ground around them, one of which sunk itself deep into Sakiah's thigh. She tumbled to the ground as every ounce of willpower she had left quickly vacated her body.

"SEIZE THEM!" A voice off in the distance screeched. Sakiah had barely let out a whimper before the massive bulk of Rook hefted her upon his shoulder. She could feeling his body struggling as he charged towards the tree line. "Almost little Saki! Do not quit on Rook now!" He screamed, his Red eyes nearly glowing with the amount of adrenaline in his body, sending him into a berserk sprint across the open dirt field. "I will not let you die little one!" He declared, the trees looming before them. Sakiah, in her half dazed state, idly wondered why he kept calling her little one. She thought that was a term befitting for a child, such as a daughter. Perhaps he really did enjoy teasing her about her size? These thoughts fell aside as a cool wave of darkness washed over her.

She looked around, startled, as Rook broke through the underbrush violently and stormed off into the trees. A volley of arrows zoomed about them, but most of them harmlessly embedded themselves into the trees behind them. They had made it, no, Rook had made it. He had just taken her along for the ride. Her weak, and pathetic self. Her thoughts were troubled as a second, calmer darkness washed over her. One of unconsciousness, and sleep.

[Syben]

Name: Krileg Xruul
Aliases: "Rook"
Appeared Age: Late Fifties
Actual Age: 52
Nationality: Paedatorian Outlaw
Race: Orc
Sex: Male
Height: 9'0
Weight: 350lbs approx.
Eye Color: Light Green
Hair Color: Dark Brown
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• Two small tusks that protrude from his lower lip.
• Tattoo of chains around his wrists branding him as a slave.

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