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Of Blood and Magic

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✧ Talrae S2 ✧

Willow

“Hm.” Willow said as she scrolled through her spells. “It's likely. Since one dungeon already has a wolf-esk theme, chances are it's not a word boss.” She closed her menu and looked around, looking serious but an excited glint in her eye betrayed her.

“Now as your primary healer, and Prome pay attention please, I have a few safety reminders. First, unless we are forced out of position, those who cast spells please try and stay within five feet of me when you cast. Your spells replenish my mana and it is critical we maximize that return so I can help with debuffs. I will be about five feet behind Tower unless I have to move so be extra chummy with our favorite meat shield if you need a point of reference in the fight. Second, if and when you see a big magic attack, stack behind Tower. My passive will give us some magic damage mitigation and that should give River and I some leeway to get everyone's health back up. Thirdly and probably the most important, AoEs are neither friends nor food. They are not casual acquaintances or romantic interests either before someone” Willow slowly made eye contact with everyone, only moving her head until she stared straight at ZK, “suggests it. Do not stand in them. Do not eat them for the sake of DPS or aggravating your healers. Because if you do, I will personally blow out your kneecaps after this dungeon and again when we escape this hell hole!” Willow ended cheerfully.

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'Beautiful’ The thought came unbidden as she looked out across the silent landscape. The tread of the horses rang out through the woods for a moment before swallowing the sound. She pulled her helmet off and raised her face to the sky, a smile on her lips as the chilly mountain air played through the messy strands. A peal of laughter caught her ear and her smile turned fond as she watched her soldiers joke and talk. It was nearly enough to forget the the whole sordid affair of breaches and monster. Almost, but not quite.

Ahead of her, fifty handpicked Hieromancers and infantry stretched in three rows, the more lightly armored Hieromancers riding between the two rows of heavily armored infantry. Her second in command, Wolfram, lead the group towards their destination. These were men and women she personally trained and guided through their careers and she would trust no one more in the field than them. Her Hieromancers started falling back momentarily to whisper in the next one's ear before riding back into position until finally Alianna, her first circle adept drew back next to her.

“Wolfram would like us to remind you we are almost arrived and that starting a mud fight would greatly hamper our diplomatic intents.” Alianna spoke, mocking the man's speech. Beatrix cackled, the noise richoching off the trees.

“One of these days, that incident will slip his mind and I will take that golden opportunity.” Beatrix chuckled. The mud fight happened nearly a decade ago now, the perfect opportunity to teach a colleague and his retinue how to have fun in the rain. When it turned out said colleague made border assignment decisions, she regretted her teaching tools. But only slightly. “If a mud fight is what we need, then its a mud fight we’re going to have, crotchy ex-mercenaries be damned!” Beatrix shouted to the front, only to double over in laughter with Alianna as Wolfram raised a hand and shot her the finger. Laughter broke out amongst the ranks and Beatrix nodded at Alianna as she moved back to her position. The woman put her helmet back on and took off to the front of the group.

“Take the platform, Wolfram. Point's mine for now.” Wolfram turned and headed back with a muttered “Somewhere I can keep a proper eye on ya.” She shook her head. For a brigand who once enjoyed the thrill of the kill, the man really definitely did a 180.

The sound of approaching hooves caught her attention and she waved the rider over. She listened as they rode and she clapped the man on the back. “Excellent! How kind of you to guide us on our path.” Beatrix chatted away with the sentry as they rode in, only letting him go once she swing out if her saddle and handed the reins over to Alianna as Wolfram joined her.

“Find out what defensive measures they've taken and how long we'll be here. If we are here longer than half a day, standard protocol. No noise, in or out of the village.” Alianna saluted and set out to find where to stable their horses. “Now, let’s find our hosts! I’m eager to meet everyone!”

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Beatrix

Name: Beatrix Briatia

Gender: Female

Age: 76

Race: Aasimar

Appearance:

Apperance

Artist Credit: artstation.com/an-helme

Standing just shy of 5’ 11”, Beatrix’s armor is designed to slim the bulk of her body in order to cut a less intimidating figure. Her armor is forged and folded along side magical infusion, allowing it to be thinned more than standard plate mail while retaining its sturdiness. Beneath the armor, the woman works her body hard and has the muscle mass to prove it. He hair is kept tied back in a messy bun if she bothers with it at all. The woman smiles more than frowns and her solid white eyes glitter with amusement at most anything.

Personality:
If anyone embodies the spirit of Luvalon, it is Beatrix. She laughs and enjoys life to its fullest while maintaining the hard working attitude Luvalions are known for. She adamantly upholds the Azorius Papers and their principles, viewing those around him as equals and treating them accordingly. Serious matters often lack the spark of joy that Beatrix brings and she has no problem reminding people that life needs to be enjoyed.

Because of the fevor of her devotion to those principles, Beatrix is a gifted Hieromancer. Coupled with the blood of Azorius Briatia and a keen instinct, Beatrix stands on the frontlines with her soldiers and strives to end conflict without blows. Her soldiers respect her for her dedication and empathy, both to the cause and to them. Beatrix’s motto is “If they can do it, I can do it.” The woman shouts orders and digs latrines with equal vigor. She believes that her job increases her responsibility, not just changes them.

History:
Beatrix lived as many newborn Luvalonians do. In her childhood, she ran among the capital’s streets with friends and family, playing more often than attending her lessons. At the age of ten, she was admitted into the Order of Hieromancy. She spent three years studying the basic principles of Hieromancy and then was sent off to a village in the kingdom to experience them herself. Every year she would move either to a new village or onto a fishing boat to learn about the country from other people’s points of views and gain a more practical appreciation for the four principles.

At eighteen, Beatrix and her fellow students were granted the title of seventh circle hieromancers and given leave from the Order. Most choose to stay, entering the military or staying on with the Order itself but Beatrix requested Isperia. Only elder hieromancers and those in consideration for High Hieromancer partook in the ancient tradition, requiring its practitioner to wander the Kingdom with naught but the clothes on their back. The tradition cultivated a deep contemplation of the four principles as the individual trusted in nature and their fellow kinsmen to help them and offered their assistance in return. It would be the first time a Briatia walked the path of Isperia since Azorius’s daughter.

Most who return from Isperia come back calm and tranquil, their souls enlightened and at peace with what they discovered. Beatrix returned a grin on her face but she didn’t embody the inner tranquility her predecessor's discovered. Rather, her soul found a deeper meaning in life and that filled her with joy, with excitement. Her return was boisterous and lively. Despite her elders’ original misgivings, it was clear her time during Isperia had brought her closer to the principles but how would forget remain a mystery. Isperia was a highly personal journey and what one found meaning in varied from individual to individual.

Beatrix joined the Luvalonian military shortly thereafter, requesting a position on the pilgrimage route to Vel’Dia’s temple. Bandits recently discovered nooks and crannies along the paths and took advantage of those of the sacred route. Beatrix was dispatched as part of one of three platoons. The aasimar spent the next twenty years patrolling the route, working her way up to commander.

The promotion moved her away from the pilgrimage route to patrol the border, specifically a heavily forested section on the northern edge. It was another twenty years she spent protecting the border and she earned a reputation for turning ruffians into citizens. Official policy required foreign offenders be bound with hieromancy from crossing their borders but Beatrix often ignored the policy, offering food, shelter, and purpose to those amenable to such an offer and more often than not, found them in her own platoon several years later. Later, she would personally train several of her current first circle hieromancers.

When her reasoning for the alternative method of handling foreign criminals could no longer be denied, the current ruler of Lovelon raised Beatrix to the third seat of the High Hieromancers and she became the equivalent of a general in other Kingdoms. From them on, she focused her time in the Order and taught the new policies she enacted. Official policy changed within the next decade, exiles occurring less and less as people were welcomed and converted to their new home.

When news of the breach reached Luvalon and the Council of Seven called on the armies of the Kingdoms, the Queen sent two of the High Hieromancers to them. Beatrix and the second seat High Hieromancer stayed behind, preparing to escape back across the ocean if they failed. Beatrix felt no remorse in the possibility of abandoning the other Kingdoms and even if she had, the Azorius Papers demanded she put her people first. But when the second call came,one to search for a lost God, Beatrix took to her horse before the Queen or the first seat could protest and she was off, forty hand picked heavy infantry and her ten most loyal Hieromancers close on her heels.

Equipment:

Full plate.
Long Sword - Singing Gryphon

• The family Briatia’s sigil is a Gryphon. This blade, named after the mythical beast, rings as it is drawn and when it clashes against another weapon, inspiring confidence in nearby allies.

Tower Shield
Trident Dagger

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Of Blood and Magic

After Lunch

Lunch ended with another bell, signalling that students were free to carry on with their day. People spilled out of the large cafeteria back onto the campus and scattered about to explore with new friends or their partners. Some skulked away towards the dorm and the library, likely to hide away the rest of the day. The collared mage who attempted to maintain some semblance of pride was snatched aside by a shorter female vampire, likely his partner, who wrapped a finger under the collar and dragged him away as she talked animatedly with several others. *

The cafeteria acted as a central hub. Off to the left was the administration building and the mage buildings. Off to the right were the vampire buildings and, much further, the arena. A shuttle was parked in the lot just a ways in front of the cafeteria, advertising rides to the dorms and the adjacent town. Paths spiraled every which way across the grounds and small signs offered directions at intersections.

the Arena

The arena sat on the far edge of campus, closer to the ocean than anything else. The stone structure dominated the landscape. The exterior was well lit and students could easily see the various arches carved into the outside. Several paths lead to the building, each one branching to one of the four larger arches that served as entrances. The salt-sweet breeze trailed behind the students as they hurried to and from the arena. A short stairway on the inside of each arch let duelists slip down to the passages that connect directly to the area and out onto the wooden boards covered in sand. The Arena Guild and Arena Master Dracion had meeting space as well as storage and training facilities down in these passages. The clashing of metal on metal could be heard echoing over the muted voices of various students. Several senior students and an instructor all wearing light green robes walked the grounds, deep in discussion about various Life magic applications. A Guild mage, the guild crest pinned to red robes, cheerily directed overwhelmed students with grandiose gestures and a hearty laugh. A wand, made of stone and carved with multiple runes, swayed has his hip in a holster.

As the group approached, Varis stepped up from behind the guild mage with a man at his side. The man stood almost a foot over Varis and was built like a tree trunk. He showed signs of balding and a huge handlebar mustache decorated a heavily scarred face.He wore simple clothes, well fitting shirt and pants and steel toed shoes. The man and Varis spoke quietly so as not to be heard over the general din as they cross the arch. Varis maintained eye contact, looking genuinely pleased with the other as the man handed over a sheet of paper and an envelope. Varis looked down and the man blinked stood unmoving for a few moments before he seemed to come to his senses. A satisfied smirk curled at the corner of Varis’s mouth as he read, patting down a few loose strands of hair and smoothing wrinkles in his vest, as the man turned away and spoke briefly with the guild mage who responded with an excited “Yes Dracion!”

The Main Library

The main library is housed in the administrative building, which hosts the same courtyard from last night’s events. The decorations and lights have been stripped away and several tables filled the arena around the fountain. Candles flickered on each one and a few had occupants enjoying the clear night air. Passing through the courtyard and entering the building, signs clearly directed visitors and the library didn’t take much to find. It was a plain door set at the end of a long plain hallway. It almost seemed out of place, no art displays like the rest of the building, no signs, nothing but the walls and the floor. A rug with intricate designs, all red and black, lay on the floor just in front of the door.

Opening the wooden door led to a room that seemed larger than the building it sat in. Row after row of bookshelves stretched behind several desks where a few librarians sat. Odd enough, the bookshelves continued up the walls and on the ceiling, apparently defying gravity. The rows of bookshelves were interrupted periodically by spaces of tables and computers. One librarian held a book up as he wrote on a piece of paper and it launched itself from his hand into the air, spun in place for a moment, before flying off onto a bookshelf on the ceiling. Other people were perusing the the bookshelves, unconcerned the were upside down or walking on the walls. One person blurred and move in a blink of an eye from one bookshelf to another.

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Of Blood and Magic

Vampires

The Academy seemed almost empty as Lucan led the way through the halls, only stopping to greet one of the passing guards whom he recognized. He kept a close eye on Morrigan as they walked, making sure that the fledgeling didn’t get separated from him. He had considered making small talk but truthfully didn’t know what to say and Morrigan seemed content just to walk, without asking any questions. Soon enough they reached the lunchroom and its corresponding building where Lucan admired the architecture before he walked up to the entry and held the door open for his fellow vampire before entering in himself. He let a ghost of a smile hit his face as he took the familiar sight in.

The room was set up with multiple stations around the wall for those who wanted food. One had a carving station where chefs would carve turkey, roast beef and ham while another had a wide variety of vegetables prepared to order as one wished. There were a few long bench tables set close to the stations, but six person round tables filled most of the area while soft lighting and a relaxing colours completed the room’s environment. Lucan himself wandered up to one of the round tables and sat down quietly, sending a small smile and incline of his head to signal Morrigan to also take a seat if he wished.

Morrigan shifted nervously on the balls of his feet, even back in his human days school lunchrooms always felt awkward to him. He noted the small nod and moved forward with a small grunt before sliding into the seat next to Lucan. ”Is it always like this?” He asked Lucan with a wave of his hand. The room was noisy as students chattered with their mates, his eyes scanning for Max.

Luc glanced around the room and almost chuckled, it wasn’t even that crowded yet. He considered the fledgling and then nodded the affirmative, glancing down at his phone and shooting a text to Aaron. ”Once it gets busy you’ll sort of see what’s ‘normal’ for lunch. Right now it seems to just be upperclassmen.”

Hey, where are you? Did Sariel go over with her talk or something? I’m in the lunchroom now, I’ll meet you and Salem at one of the tables I have reserved.

Mages

“And this!” Sariel paused dramatically as she threw open the cafeteria doors, “Is the cafeteria! The only place to eat out your feelings and stresses! This’ll be your best friend come exam time.” She chuckled back at the group. Sariel tagged along with the group, deciding to lead the way across the unfamiliar grounds. Did she take a few… unnecessary turns and twists as part of an impromptu tour? Yes. Did she talk their ears off the whole time about her experiences at school? Yes. Did she feel bad about it? Nope! Her phone binged in her pocket and she fished it out before rolling her eyes.

“Well, that seems to be the end of our day together. Duty calls after all.” She whirled to face the group and smiled. “Now, Aaron over there has my number so I expect each and everyone of you to get it and send me a text sometime. I might not always be around but having someone in your corner when shit hits the fan isn’t ever a bad thing. And even if it isn’t very big, make sure if you need help you reach out.” Her face grew serious with her last remark, underscoring the weight of the statement as her eyes flickered to Aaron and then across the group. But she was back to her smiling self with a quick clap of her hands. She blew a kiss and waved before heading out the doors she brought them in. She brought the phone to her ear as she walked out, nodding as she listened to something.