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The Knight Captain was rallying some of those that had gotten themselves pinned down on one of the larger frigates, dealing with Knight and Mage alike that had attempted to take the particular target.
Seeing the myriad of different emotions, Tyrhallan had fallen back into his Captain's role, taking command and using his speed to connect and relay new orders on the fly.
This way the enemy would be facing a proper group instead of scattered and scared individuals.
He demanded name and specialty before telling them to not give into despair and fear.
He had asked the mages for 'suppressing fire' to draw the enemy soldiers attention, whilst he rallied the few knights that had accompanied said mages but had had no clue how to work together with them. Many of them were juniors, barely finished with their rites of initiation.
When Alexa and Toby joined him he smiled warmly at them, glad for their assistance and seeing a pair of familiar faces amongst the rather 'fresh men'.
"Glad to see you both, I hope you pardon me, but I'd rather not waste time. We need to get to the bridge and take control of the vessel or disable the guns and take out the immediate threat." He said cutting to the chase.
"I normally would say no heroics, but we currently don't have the luxury of playing it safe. Master Tobhias what I want you and the other mages to do is create a cross fire, preferably take their sight if at all possible, but I'll settle for their attention. Brightwind, I need you to give them hell with one of these..." He said handing her a harpoon-mine.
He noticed her incredulous look as she held the short javelin with a good deal of care, how the hell had Tyrhallan gotten hold of one of these?
Harpoon-mines were nasty little bastards that would stick themselves to whatever surface they were launched at and explode but mere seconds later. They were incredibly dangerous and they technically were forbidden by all regulations, ever since the incident with that poor particular recruit.
Bits and pieces had been left of him...very small bits and pieces.
Tyrhallan merely smiled wryly at her before stating.
"Desperate times Brightwind, besides these are not ours, I took this one from one of the Viemese gunners that I send to All Mother earlier. It hasn't explode on me yet, so it can handle some stress, but remember this isn't one of ours, so we don't really how sensitive it actually is." He spoke in a detached manner, before turning to the rest.
"If you're without a weapon and you find one in the hands of a dead enemy take it, we can use all the advantage we can get and take any away from them." He reminded the knights, before turning to the three mages at his side.
"You'll be exposed for a moment and I know that what I am asking you isn't fair, but we can't rush them from this distance without a small miracle, consider yourselves that small miracle. You'll only need to buy us seconds...That's all I ask." He promised before he finalized his plans.
He would take the center, whilst the younger ones would flank him, and Alexa was told to hide in his shadow. Zigzag. He told them. "Zigzag, because your life depends upon it."
As the guns continued to thunder around them he closed his eyes for a moment listening to the song of the cannons, before lifting up his own sword and pressing the sword guard against his forehead for a second.
Almost as a sort of prayer.
In an instant he turned, dashed around the corner of his hiding spot and used his ki to speed rush the enemy and cross the distance, followed by the brave young knights behind him.
The mages cast fireballs and windgusts to back the knight Captain and the others up, but it was still a long way to cross, with bolt and blast fired at them in return.
Still it would not proove enough.
As soon as he reached the lines of Viemese soldiers he heard their cries of horror and panic.
"Stop him! Hold firm!" Their words meant nothing as his sword sang and cut them short, leaving behind only silence as the blade was thrust into flesh and life.
"Bring him down!" Cried another before receiving a swift response.
Screams of fear and anger flared up, but the Knight Captain cared not, he was defending his city his people.
Duty demanded his obedience and in order to safeguard their kingdom there could be no parlay no surrender.
Victory was the only option, the only desired outcome.
As they cut down many of the Viemese soldiers, the knights and he finally managed to free a path that would lead them to the bridge.
"GO! GO!" Tyrhallan ordered as he dashed forward. "Brightwind! don't dawdle!" He commanded expecting her to stick to him like a shadow, before her opportunity would come.
Seeing the myriad of different emotions, Tyrhallan had fallen back into his Captain's role, taking command and using his speed to connect and relay new orders on the fly.
This way the enemy would be facing a proper group instead of scattered and scared individuals.
He demanded name and specialty before telling them to not give into despair and fear.
He had asked the mages for 'suppressing fire' to draw the enemy soldiers attention, whilst he rallied the few knights that had accompanied said mages but had had no clue how to work together with them. Many of them were juniors, barely finished with their rites of initiation.
When Alexa and Toby joined him he smiled warmly at them, glad for their assistance and seeing a pair of familiar faces amongst the rather 'fresh men'.
"Glad to see you both, I hope you pardon me, but I'd rather not waste time. We need to get to the bridge and take control of the vessel or disable the guns and take out the immediate threat." He said cutting to the chase.
"I normally would say no heroics, but we currently don't have the luxury of playing it safe. Master Tobhias what I want you and the other mages to do is create a cross fire, preferably take their sight if at all possible, but I'll settle for their attention. Brightwind, I need you to give them hell with one of these..." He said handing her a harpoon-mine.
He noticed her incredulous look as she held the short javelin with a good deal of care, how the hell had Tyrhallan gotten hold of one of these?
Harpoon-mines were nasty little bastards that would stick themselves to whatever surface they were launched at and explode but mere seconds later. They were incredibly dangerous and they technically were forbidden by all regulations, ever since the incident with that poor particular recruit.
Bits and pieces had been left of him...very small bits and pieces.
Tyrhallan merely smiled wryly at her before stating.
"Desperate times Brightwind, besides these are not ours, I took this one from one of the Viemese gunners that I send to All Mother earlier. It hasn't explode on me yet, so it can handle some stress, but remember this isn't one of ours, so we don't really how sensitive it actually is." He spoke in a detached manner, before turning to the rest.
"If you're without a weapon and you find one in the hands of a dead enemy take it, we can use all the advantage we can get and take any away from them." He reminded the knights, before turning to the three mages at his side.
"You'll be exposed for a moment and I know that what I am asking you isn't fair, but we can't rush them from this distance without a small miracle, consider yourselves that small miracle. You'll only need to buy us seconds...That's all I ask." He promised before he finalized his plans.
He would take the center, whilst the younger ones would flank him, and Alexa was told to hide in his shadow. Zigzag. He told them. "Zigzag, because your life depends upon it."
As the guns continued to thunder around them he closed his eyes for a moment listening to the song of the cannons, before lifting up his own sword and pressing the sword guard against his forehead for a second.
Almost as a sort of prayer.
In an instant he turned, dashed around the corner of his hiding spot and used his ki to speed rush the enemy and cross the distance, followed by the brave young knights behind him.
The mages cast fireballs and windgusts to back the knight Captain and the others up, but it was still a long way to cross, with bolt and blast fired at them in return.
Still it would not proove enough.
As soon as he reached the lines of Viemese soldiers he heard their cries of horror and panic.
"Stop him! Hold firm!" Their words meant nothing as his sword sang and cut them short, leaving behind only silence as the blade was thrust into flesh and life.
"Bring him down!" Cried another before receiving a swift response.
Screams of fear and anger flared up, but the Knight Captain cared not, he was defending his city his people.
Duty demanded his obedience and in order to safeguard their kingdom there could be no parlay no surrender.
Victory was the only option, the only desired outcome.
As they cut down many of the Viemese soldiers, the knights and he finally managed to free a path that would lead them to the bridge.
"GO! GO!" Tyrhallan ordered as he dashed forward. "Brightwind! don't dawdle!" He commanded expecting her to stick to him like a shadow, before her opportunity would come.
@Omni5876Darling you left me a bit confused with Arn's voice...is it Viggo Mortensen's, Karl Urban's?
And feel free to post visual aids.
And you're not spoiling nothing (provided you don't touch SK or Tourmaline), but you can fiddle around with Teryn's and Tahjai members all you like as they are seperate ambitious powerhungry individuals. Move about in Vaim or hell even show characters from the other two nations I added as I want to go and explore the world a bit more as things progress.
You could even go into detail about events way before the calamity and destruction of the world.
Also I still need your dice roll. A simple number 1-6 will do and no don't worry it isn't for Arn or Eilis.
Why you, you ask? Well I like a bit of chance in my stories, not always knowing how things will end.
And feel free to post visual aids.
And you're not spoiling nothing (provided you don't touch SK or Tourmaline), but you can fiddle around with Teryn's and Tahjai members all you like as they are seperate ambitious powerhungry individuals. Move about in Vaim or hell even show characters from the other two nations I added as I want to go and explore the world a bit more as things progress.
You could even go into detail about events way before the calamity and destruction of the world.
Also I still need your dice roll. A simple number 1-6 will do and no don't worry it isn't for Arn or Eilis.
Why you, you ask? Well I like a bit of chance in my stories, not always knowing how things will end.
@TheMerlin Well I am glad my involvement didn't mess anything up and you're always free to jump in again, should you wish and I shall try to be a worthy successor, though I think I went for a completely different storyline than you intended in the first place.
Do you want to take a gamble as to where I am taking this story? As I tend to ask Omni from time to time, to see how well the bits and pieces I drop are picked up.
Also I am curious as to your opinion to the story so far if you have read up with it.
And as I said you're always welcome to jump in again with character of your own.
Do you want to take a gamble as to where I am taking this story? As I tend to ask Omni from time to time, to see how well the bits and pieces I drop are picked up.
Also I am curious as to your opinion to the story so far if you have read up with it.
And as I said you're always welcome to jump in again with character of your own.
It is never fair when death claims so quickly, when you can't really say good bye and feel rather helpless and distraught in the aftermath.
Your grief will stay with you, try to remember the good times so that her memory isn't tainted, keep that as your core memory of her.
At least that is my way of coping with death maybe it will help you too.
I am sorry for your loss and offer you my condoleances, though the words might seem hollow, you're always welcome to talk or vent if you need to.
And I hope the funeral will run smoothly with fair weather, as I said take your time, I'll keep myself busy, though I still need that dice roll (wink)
As for my family, well it is pretty much all we can do up until this point. It is not like the disease will go away from it considering the fact that you still might be carrier and pass it on, but at least I hope that this way they're better protected against the more extreme effects of it. Hopefully you and yours are still well.
Your grief will stay with you, try to remember the good times so that her memory isn't tainted, keep that as your core memory of her.
At least that is my way of coping with death maybe it will help you too.
I am sorry for your loss and offer you my condoleances, though the words might seem hollow, you're always welcome to talk or vent if you need to.
And I hope the funeral will run smoothly with fair weather, as I said take your time, I'll keep myself busy, though I still need that dice roll (wink)
As for my family, well it is pretty much all we can do up until this point. It is not like the disease will go away from it considering the fact that you still might be carrier and pass it on, but at least I hope that this way they're better protected against the more extreme effects of it. Hopefully you and yours are still well.
Having seen and experienced Covid in our elderly home up close twice I know your thoughts might not be to writing right now.
Be assured I can wait.
Focus on your family friend, stay safe yourselves.
Most of my family already have had their vaccinations with in our case a wide range of variety: I and my Mother have Pfizer due to availability and me working in healthcare and my work offered us the opportunity to get the first wave of shots.
My sister in law has had one shot Astra Zenica and one Moderna (before the news came up that the Astra Z gave some complications to those under the age of 50/60 and she herself was too late for the first rounds of vaccinations) my Dad had Astra Zenica (He got his jab from the local MP/Village Doctor. My husband (Pfizer) and Brother received theirs (second jab) last month.
We live quite rural, with a lot of the folks already having had it during the first and second wave or already having had their shots, but if it comes it comes... we'll have to see how to deal with it then.
Maybe a too personal a question but did he /she turn critical quickly?
Stay safe and again take care of your loved ones and family first, I can wait.
Be assured I can wait.
Focus on your family friend, stay safe yourselves.
Most of my family already have had their vaccinations with in our case a wide range of variety: I and my Mother have Pfizer due to availability and me working in healthcare and my work offered us the opportunity to get the first wave of shots.
My sister in law has had one shot Astra Zenica and one Moderna (before the news came up that the Astra Z gave some complications to those under the age of 50/60 and she herself was too late for the first rounds of vaccinations) my Dad had Astra Zenica (He got his jab from the local MP/Village Doctor. My husband (Pfizer) and Brother received theirs (second jab) last month.
We live quite rural, with a lot of the folks already having had it during the first and second wave or already having had their shots, but if it comes it comes... we'll have to see how to deal with it then.
Maybe a too personal a question but did he /she turn critical quickly?
Stay safe and again take care of your loved ones and family first, I can wait.
Uilles felt his Ki force lessen quickly, spend due to the swift and powerful attacks of Ravros. The man was relentless, not giving him a moment to catch his breath.
The wound in his side was dripping blood over his armour, causing him pain and concern.
If Ravros kept this up, he would drain him of Ki completely and there would be no graceful noble end then.
Uilles dared not think of it, but he was experienced enough to know Ravros spoke truthfully when he said he would break him. In his currently state Uilles would be powerless.
He desperately caught the blade coming down for his head, feeling and trying to push off Ravros’s enhanced strength.
He saw the madness mirrored back to him in the reflection of Ravros’s eyes.
The delirious grin of expectation broke through as the other hand holding the smaller sword found another weak spot. He slammed it into the side of Uilles’s thigh, making him buckle and roar out in pain.
“Yes, scream, feel my retribution.” He snarled pulling it out with such force that Uilles feared might have done more damage than just stabbing into his flesh.
He watched the man step back for a moment regarding him.
He towered over him as Uilles barely could remain standing, as his poor leg had suffered more injuries than it could handle. His strength was fleeing from him and Uilles knew that this would very well be the end.
Exhausted, breathing hard and trying to ignore the pain he maintained his defiant gaze.
“Tell me Uilles, tell me truthfully how is it to stare your imminent death in the face.”
“Last time you told me I would perish too…I proved you wrong then didn’t I?”
“Ha, still hopeful you’ll worm yourself out of this? If it wasn’t asinine I would almost commend you for your stubborn will to live. But you won’t make it out of this Uilles, not this time…” Ravros promised as he regarded his own blade, looking at his own reflection in his lemmet, before looking back at his rival.
“I suggest you make your peace, for I won’t give you long, your city will be forced on its knees, just like I will do to you."
"You may try take and sack the city, but my people will fight on. Whether commoner or noble, knight or mage, they'll not forsake their beloved home." Uilles answered back as he forced himself to stand straight once more, the wound on his leg made it tremble, but nevertheless he stood proudly, defiant to the last. He brought his blade up in a defensive position, attempting to hold him off.
Ravros smiled.
"Oh naieve honourable Uilles, your countrymen will do no such thing, after all who will lead them? Who will they look to when I am done with you? I will show them exactly what defiance will wrought them...your rotting corpse will serve as a proper example." He said as swung his blade again, this time knocking the great sword from Uilles’s grasp, before kicking him down on his back.
He planted a heavy boot on top of his chest as put his full weight on Uilles.
“You’re out of options, Uilles, there’s no reprieve anymore. I hope you said your goodbyes for they have been your last ones.” Ravros said as he turned the blade around, its tip down aimed at the exposed neck of the old Knight.
The wound in his side was dripping blood over his armour, causing him pain and concern.
If Ravros kept this up, he would drain him of Ki completely and there would be no graceful noble end then.
Uilles dared not think of it, but he was experienced enough to know Ravros spoke truthfully when he said he would break him. In his currently state Uilles would be powerless.
He desperately caught the blade coming down for his head, feeling and trying to push off Ravros’s enhanced strength.
He saw the madness mirrored back to him in the reflection of Ravros’s eyes.
The delirious grin of expectation broke through as the other hand holding the smaller sword found another weak spot. He slammed it into the side of Uilles’s thigh, making him buckle and roar out in pain.
“Yes, scream, feel my retribution.” He snarled pulling it out with such force that Uilles feared might have done more damage than just stabbing into his flesh.
He watched the man step back for a moment regarding him.
He towered over him as Uilles barely could remain standing, as his poor leg had suffered more injuries than it could handle. His strength was fleeing from him and Uilles knew that this would very well be the end.
Exhausted, breathing hard and trying to ignore the pain he maintained his defiant gaze.
“Tell me Uilles, tell me truthfully how is it to stare your imminent death in the face.”
“Last time you told me I would perish too…I proved you wrong then didn’t I?”
“Ha, still hopeful you’ll worm yourself out of this? If it wasn’t asinine I would almost commend you for your stubborn will to live. But you won’t make it out of this Uilles, not this time…” Ravros promised as he regarded his own blade, looking at his own reflection in his lemmet, before looking back at his rival.
“I suggest you make your peace, for I won’t give you long, your city will be forced on its knees, just like I will do to you."
"You may try take and sack the city, but my people will fight on. Whether commoner or noble, knight or mage, they'll not forsake their beloved home." Uilles answered back as he forced himself to stand straight once more, the wound on his leg made it tremble, but nevertheless he stood proudly, defiant to the last. He brought his blade up in a defensive position, attempting to hold him off.
Ravros smiled.
"Oh naieve honourable Uilles, your countrymen will do no such thing, after all who will lead them? Who will they look to when I am done with you? I will show them exactly what defiance will wrought them...your rotting corpse will serve as a proper example." He said as swung his blade again, this time knocking the great sword from Uilles’s grasp, before kicking him down on his back.
He planted a heavy boot on top of his chest as put his full weight on Uilles.
“You’re out of options, Uilles, there’s no reprieve anymore. I hope you said your goodbyes for they have been your last ones.” Ravros said as he turned the blade around, its tip down aimed at the exposed neck of the old Knight.
“I do not defy you. I am just trying to protect her, Eilis. You, whomever you are, command a power that is too much for such a fragile vessel. I do not mean you any harm because I want no harm to fall on Eilis. Look…” he slowly lifted up a hand that had some of her blood that had collected in his palm. His other hand was still wrapped around Eilis’s waist. “I am not sure what would happen to you if Eilis dies or her body is damaged. I care not what happens to me, just please let me help her and by extension, help you.”
It was the Master Mage’s turn to look at this bright persona.
The bright glowing eyes narrowed further at his denial.
“I seem to recall you choking me out, you pressumptuous little matchstick.” The voice cut back sharply before he noticed her form grow a little more still at his words.
“But you speak true when you mention the frailty of this body…” The voice spoke as Eilis held up a hand and regarded it for a moment. The calculating cold eyes watched the tattoo’s and the cracks in the skin and more specifically the blood running down it.
“She is rather weak…” The unnatural voice remarked as he dropped it again looking away. “As to what happens to her well... All bodies are but living dust. We burn up, for that is what Life is. An ever consuming flame…The form dies and the soul returns to the All Mother.”
A silence fell as the battle raged on around them.
“You wish to help her?” The glowing eyes focussed on his, contemplating the offer. Suddenly Eilis’s hand grabbed his the wrist with strength of a vice, unable to be torn from, whilst the magical bindings activated again. Clearly whatever had taken hold of Eilis was trying to connect with him, the Thread within the Aether hummed, almost singing and pulsating, as if it was a chord that had been struck correctly.
A sharp pain was felt in his heart, as she continued to hold his wrist.
“She trust you a great deal I can sense it in her.” The voice rang through his head as they somehow now had some sort of connection, a way of communicating without Eilis needing to speak.
As the war rages on around them, the voice spoke again demanding Arn’s full attention a his open eyes now saw within the Aether.
“Her body will wither and die, such is the effect of the ritual, my presence… and ultimately the outcome.”
A figure formed in his mind’s eye walking towards him, a tall humanoid shape, cloaked in shadow and flame alike. It was almost as tall as him and whilst his form was in constant motion due to the nature of how he chose to show himself, the shape was clearly depicting a male individual.
“My presence and reawakening should not have happened within her.” It lamented almost sounding disappointed.
“When they placed me inside of her they must have miscalculated, she after all is clearly not strong enough to deal with the bindings. Yet, for all intents and purposes they chose to do so and here I find myself.” The figure held out a hand to Arn’s form within the Aether as he stepped aside showing him the sleeping form within of Eilis, clearly unable to fight back or notice anything of their conversation.
“Her Aetherial form is a rarity, a delicacy in any case.” He form spoke and despite having no face, Arn could see the invisible grin form.
“I send her to sleep, it is the most merciful thing I could do for her, after all the soul can only endure so much… ultimately when I’ve consumed her being entirely her body will be broken, there will be nothing left. So I suggest you do not get attached to her. It will only end in misery.”
The skin on his wrist started to burn within the Aether, a mark formed a glowing symbol.
"If you wish to save her I suggest you start looking in the right place. Your path lies within the ruins of Sensaridh. This mark will help you find answers.” The voice promised. “It also allows you to contact me, without our little fae paying for it.” The figure regarded him for a moment.
“It should have been you… You would have been a far better choice for the bindings.” It remarked clinically.
It was the Master Mage’s turn to look at this bright persona.
The bright glowing eyes narrowed further at his denial.
“I seem to recall you choking me out, you pressumptuous little matchstick.” The voice cut back sharply before he noticed her form grow a little more still at his words.
“But you speak true when you mention the frailty of this body…” The voice spoke as Eilis held up a hand and regarded it for a moment. The calculating cold eyes watched the tattoo’s and the cracks in the skin and more specifically the blood running down it.
“She is rather weak…” The unnatural voice remarked as he dropped it again looking away. “As to what happens to her well... All bodies are but living dust. We burn up, for that is what Life is. An ever consuming flame…The form dies and the soul returns to the All Mother.”
A silence fell as the battle raged on around them.
“You wish to help her?” The glowing eyes focussed on his, contemplating the offer. Suddenly Eilis’s hand grabbed his the wrist with strength of a vice, unable to be torn from, whilst the magical bindings activated again. Clearly whatever had taken hold of Eilis was trying to connect with him, the Thread within the Aether hummed, almost singing and pulsating, as if it was a chord that had been struck correctly.
A sharp pain was felt in his heart, as she continued to hold his wrist.
“She trust you a great deal I can sense it in her.” The voice rang through his head as they somehow now had some sort of connection, a way of communicating without Eilis needing to speak.
As the war rages on around them, the voice spoke again demanding Arn’s full attention a his open eyes now saw within the Aether.
“Her body will wither and die, such is the effect of the ritual, my presence… and ultimately the outcome.”
A figure formed in his mind’s eye walking towards him, a tall humanoid shape, cloaked in shadow and flame alike. It was almost as tall as him and whilst his form was in constant motion due to the nature of how he chose to show himself, the shape was clearly depicting a male individual.
“My presence and reawakening should not have happened within her.” It lamented almost sounding disappointed.
“When they placed me inside of her they must have miscalculated, she after all is clearly not strong enough to deal with the bindings. Yet, for all intents and purposes they chose to do so and here I find myself.” The figure held out a hand to Arn’s form within the Aether as he stepped aside showing him the sleeping form within of Eilis, clearly unable to fight back or notice anything of their conversation.
“Her Aetherial form is a rarity, a delicacy in any case.” He form spoke and despite having no face, Arn could see the invisible grin form.
“I send her to sleep, it is the most merciful thing I could do for her, after all the soul can only endure so much… ultimately when I’ve consumed her being entirely her body will be broken, there will be nothing left. So I suggest you do not get attached to her. It will only end in misery.”
The skin on his wrist started to burn within the Aether, a mark formed a glowing symbol.
"If you wish to save her I suggest you start looking in the right place. Your path lies within the ruins of Sensaridh. This mark will help you find answers.” The voice promised. “It also allows you to contact me, without our little fae paying for it.” The figure regarded him for a moment.
“It should have been you… You would have been a far better choice for the bindings.” It remarked clinically.
The Tahjai.
Once they belonged to the Order of Magic users of Vaim, before they split themselves off seeking more power and control as well as more freedom.
The leaders of the Tahjai, several powerful archmagii decided that if they were to win this war for dominance from their rivals the The Faithful they needed to kill off any allegiance to its teachings.
So they declared them traitors and claimed the children gifted with magic as quickly as they could.
The younger the better…That way they could stamp out any opposition.
There were those that the Tahjai formed, but that did not necessarily mean they became part of the Tahjai themselves. The order was rather particular in accepting new blood.
They could be divided into several groups.
The Enforcers, these were those on the ground doing the menial tasks of maintaining order and checking new potential magic users.
Then there were the Educators, they could be leaders of covens or schools, instructors within the wealthier families.
There were the Imperii, the judges and magical priests, they performed rituals or judged criminal cases involving magic.
The Battlemages were different set, though often found crude by their fellow Tahjai, they were the ones who were given command over others and free reign, allowing them to pass judgement as they saw fit, regardless whether the Imperii agreed upon it.
And then there were the Scolare, the eternal students, scholars and scientists who were not afraid to get their hands dirty in order to satiate their own hunger for knowledge.
Their stronghold is known as Waelwold, a place of terrible rumours, a place where even death itself would have trouble finding you. By the time it had, you had already longed for its embrace over and over again.
All those that were born with magic would serve the Empire, if not as a Tahjai then as a simple servant or even slave to a master.
Once they belonged to the Order of Magic users of Vaim, before they split themselves off seeking more power and control as well as more freedom.
The leaders of the Tahjai, several powerful archmagii decided that if they were to win this war for dominance from their rivals the The Faithful they needed to kill off any allegiance to its teachings.
So they declared them traitors and claimed the children gifted with magic as quickly as they could.
The younger the better…That way they could stamp out any opposition.
There were those that the Tahjai formed, but that did not necessarily mean they became part of the Tahjai themselves. The order was rather particular in accepting new blood.
They could be divided into several groups.
The Enforcers, these were those on the ground doing the menial tasks of maintaining order and checking new potential magic users.
Then there were the Educators, they could be leaders of covens or schools, instructors within the wealthier families.
There were the Imperii, the judges and magical priests, they performed rituals or judged criminal cases involving magic.
The Battlemages were different set, though often found crude by their fellow Tahjai, they were the ones who were given command over others and free reign, allowing them to pass judgement as they saw fit, regardless whether the Imperii agreed upon it.
And then there were the Scolare, the eternal students, scholars and scientists who were not afraid to get their hands dirty in order to satiate their own hunger for knowledge.
Their stronghold is known as Waelwold, a place of terrible rumours, a place where even death itself would have trouble finding you. By the time it had, you had already longed for its embrace over and over again.
All those that were born with magic would serve the Empire, if not as a Tahjai then as a simple servant or even slave to a master.
As a little side joke, now you know what I imagine they sound like:
Actors/Voices:
Eilis: Sophia Myles
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JrCVJsgTMQ
Tyrhallan: Craig Parker
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=88sgwR5k564&list=PLBly1OiKr9WALBTXjIthqoQdKz5BJV_kq
Arn: ?
Uilles: Ciaran Hinds
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ire8ZsR03Oo
Ravros: Bill Nighy's
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vRPMdy7Qdg0
Scylla: Catherine Zeta Jones
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJWKWwfURtI
The Sorcerer King: Robin Atkin Downes (Nergal)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOHzzUGs2w0
Tourmaline: Ralph Fiennes
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWxf8Hb-Xis
Teryn Varros Avitus: Dan Feuerriegel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S7EVcQSssW4
Actors/Voices:
Eilis: Sophia Myles
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JrCVJsgTMQ
Tyrhallan: Craig Parker
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=88sgwR5k564&list=PLBly1OiKr9WALBTXjIthqoQdKz5BJV_kq
Arn: ?
Uilles: Ciaran Hinds
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ire8ZsR03Oo
Ravros: Bill Nighy's
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vRPMdy7Qdg0
Scylla: Catherine Zeta Jones
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJWKWwfURtI
The Sorcerer King: Robin Atkin Downes (Nergal)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOHzzUGs2w0
Tourmaline: Ralph Fiennes
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWxf8Hb-Xis
Teryn Varros Avitus: Dan Feuerriegel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S7EVcQSssW4
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