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APPEARANCE

NAME & TITLE: Lochlainn Alberich (Prof. Edmund Boers)

AGE: 268 years old

ETHNICITY: Denmark Danish

EYES: Sterling Grey

WEIGHT: 108 lbs

HEIGHT: 5'5

RELATIONSHIP: Tora Vizier (mother), Count Cynfael Alberich of Berlington (father), David (brother), and Yrsa (sister) *he is the youngest among the siblings.

HOBBIES: Fond of reading old books and listening to classical music, a Scribbler and Pianist. Incantation.

ABILITIES & STRENGTH:
- Runic/Spells Cipher – able to read/chant runes and spells.

- Hypnosis and Telepathy – affect or directly influence or communicate people’s minds to their command.

- Illusion – ability to create, shape and illusions, causing targets to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive things differently from what they truly are.

- Blood Flow Vision and Stealth.

- Dark Arts Spells.

WEAKNESS: Fire and Holy symbols/chants.

HISTORY:
Lochlainn Alberich was born in the 16th century at Copenhagen, Denmark. He was raised among the Monarchs. His father, King Cynfael Alberich IV, governs the land in aristocratic oligarchy. With great number of armies and enhanced blade armaments blessed by the ancient celtic spells from the divine enchanter. The Rosenborg fearlessly proceeds on winning every wars and destroying territories and kingdoms over the land of Denmark.

Growing up, he was very antagonistic to his father's rules and reforms and even disagree on making advantage with the celtic spells to gain more power and prestige resulting to unfair battles.

Until then he started to rebel and look for ways to acquire power. He consulted occult books, practice dark art, and had a contract with the Vade Maecum. He wanted to secure his position to rule all over the land to change everything his father had started.

On 1742, there was a lady named Nathalie, came by the Royal Court of Rosenborg. Every one in the court, even the king himself was lured by her beauty and dazzled by her knowledge. However, Lochlainn doubted her intentions because she had been so meticulous about her appearance since her stay with the royal family.

But things changed when Nathalie confide him her lore and secrets. Lochlainn had felt never been this trusted before, and so he also put his trust in her.

While in his room performing dark incantation he was caught by a royal guard and had immediately reported and disclose the case to his father. That time he had a serious confrontation with his father that caused him to be arrested and locked up in the citadel's underground detention. King Alberich IV removed his privileged as Monarch's son to become the future king of the land and sentenced to his execution for practicing dark spells and rebellion.

One late night, Nathalie showed up to the chamber extending her help to him. After all then, developing his trust to her. Nathalie gave him the option to decide on between this life and death situation. She preferred his freedom to choose. Succinctly, he made an agreement with Nathalie...

1800, forthwith long years of waiting, Lochlainn moved to London from Denmark. He established the Coventry Academy, the most prominent academy in the England and institution for children of elites. He formed a secret society of vampires, called the Knights of King Aksel Høj named after his great-grandfather, who also practices dark arts. He stayed loyal to (Queen) Nathalie, she was like a mother to him.

Lochlainn was at home, setting off his suit hours before the party, as arranged by the siblings. He walked away towards the bath to start his preparation. Water showers over his head down to his feet, pushing his hands against the wall. Dark pleasure and a wicked smile were etched on his face, burning in desire and lust. A few moments after, he took a mouthful of blood and wine, savoring the taste for a moment with a sideways glance at the mirror.

Outside the cold evening, the air was freckled with drizzle, swirling the curtain from the open window and trees of wind-blown. Since it was their first time hosting an event, the brothel was a bit active, preparing for a great occasion. A pair of men standing guard at the entrance of the building. Inside, at the far end, stood another pair and courtesans on their place, glamming up. Lochlainn was wearing a tieless black suit and formal leather black shoes — showed up downstairs in the middle of their personnel work. He spearheaded the preparation and fixed everything up before the guests arrived. Just an hour later, Salvatore descended from the stairs, in debonair look and striking in tail and tie.

Salvatore strolled down to his sibling, Lochlainn. "I see you're ready to entertain brother. Ladies." he grinned at him lasciviously. "Breakfast or dessert?" eyes wander around, patting his shoulder in the gesture of inveigling.

He replied nonchalantly, "Take it easy… reserve your greed, brother." Salvatore shrugged off his hands.

A brisk of cold breeze shrouded the manor; rain is impending, the wind stirring the leaves lining the landscape floor outside. Before the guest arrives, Salvatore pulls Lochlainn at the near side, "Something is in the air tonight… We must be on our guard for the unexpected." he looked up at him and raised a questioning eyebrow to him. "I manage everything with what we have. Don't look so worried, I'm sure the rest will go easily enough." he points out in a gesture of reassurance.

"It's not that…. it's something else. Something we aren't prepared for. Don't you feel it? The feeling of awakening. It's like a whisper in the air." Salvatore remarked, urging him to take a moment. He was attentive to the environment around him. Lochlainn was sensing the same thing Salvatore does, but he kept it in instead of spilling out.

Hours passed, guests started to arrive in their luxurious horse-drawn carriages. Cohorts marched out into the growing light in the hallway, dressed in their urbane rig of high-class suits and boots. Salvatore and Lochlainn were observing everyone walking in when Salvatore noticed Earl Harrington from a great distance. "Oh look, Earl Harrington is here. That will make for some interesting conversation. Is that Diedre Monaghan, I heard scandals about him and her being his mistress. He wasn't on the guestlist unless you invited him?"

Lochlainn replied contemplatively, "Not that I'm aware of. You can kick him out if you want to."

Salvatore pondered for a moment. "If we do that, he'll go to the tabloids about us being ungrateful hosts. We shouldn't allow that to slander our reputation. We've worked too hard to get where we are. I want to know why he's here." It was sometimes frequent for uninvited guests to show, especially if they had underlying motives.

They exchanged glances in a skeptical look, Salvatore responded, "Well, in that case, it would be rude of us to kick him out. This might work in our favor, after all. Miss Monaghan is looking for a new employer from what the other girls gossip about." Lochlainn paused significantly, shooting Salvatore a sudden glance before stepping out into space. Harrington and Miss Monaghan made their way to meet the host. Lochlainn walked over to face them and had a little business talk with Harrington until the conversation was disrupted when they saw Lord Delacroix and his fiancé, Lady Ashton, hurled down from the carriage. He was slightly observing the two, as Lady Ashton strolls to the entryway gracefully.

Out of the blue, Harrington earnestly spoke to Lochlainn. "Duke Lochlainn… you see, I need to reclaim my fortune." Earl gazed at him very intently. "I-I'm willing to trade some of my property. I need to retain my wealth - I sense that you and Salvatore will be the answer to this matter. It's unpleasant, living in a luxurious life while business pains me," Lochlainn noticed Dierdre moved in. She pulled up her fan and moved closer next to Harrington, trying to look very connected to him. "I simply don't have the time to run it anymore…"

Lochlainn made a quick glance at Dierdre and stared back at him for a moment. "Let me think about that. Maybe I'll talk to you later in the office."

Lady Ashton aroused in the middle of their conversation. "Pardon me, Duke Lochlainn," she said, with a subtle curtsey to show him proper respect, "but I thought this was a party of good taste."

"Lady Ashton! you look splendid tonight. I'm glad you're both here." Lochlainn replied in a feigned way.

She caught sight of Dierdre and gave a poised appearance to her. "It seems a bit of refuse somehow blew in from the streets."

Deirdre asked wryly. "How would you know, having never set one pampered foot into them?"

"I know well enough when something doesn't belong," Lady Ashton snapped back, "and a lady of your…station has no business showing her face here." trying to kill Dierdre in such ignominy.

"Of my 'station'?" Dierdre asked, coyly.

Earl butts in, defending Dierdre from Lady Ashton "... Lady Monaghan has earned her place to --"

She refuted in a very haugthy voice. "Earned?... by lying on her back and offering herself to you? You call that earned?"

Lochlainn stared at them, a mixture of pretentious curiosity and smile distorted his face. "Ladies, this is a noble occasion, perhaps it would be better to leave your feud off the occasion and just enjoy the night." smiling at them with a glint of pretentiousness bliss. He directed an impassive significant look towards Salvatore, making it quite clear that he could guess what he's thinking about from afar. Salvatore stared at him hard in gloom and responded a nod with a quizzical look.

"I offer the Earl good company and grace on the harpsichord," she said pointedly, "as opposed to simply preening in front of a mirror."

"I've heard it told your fiance also has an ear for music," she said. Her smile kept its sweetness. Her eyes, however, narrowed in for the kill. "What can you offer him in that regard?"

He looked to Dierdre wryly for a long moment. Lady Ashton spoke to the female in a hushed tone. "He does. Tonight we're here for the great summer party our hosts have yet to grace us."

"Darling, I want you to meet some of my business associates..." The reason why he pulled her away was that he didn't want her stirring trouble. They had managed to fix things when she found out about his scandal with Deirdre, but she didn't trust her one bit.

"My love, a low-life like her shouldn't be here. You know how the Dukes prize their acquaintances on purity."

Lady Ashton's voice came to a stop as Delacroix's response sank in, "Now, I can spend the time by myself and send you home, or you can be respectful and be civil. You don't want trouble in the headlines tomorrow, do you, dear?" Delacroix paused for effect, aware that every eye locked on him.

They noticed the silence from Lochlainn as he paused again. He observed their reaction, gauging their sudden resentment.

Lady Ashton shook her head and nodded as she hooked her arm with his. She hated being put in place in such social situations. "Let's enjoy tonight."

After a few moments of silence, Lochlainn took a deep breath and spoke. "Very well then… let's get inside." they marched on side by side.

Time passed - the guest finally settled. Sauvignon Blanc, procured from Southwestern France, was served and more preeminent adult drinks by wine steward. The ambiance was so alluring, and a bit eccentric melded with Salvatore's violin playing a piece of beautiful, eerie music echoing the hallway and the room. Inside, dimly lit by the guttering flames of black candles across the room, while candles cascade a line through its body as it melts. The atmosphere on that very night was so luxurious and lustful, pervading the manor.

APPEARANCE

NAME & TITLE: Lochlainn Alberich (Prof. Edmund Boers)

AGE: 268 years old

ETHNICITY: Denmark Danish

EYES: Sterling Grey

WEIGHT: 108 lbs

HEIGHT: 5'5

RELATIONSHIP: Tora Vizier (mother), Count Cynfael Alberich of Berlington (father), David (brother), and Yrsa (sister) *he is the youngest among the siblings.

HOBBIES: Fond of reading old books and listening to classical music, a Scribbler and Pianist. Incantation.

ABILITIES & STRENGTH:
- Runic/Spells Cipher – able to read/chant runes and spells.

- Hypnosis and Telepathy – affect or directly influence or communicate people’s minds to their command.

- Illusion – ability to create, shape and illusions, causing targets to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive things differently from what they truly are.

- Blood Flow Vision and Stealth.

- Dark Arts Spells.

WEAKNESS: Fire and Holy symbols/chants.

HISTORY:
In the 16th century, amidst the grandeur of Copenhagen, Denmark, Lochlainn Alberich came into the world. Raised within the regal confines of monarchs, his father was none other than King Cynfael Alberich IV, ruler of the land in an aristocratic oligarchy. The might of the Rosenborg, bolstered by a formidable army and blade armaments infused with ancient Celtic spells from a divine enchanter, fearlessly swept through wars, shattering territories and kingdoms across the expanse of Denmark.

Yet, Lochlainn's path diverged from his father's ideals. Growing up, he held a fervent antagonism toward his father's rules and reforms, vehemently opposing the use of Celtic spells to attain power and prestige, which led to unjust battles. As time unfurled its tapestry, he chose to rebel, seeking means to attain power outside his father's dominion. Delving into occult tomes and embracing dark arts, he entered into a contract with the Vade Maecum, all to secure his ascendancy and reshape the legacy his father had forged.

In 1742, a woman named Nathalie entered the royal court of Rosenborg. Her beauty enchanted all, even the king himself, and her knowledge dazzled. However, Lochlainn remained skeptical due to her meticulous demeanor, sensing an ulterior motive beneath her alluring facade.

It was Nathalie who unraveled her lore and secrets to Lochlainn, fostering an unprecedented trust between them. Within the confines of his chamber, he conducted dark incantations, a clandestine endeavor that eventually led to his discovery by a vigilant royal guard. The revelation reached his father's ears, igniting a tense confrontation. The consequence of his rebellion was dire: arrest and confinement within the depths of the citadel's underground cells. Lochlainn's once exalted status as the monarch's heir dwindled, replaced by the shadow of impending execution for his dark sorcery and rebellion.

Yet, a twist of fate arrived one fateful night when Nathalie appeared at his cell door, offering a lifeline. With each interaction, his trust in her deepened. In the face of life and death, she presented him with a choice – a choice she preferred him to make freely. And thus, an agreement was forged between them, altering the trajectory of his destiny.

The march of years led to the 19th century, and Lochlainn's journey found him traversing the expanse from Denmark to London. There, he erected the Coventry Academy, a beacon of education for the English elite. Within its walls, a clandestine society took root – the Knights of King Aksel Høj, an assembly of vampires whose name paid homage to his great-grandfather and his own lineage of dark arts. Through the passages of time, his loyalty remained unwavering to Queen Nathalie, a figure akin to a maternal beacon guiding him through a world teeming with shadows and secrets.
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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖊 #1




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𝕮𝖑𝖆𝖓: 𝔓𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔫 ℭ𝔩𝔞𝔫
𝕾𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖘 & 𝕿𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙: 𝔚𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔱𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯. ℌ𝔞𝔰 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔢𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔩𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔶, 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔩𝔢𝔡𝔤𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔱𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯'𝔰 𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶, 𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔠𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔠𝔢.
𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞: ℑ𝔫𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢, 𝔄𝔡𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔯, 𝔅𝔬𝔩𝔡 & ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔬𝔲𝔰, 𝔉𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔶, ℑ𝔫𝔡𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔠.
𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: 𝔄 𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔱𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔘𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔞 𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔫. ℌ𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰, ℜ𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔏𝔢𝔳𝔞𝔯. ℌ𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔰𝔬 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔠𝔢𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔭𝔦𝔠 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 ℜ𝔲𝔫𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔞, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔶, 𝔏𝔬𝔠𝔥𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔠𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔢.
QUEST #𝟏


𝔏𝔬𝔠𝔥𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔫𝔳𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔯𝔫 ℭ𝔯𝔶𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔱𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰, ℜ𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔏𝔢𝔳𝔞𝔯, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔧𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔱 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔲𝔫𝔠𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 ℌ𝔢𝔵𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔥.

𝕵𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝕽𝖚𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖆




ℑ𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔧𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔞 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔡 𝔏𝔬𝔠𝔥𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔱𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯. 𝔅𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔄𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔒𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔶 𝔢𝔫𝔳𝔦𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔥𝔫𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔶 𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔠𝔬𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔐𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔰. ℌ𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔲𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰.

𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰, 𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔰 𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔲𝔱-𝔬𝔣-𝔱𝔥𝔢-𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔱𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔡𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔥𝔦𝔪 𝔞𝔰 𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔣 ℜ𝔲𝔫𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔞.


Discovering Own's Mystery



The next day after, I woke up early, grab my cloak and make my way out of the house. I rushed to my hangout place at the University Courtyard to meet my fellow friends and asked for help. Shortly after while waiting at the Courtyard, Professor Heimerdinger appeared out of thin air.

“YAAAHHH! P-PROFESSOR!” I screamed, I was snapped right of the place in shock.

“What are you up to young man this early at the courtyard?” he asked.

“Uhmm, nothing Herr Professor,” I said “…just slackin’ off.”

“Oh! Is that so? Perhaps you need your lone time, do you?” He took of his protective glasses, “Young man, be sure you won’t miss the event later. Hope to see you around.” He urged in a very polite manner.

“Herr Professor, I’m very sure it is of deem a success for the University under your name.” I complemented Professor Heimerdinger.

He replied with full of happiness, “Yes it is! It is for the future of Piltover University and of the Hextech community. Do be proud of it. You are one of the descendants of Piltovan forefathers. The son of science and technology.”

Shortly after, he leaves out-of-our discussion. But I called him once more,

“Professor!”

“Yes?” turned his head back on me.

“Sorry to bother you Herr Professor, I have question.” I said, I stayed polite, even though I’ve been thinking if I should be asking him the question I recently talked about with Professor Temarr.

“Go on,” he replied. “I insist.”

“Hextech… I’m wondering where does it originally came from. Tell me professor, does Piltover really discovered it or produced it?” I said. “I think it would be great if the answer will come from you.”

“Alright, you really wanted to now, do you?” He said as firmly as he could.

“Boy, do I!” I tried to keep a polite smile on my face, “Professor Heimerdinger, ever since when I was just a kid up until now, I never cease on looking for answers. My curiosity always drives me crazy.” I added.

“Well then, around the borders and corners of Piltover, many says Hextech crystals was founded by Giopara Clan under the wilderness of Shurima region, and according to the rumors, it was guarded by a scorpion who also live in there. Others says, it was produced by Ferro Clan, and the proof is Camille, who bears sharp blades with Hextech body augmentation. Many wonders if she is now more machine than woman. But…” He sighed.

“… ‘But’ what professor?” I asked impatiently, my heart pounds. “Is that it?”

“Honestly young man, it’s not a great call to divide the lore of Hextech for the future generations.” He muttered, with serious looks.

“What do you mean professor?” I asked, thinking and wondering and feeling deep thoughts. “Y-you mean both of the s-stories are true?”

“Yes! it is, when Jayce found out the potential of this powerful crystal, the Ferros clan find its way to produce it for the need of their family. Her family understands sacrifices. Most of Ferros wealth came through harvesting these rare crystals at Shurima from the Brackern crystalline scorpion.” He continued, “Even her great great aunt lost an arm during an early expedition to this crystal, her sacrifices inspired the Ferros family motto: 'For famill, will I give.'”

He added in a very relax manner, “… utilizing shadow investment in Chemtech and Runic Alchemy, they developed a less powerful, but easier to make, synthetic hex-crystals.”

I was enthralled, hooked up in the story even after the story was finished.

“More mysteries are still out there hanging inside and outside the corners of Piltover, needed to be discovered. Young man, I suppose you need to discover you own mystery.” He speaks conspicuously.

Perhaps, Professor Heimerdinger is right. May be discovering my own mystery will open my eyes to this subtling world of magic. In few moments, Professor Heimerdinger heads back to his office. I noticed my friends at the courtyard, with their strange looking eyes.

“You’re both late again?” I teased them, do our usual handshake signature.

Raild Boers, the brightest and smartest person from our group, and Levar Lahti, the jester in the group. I do really love them both, I enjoy every moments when I’m with them. They’re like brothers to me.

“Not that I’m aware of, but seems like you’re the one who’s late now huh!” Raild shook a good-natured finger at me, trying to stir-up the ambiance.

“W-why? Am I?” I asked.

Levar laughed. “Loky of Phelan Clan, we waited on you till you finished your life-and-death discussion with the Professor.”

“Okay Fine,” I murmured, I took my cloak off my back, stood beside them and put my arms around their shoulders. “Just to pay off the lost time. I’ll treat you both!”

“Sure thing, yes!” Raild speaks.

“YEAAAAAH, THAT’S MY BOY!” Levar Shouted, “Definitely it’s on you. You have to pay us back, you make us wait for an hour.” Both of them speaks in chorus.

They continued to tease me along the way. I fought hard not to be annoyed in front of them, but still it’s fine if it’s them who accompany me.


A Day in Piltover University




I am Lochlainn Alberich, from the Phelan Clan of Piltover. I was raised at the central part of Piltover. Both of my parents were Merchants, and I don't want to be Merchant after I graduate. How I wish to become Traveler one day, unveiling the wonders and secrets of this mystical world of Runeterra.

PILTOVER CREST

Piltover is a thriving, progressive city whose power and influence is on the rise. It is Valoran’s cultural center, where art, craftsmanship, trade and innovation walk hand in hand. Its power comes not through military might, but the engines of commerce and forward thinking. Situated on the cliffs above the district of Zaun and overlooking the ocean, fleets of ships pass through its titanic sea-gates, bringing goods from all over the world. The wealth this generates has given rise to an unprecedented boom in the city’s growth.

Piltover has - and still is - reinventing itself as a city where fortunes can be made and dreams can be lived. Burgeoning merchant clans fund development in the most incredible endeavors: grand artistic follies, esoteric hextech research, and architectural monuments to their power. With ever more inventors delving into the emergent lore of hextech, Piltover has become a lodestone for the most skilled craftsmen the world over.

I am always fond of reading books, the books that keep my eyes wide-open to the reality of my world, the adventures of well-known heroes and person. I lived with my parents at Piltover, but I never had that satisfaction or contentment. I always wanted to be something unique and... maybe cool. Though my family (Phelan Clan) are known Merchants in the region, it didn’t help. I know to myself that it will never be part of my plan and of my life. I felt like I was wired with the destiny that I will be Merchants just like my parents one day. But one day, I decided to cut loose, build my own path, and make my own rules.

On the day at the Piltover University, I’ve been thinking about a lot of things lately. I’m that kind of person who overthinks a lot. Well, I must say, I’m not perfect at all, but it keeps on driving me crazy. I went to the University Library, of course to read books of old. By that time, I sat on the nearest table near the book shelf. I tossed the book on the table that creates a bit of noise.

BANG!

“Shhhhh,” The old lady librarian give me a strange look from her desk.

“Sorry,” I said in a small voice. “Now, let’s see what I’ve got here” I said, looking on the books I took. “The books of prominent people and their odyssey, oh boy!” in a low voice, “…soon I will be one of them, and my name will be on that list.” I whispered, full of hope and faith while looking at the pictures. I just believe I can be like them. Then I started imagining and day-dreaming about myself on a great expedition with my friends Raild and Levar, seeing the bigger picture.

In a short while, light broke the moment when my colleague called me, “Herr Lochlainn! Professor Temarr is ‘bout to start. Pack your things and Hurry!” pointing at the direction to the room.

“Oh! Y-yesss. I’m on my way,” I answered, pressing forward.

I’m already on my seat and Professor Temar started his discussion about Hextech and some sort of things.


“Hextech… it is one of the greatest and well-known discovery of Piltover. Invented by the greatest minds of Piltover, our founding fathers, yes!” Professor Temarr explained in a loud voice, enough to fill the room. “It is elemental and spirit magic combined with technology; Invented and largely used in Piltover and areas of Piltovan influence, Brackern Crystal are integral in creating authentic Hextech devices…” He shook and points out his finger at the board.

Suddenly, Professor Heimerdinger break into the room and interrupts Professor Temarr in his discussion, “Indeed! Herr Temarr, children of Piltover, one of its abilities is to animate and empower technological devices as a fuel source, as well as prolong lifespan.” Speaks in bright and yordlely voice.

“Oh yes! Gentlemen, Professor Heimerdinger!” Temarr exclaimed, looking at Professor Heimerdinger on eyes-wide open.

It’s the first time I saw the Professor, I’ve read a lot ‘bout him and his intricate and neurotic obsession in technologies and nerdy stuffs. Well, they say he was famous in his contribution to the hextech and scientific community, and unbelievably he was a Yordle scientist in Piltover. I mean not surprisingly, he’s too bright about his ideas and invention concepts, qualified to contribute to Piltover who also embraced over years and years of inventions and technology, driven like their lifestyle.

“Tomorrow morning children, we will show the citizens of Piltover the power of invention. Be proud children of science… Oh boy! Can’t wait…” Professor Heimerdinger announce and leaves the room in a rush.

“Okay then, gentlemen…” Professor Temarr continues to discuss.

Now that they mentioned about Hextech. I’m a bit getting interested on the ‘Brackern Crystal’ Curiously, I was thinking far more than that.

Within seconds, the bell rang, ‘class is over’.

“Okay! Looks like we’ve been into some sorts of deep knowledge and excellent Hextech discussion today. So do we… let’s call it day gentlemen.” Professor Temarr gave smile to the class, as he put down the book.

A sudden noise inside the hall augments, chattering all-over the place. I decide to stay inside until my colleagues’ leaves the venue empty, to ask Professor about few things. Few-at-a-time, everyone departs the room. Professor Temarr and I was left inside the hall. I did make my way down the aisle to Professor Temarr.

“Herr Lochlainn of Phelan Clan, how do you do?” Professor Temarr asked while cleaning up his desk.

I replied, “I-I’m fine professor… I just wanted to asked ‘bout something, would you mind my dear professor?”

He paused for a moment and still said nothing, even gave me a strange look. I wondered if he was mad at me or what he’s thinking.

“No… not at all, w-what is it in your mind?” Temar said, reading my mind.

“I just wanted to know… where does Brackern Crystal came from.” I asked curiously and sounded serious, too serious. Just as serious as I look at Professor Temarr.

Professor Temar paused for a moment, and looks at me with full of oddness. I’m not so sure what does he think about me, but I’m in a cold sweat, like did I say something wrong? or is it too confidential that no one should know about? I laid back and avertedly speak, “Professor, if it’s impossible to be told or perhaps confidential, that’s fine with me. I won’t insist”

“No, look Loki my boy, I was just thinking, why so serious about this? you really wanted to know, do you?” Temar oddly asked. “Well… yes? If you don’t mind to…” I quickly responded.

“Through my entire life as professor here, this is the only time I met someone like you who genuinely puts his interest to asked that kind of question…” he dropped down his thing at the table and continues to speak,"…but let me tell you this. There are many rumors around the city about its origin of Brackern Crystal. Take a seat first.” I grab a seat and sat down near the table.

“There are different stories where Hextech or Hexcrystal started. According to the lore, the Clan Ferros produces these crystals for their devices. Other story says, it is a discovery from Clan Giopara from their expedition to Shurima that they found the Brackern crystals, they don't know how to use it and they start believing that it's just a normal paint blue rock. However, Jayce manage to unlock the crystal potential. That’s what the story said, but I don’t believe in any of those.” He stood up, finished the story, and leaves the room. I paused and leaned back at my seat, lingered over the story, trying to unsolved the mystery of Brackern crystal silently.


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