Post by Drakira on Apr 2, 2019 20:33:10 GMT
NAME: Ithilsyn Arakhael
BORN: Ghrond
AGE: Around 200
Sited far to the north of the bleak continent of Naggaroth, Ghrond is a fortress city governed by Morathi herself who rules this legendary place of decadence without compromise. It is here that the sorceresses of the Dark Convent are tasked with the never-ending duty of staring into the lights that dance through the snowstorms in the northern skies, watching for patterns in the Chaos winds that might bring prophecies or visions that would give the Dark Elves advantage in their desire to rule over all.
Born of one such sorceress who was permitted the reward of male company following an auspicious vision, Ithilsyn was taken away as an infant and raised like the rest of such children, by wet nurses and later by tutors in the dark arts of sorcery. Many would not survive their training, those that went mad were simply killed, others would succumb to the backlash of the spells that they would attempt to cast. Ithilsyn showed a natural affinity to the wielding of dhar, even an understanding of how to pluck a particular strand of the winds of magic to refine a spell. As she matured, so did her power, and soon she too found herself at Ghrond’s pinnacle staring into the dancing lights as her mother did so long ago.
It was here that she received insight into Morathi’s ever-growing madness. Her decadence and thirst for power was well known, as too was her hatred for those who had denied her son his birth-right. Ithilsyn would see a vision of her revelling in sorcery without bounds, tearing down the waystones as the Druchii swept through Ulthuan. Whilst victory was near, their undoing too was so. As the stones were torn down, she would see the great Vortex in the heart of the Inner Sea waiver and fail; great monstrosities of Chaos spew forth into the world, nightmarish visions of a world ending in howls and laughter.
Troubled by such a sight, Ithilsyn kept this vision to herself, yet found herself disagreeing internally with the designs that filtered through to the Convent, from the Hag Queen herself. It seemed that she was indeed bent on a path that would lead to their ruin. The desire to rule over all was one thing, but was use was it when there was no world left to rule? Not only this, but rumours of a Lord of Ruin walking the lands, were presented to the Convent shortly before Malekith’s decree that male Sorcerers were now to be tolerated, as long as they proved themselves useful.
Her difference of perspective made life in Ghrond quite dangerous; should any sister learn of her leanings, her life would be forfeit horribly.
As plans for a new invasion came, Ithilsyn knew that she had to integrate herself into the war, and steer fate to prevent the disasters that would come to pass if they were allowed. There was much at stake, and the seeress knew that she must use all of her powers to ensure that she was at the head of it all. Whatever the price.
BORN: Ghrond
AGE: Around 200
Sited far to the north of the bleak continent of Naggaroth, Ghrond is a fortress city governed by Morathi herself who rules this legendary place of decadence without compromise. It is here that the sorceresses of the Dark Convent are tasked with the never-ending duty of staring into the lights that dance through the snowstorms in the northern skies, watching for patterns in the Chaos winds that might bring prophecies or visions that would give the Dark Elves advantage in their desire to rule over all.
Born of one such sorceress who was permitted the reward of male company following an auspicious vision, Ithilsyn was taken away as an infant and raised like the rest of such children, by wet nurses and later by tutors in the dark arts of sorcery. Many would not survive their training, those that went mad were simply killed, others would succumb to the backlash of the spells that they would attempt to cast. Ithilsyn showed a natural affinity to the wielding of dhar, even an understanding of how to pluck a particular strand of the winds of magic to refine a spell. As she matured, so did her power, and soon she too found herself at Ghrond’s pinnacle staring into the dancing lights as her mother did so long ago.
It was here that she received insight into Morathi’s ever-growing madness. Her decadence and thirst for power was well known, as too was her hatred for those who had denied her son his birth-right. Ithilsyn would see a vision of her revelling in sorcery without bounds, tearing down the waystones as the Druchii swept through Ulthuan. Whilst victory was near, their undoing too was so. As the stones were torn down, she would see the great Vortex in the heart of the Inner Sea waiver and fail; great monstrosities of Chaos spew forth into the world, nightmarish visions of a world ending in howls and laughter.
Troubled by such a sight, Ithilsyn kept this vision to herself, yet found herself disagreeing internally with the designs that filtered through to the Convent, from the Hag Queen herself. It seemed that she was indeed bent on a path that would lead to their ruin. The desire to rule over all was one thing, but was use was it when there was no world left to rule? Not only this, but rumours of a Lord of Ruin walking the lands, were presented to the Convent shortly before Malekith’s decree that male Sorcerers were now to be tolerated, as long as they proved themselves useful.
Her difference of perspective made life in Ghrond quite dangerous; should any sister learn of her leanings, her life would be forfeit horribly.
As plans for a new invasion came, Ithilsyn knew that she had to integrate herself into the war, and steer fate to prevent the disasters that would come to pass if they were allowed. There was much at stake, and the seeress knew that she must use all of her powers to ensure that she was at the head of it all. Whatever the price.