Post by Sevirris on Jun 21, 2019 9:07:24 GMT
Name: Tassae
Born: secret
Age: roughly 22 winters
Profession: Magus
Story:
The story of Tassae begins, in a more southern land. Her mother was a gunsmith and her father remains unknown to her. At an early age she has shown affinity with the winds and suppressed it as best she could. All that is murky to her... oftentimes little more than glimpses in dreams.
One day there was a chaos raid. Her mother slaughtered by one of them right in front of her, whilst leaving Tassae for dead. However that is not where her story ends. Cursing all the gods she knew... and even those she did not.
There was only rage left, in her heart and the will to carry it out through any means. With what remained of her strength she has crawled to the still light forge and cauterized her wound. Passing out, in the process.
When she woke up... she was in a very different place. A magus it would seem has been impressed by her fortitude or so he said. Tassae did not care, for the truth of it... not really. The only things that mattered were power and her target. In time she learned, how to bend the truth to her own ends, for all good lies are based in reality and believable. How to weave sorceries and even bend Deamons to her will.
Alas after years of study there had come a point, where her master became so invested in his schemes that he did not pay her any mind. And what good is a student, without a teacher? When she learned all she could from his books she has departed the Inevitable City to follow the rumors of a warlord baring fleshen banners of the serpent.
The first raid was quite successful, in her eyes. Retrieving a powerful weapon and good first impression. Even managed to convince the warlord's apprentice to teach her.
Talking to the warlord, for the first time was... incredibly humiliating and a slight she will not forget anytime soon. That however is something he does not need to know, for the time being she still has use for him. And after the next raid... a farther incursion she managed to become his acolyte.
Born: secret
Age: roughly 22 winters
Profession: Magus
Story:
The story of Tassae begins, in a more southern land. Her mother was a gunsmith and her father remains unknown to her. At an early age she has shown affinity with the winds and suppressed it as best she could. All that is murky to her... oftentimes little more than glimpses in dreams.
One day there was a chaos raid. Her mother slaughtered by one of them right in front of her, whilst leaving Tassae for dead. However that is not where her story ends. Cursing all the gods she knew... and even those she did not.
There was only rage left, in her heart and the will to carry it out through any means. With what remained of her strength she has crawled to the still light forge and cauterized her wound. Passing out, in the process.
When she woke up... she was in a very different place. A magus it would seem has been impressed by her fortitude or so he said. Tassae did not care, for the truth of it... not really. The only things that mattered were power and her target. In time she learned, how to bend the truth to her own ends, for all good lies are based in reality and believable. How to weave sorceries and even bend Deamons to her will.
Alas after years of study there had come a point, where her master became so invested in his schemes that he did not pay her any mind. And what good is a student, without a teacher? When she learned all she could from his books she has departed the Inevitable City to follow the rumors of a warlord baring fleshen banners of the serpent.
The first raid was quite successful, in her eyes. Retrieving a powerful weapon and good first impression. Even managed to convince the warlord's apprentice to teach her.
Talking to the warlord, for the first time was... incredibly humiliating and a slight she will not forget anytime soon. That however is something he does not need to know, for the time being she still has use for him. And after the next raid... a farther incursion she managed to become his acolyte.