LAURALAE
COURT None
TITLE N/A; Witch of Nimh Gleanne
OCCUPATION Witch, teacher
ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL Wolf form
RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Nimh Gleanne
RESIDENCE IN 2,702 Unknown; travelling
MAJOR EVENTS
THE MAGIC GUILD
Lauralae meets Saber who promises to introduce her to the Magic Guild to help her with her curse - the first to know some of the finer details - in return for assistance with regards to blood magic and bonding. [ ✖ ]
BLESSING IORVETH
At the Pool of Souls at Samhain Lauralae leaves Iorveth with a mark of her lips on his hand; a blood magic blessing, it keeps him from some measure of harm for when she is away from him. [ ✖ ]
TOUCHING CLARKE
The very first time Lauralae has embraced someone since she was a young girl. [ ✖ ]
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SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS Lauralae's foremost desire before timeskip began was to expand her range of power and adapt for her survival now that she has found a shardholder that she has claimed as her own; she means to protect him, if only so she can claim her shard as his own as soon as possible. Spending time with Iorveth has not softened her at all - if anything it has hardened her and made her more difficult to be around, her rather violent nature, inspired by her curse, inflamed by his company and his own rather cruel turn.
Throughout the timeskip itself Lauralae had moved around, travelling from place to place in order to learn as much as possible about shard magic and what she might be able to use it for. She traded her own knowledge, blood magic and it's power, for whatever magic shard users could teach her and she holds on to it, craving it and uses it to further herself. She has learned how to control and manipulate water, to heal and obtained gifts - she also travelled to Redgate to learn more about blood granite, eventually obtaining some of her own.
She has grown a little more confident over the last year but she has also fallen prey to more of the darkness that she suffers from; she kills without hesitation, now, more than just to eat but also for defence, and she doesn't care about the lives she takes. In spite of that she does have more hope; knowing that she has people that name her friend who intend to help her softens the anger that she feels on a regular basis.
TIMELINE OF EVENTS
SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May) |
- APRIL - Meeting Harry Potter.
- APRIL - Meeting Sua and obtaining a pouch.
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SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug) |
- JUNE - Teaching Clara blood magic.
- JULY - Letter from the Brucolac.
- AUGUST - Letter from Clarke Griffin.
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FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov) |
- SEPTEMBER - Meeting Saber; invited to the Magic Guild and guided Saber to a bonding ritual.
- SEPTEMBER - Trading information for blood granite at the Brucolac's spire.
- OCTOBER - Samhain revels.
- OCTOBER - The Pool of Souls at Samhain.
- OCTOBER - Meeting Lavellan at Samhain.
- OCTOBER - Meeting Kieren at Samhain.
- OCTOBER - Meeting Flora at Samhain.
- OCTOBER - Meeting Grell at Samhain.
- OCTOBER - Meeting John, Shuck's Son, at Samhain.
- NOVEMBER - Letter and gifts from Clarke.
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WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb) |
- DECEMBER - Visiting and touching Clarke for the first time.
- DECEMBER - The Hart Hunt with Bellamy.
- JANUARY - Slaughtering assassins at Clarke's side.
- JANUARY - The Festival of Shadow.
- JANUARY - Stalking Morgana at the Festival.
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SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr) |
- MARCH - Teaching Wan to use blood magic.
- APRIL - Teaching Elizabeth of York to use blood magic.
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Late September - Nimh Gleanne
So, the king turned around and headed back to the Spire. Once she had the jerky, she sat on a low wall on the outskirts of the settled land to feed him. Her horse looked up and snorted at the sound of someone approaching, but a soft word from Saber calmed him as she looked over - her eagle perched on her shoulder and a tell-tale silver crown upon her brow - to see who was arriving.]
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An eagle. Creatures do not like her, her natural wolf form painting her as an enemy more than anything else, and she relents, frowning before she turns her head and steps forward. The woman, at least, is handsome enough, and not like to attack, and Lauralae lifts her head. ]
My lady.
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Saber took in the woman - a native from the looks of her - and nodded.]
Just Saber is fine. I am not feeling the need for formalities today.
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Her hands, covered in black, thin silk, fall to her side, the thick cloth of her robe dropping to cover them. For all that she seems young, gentle, Lauralae is dark and careful, her voice low and measured. ]
Not today? I am in luck, then, Saber.
[ She turns, nodding her head at the town. ]
What brings you to this place?
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I had been delivering a present to the Baroness. [A hand came up to stroke the eagle's head gently.] Her own golden eagle to train. And it is nice to see this Spire growing, to see the leaves in this forest begin to turn color.
[She looked back at the other woman.] May I have your name, my lady?
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[ She nods, turning her head to glance towards the Spire itself. The power of the Shardbearers grows and she wants to dip her feet into it, she wants to steal it for herself, to claim it to use it upon herself. If she can take it for her own she might well find a means to cure herself.
Still, she pauses, watches Saber before her lips curl, a barely-there smile. The power of this bearer is obvious and she breathes out. ]
I am Lauralae.
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[She tilted her head a bit.] Why do you think birds tend to dislike you? I am simply curious.
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[ She is stern when she says it, not wanting any kindness nor tenderness. She has no standing and that is how she prefers it, hiding herself away in the darkness and the shadows. She does turn, watching the bird, before she nods her head. Safe, true, and she appreciates that. ]
But I am a creature, of magic and darkness. All animals that may fall to the hunt do not disguise their hatred.
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[Saber spoke that all in a very conversational way, breaking off another piece of jerky for the eagle.]
So what does this creature of magic and darkness before me seek today?
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[ She is equally as conversational, simple and well gentle. She is an Aellyn mage, empowered by race and blood. When she smiles it's a little more dangerous, almost feral. ]
I came home, to collect items of value. To pay respects to those long gone.
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[Saber put the jerky away and the eagle took flight, circling overhead before settling on a nearby tree.]
Do you call the the Spire home or somewhere else within Nimh Gleanne?
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[ Her eyes trail after the bird, the eagle handsome, and she pauses, pursing her lips... But then she relaxes, body softening. ]
I have a house, left to me many years ago. I have not dared approach the Spires; I do not know their masters, nor their mistresses, and would not wish to offend.
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This one is more military based than the others, and there is a decent vampire presence here, but you would still be welcomed.
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Summer
It wasn't just the mystery that drew her in but the idea of magic. A raw magic that had power. She'd known magic before the battle and it had done her little good. In fact, her poor attempts to interpret the visions from the fairy bowl had nearly gotten her killed. It was useless. And she'd been as defenseless as a child on the day the Jabberwhelp struck Caer Glaem. Her scars were a bitter reminder of that. So when she'd heard the rumors, something within her had stirred and compelled her to go seek it out. It was, in a strange way, a way to regain her pride. Pride was a dangerous motivator.
So she entered the woods, dressed in a dark cloak to fit the quiet darkness of the shadowed trees. She was armed with a sword and had brought a chiseled stone from the Cothromach as an offering to the woman in exchange for learning new gifts. Now the question was... finding her. She'd sent a message to the forest but it hadn't been returned, though she was certain it had been received.
Clara raised her lantern over her head in order to light the path in front of her.]
Hello? It's... Clara. I'm looking for someone who could teach me magic. And I'm hopefully not just madly talking to the trees.
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She was a native, of course, restrictions smaller, but she still called upon the Unseelie as ally and trader. She would not let herself fall prey to anything that those of the Light might attempt upon her, after all, for then she would surely be trapped.
After a few more moments of silence she darts back into the shadows, her shape twisting and her flesh turning back to herself, her fingers stretching before she breathes out, hand on her stomach. It aches each time she does it, bone deep exhaustion, but she doesn't care. She will make do, as she has always done. Slowly, she turns and steps out from behind the trees, moving forward and making sure that the woman might see her, head tilted. ]
The trees may well speak back to you, human. I would not offer such dismissal.
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I've probably talked to trees before. Think I have. Mostly I was just looking for an excuse not to keep talking to myself.
[Clara watches the other figure step out from the shadows. She was certain that the woman had always been there, perhaps simply in another form. Naturally, she pushes her weight onto the back of her heels in case she has to whip around and make a run for it. But even still, she stands firm and looks the native in the eye.]
I've been looking for you. But I figure you already know that.
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[ She nods her head, watching Clara for a long moment before she steps out and offers a barely there bow, more of a twitch than anything else. Her hood shadows her and her arms are covered by the length of her cloak, but her hands are visible - covered in thin, black silk that looks thick despite being see-through. Are her hands black or is it just a trick of the light? ]
I did. You wish to learn magic.
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[Clara's eyes flit over the woman's hands. Long enough that she knows Lauralae caught her watching but quick enough that she has enough plausible deniability if called out. Trick of the light or not, Clara has a feeling that there is magic in the air and she must tread carefully.]
I do. If I'm to continue here. I must learn magic.
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[ She frowns, watching, judging, for a long moment, before she tucks them back behind her. Lauralae, for her part, does little more than nod, a sharp movement of her head. ]
I can teach you. What do you offer in return?
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[She reaches into her bag and pulls out a lovely obsidian stone that's been decorated with etched symbols and golden paint.]
A rare stone from the Cothromach. If it's not enough, I'm willing to barter other things.
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[ Lauralae hesitates before she holds out her hand. ]
Drop it to my palm. What is it's nature?
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It's not a common stone in the halls of the Cothromach. They've only found a few in all the time they've been hallowing out the halls of the city. Supposedly, they bring good fortune and some say they might have magical properties. That's just rumors though.
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The trade is done. We shall sit and you shall tell me all you know of magic.
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[She doesn't quite sit, but she leans against a tree and stares at the ground in front of her. It's mossy and dirty. The trees are so thick the grass barely grows.]
I have a magic seeing bowl. Fill it with rain water and I see... visions. Of the past, future, sometimes even things that are happening right now. But they're vague. Unreadable. When I've tried in the past I've gotten them entirely wrong.
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[ Her eyes flick, stepping closer. Her people - her once people - had always been closer with the Oracle than otherwise, and she breathes out before she nods her head. ]
You are untrained. I can teach you blood magic, yes, but I cannot help you on this matter. That is something you must do - find a Seer, learn to understand what you read, or your gifts will be wasted.
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