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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. [ ✖ ]

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.

SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug)

JUNE - Teaching Clara blood magic.
JULY - Letter from the Brucolac.
AUGUST - Letter from Clarke Griffin.

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.

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.

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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I would not. There is no one that I will let force me to my knees. I am more than what I seem and those that think otherwise learn for their mistake.

[ 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.

My Spires are all held by shardbearers, and you are welcome at any of them. The laws of Dorchadas apply, but we are Unseelie. [And with that came a lot of leniency when it came to a good bit of law.]

This one is more military based than the others, and there is a decent vampire presence here, but you would still be welcomed.

Unseelie. Masters of Riddlers and carriers of the Dark. I am glad to hear it.

[ She breathes out, pausing. She feels more kinship with them than any in the south, the Darkness calling for her more easily than the false Light of the Seelies themselves. Her power itself is dark, drawing on nothing more than her own existence to power it; how many of the southern mages would let an elf, cast out, using her blood to fight, draw breath at their side? ]

Vampir take no kindness when it comes to the elven, Saber, even one without heritage to her name.

Vampires in my Spires will not harm an elf without due cause. And an ancient blood feud along is not enough for me. Should you draw weapon or magic upon them, then they are entitled to defend themselves. Otherwise, if they wish Unseelie hospitality, they will leave an elf visiting a Spire for supplies or other honest things be.

The Unseelie do hold an alliance with the Aellyn. This is known to the vampires. Whether there are ways to tell by sight is not something I can say.

Edited 2015-03-28 01:12 (UTC)

I do not draw magic save to protect myself, Saber. No Vampir would come to harm if they faced me unless they thought my blood would be better used as decoration than power.

[ The rest of the sentence, though... She turns her head away, lips curling down into a twisted frown. ]

Do you know Aellyn culture, Saber? About our histories and our rituals, our laws?

I know very little other than what I have observed from the sorcerers commissioned to aid in the construction of each Spire. I have been meaning to learn more, but I am, generally, a busy person and have not found time for personal research.

I do have an interest in some of their magics. Do you hail from their bloodline or a Seelie-aligned one? [She didn't see pointed ears sticking out of Lauralae's hair, so Saber assumed she was a half-breed.]

[ Sorcerers. Of course. Her head turns, and she breathes out a soft noise. ]

I hail from their lands. I was, once, a trueborn daughter of the Aellyn, raised to be their child in magic and spirit. I would have been sent to you, I think, to raise your spires to great and powerful heights.

[ She turns her head, drawing back the curtain of her hair, revealing ears cut, shoddily, with what seemed to be a blunt knife many, many years before. ]

I am Aellyn no more.

[Now that was interesting. Now she knew why she hadn't seen any ears. Others may have thought it a cruel punishment, but to Saber it seemed no more than cutting a thief's finger off. Harsh, yes, but not cruel. Better a finger than their hand.]

By choice or by deed?

Deed.

[ She hesitates. The Unseelie alliance is with the Aellyn, not an exile, though she thinks they probably won't care to hear about her; she no longer exists as far as they are concerned. ]

A child's misjudgement.

[As far as Saber was concerned, whatever misjudgment Lauralae committed, she paid for it and so she would turn her over to the Aellyn.]

Which has hopefully lead to a more learned adult. I do not ask you to lay your mistakes before, but I wish to know what things would cause the Aellyn to cast out one of their own.

[ She hesitates. This is a secret she had told barely anyone, only two, and one of them had gone on to kill the other for her mistake.

Breathing out, she watches. ]

You are a shardholder. You are powerful. This is not a secret I tell easily.

I am a shardbearer, and I am powerful. But I am honorable. I know it is a rare thing among the Unseelie, but it is what I am.

Telling me is your choice. Should you choose not to speak of it, I not think any less of you. [They all had their secrets.]

[ She breathes, careful, a measured intake before she lets it out. ]

I stalked the floors of tomes I should not have approached. I sought knowledge that was not for my eyes.

[ It's not the entire story, and that's obvious enough; there are a thousand more things that she could say. She gives enough, though, she thinks, to barter, to wonder at this woman. Honourable, she says, as if that were so easy to believe. ]

It sounds as though someone should have done a better job of keeping it from your eyes. It is natural to seek knowledge, especially when it is known to be forbidden.

Did you find and take this knowledge, or did the tomes have minds of their own? [Saber knew enough about magecraft to know magic books could be dangerous.]

[ That almost draws a smile from her, her eyes glancing up to look at Saber again. ]

The tome had it's own mind. You have a fast mind, lady.

[ The book had been a spirit, more than anything else, seeking to possess her body, claim it for it's own; she had managed to cast it aside but not before she lost parts of herself, her hands baring the stain. ]

[Saber bowed her head slightly in acceptance of the compliment.]

I must have one. But I also have quite an amount of experience with things of a magical nature given the Age I am from. [In her own world, that was.]

A sentient tome... Did it harm you or another. [pause] Or perhaps even both? Such powerful things seek to claim the minds of those who read them without the proper preparations.

[ There's tension that coils around her, now, hands clenching a little. She doesn't mind, truly, someone knowing the source of her exile, but it is what comes after that she fears. The last time she had lost so much that her heart has barely recovered and this woman is a stranger, despite her station. ]

It wished to take me. I did not let it.

[ She glances away, breathing out. ]

I was not aware of what power it might have, unprepared for the depths of the danger I faced. A child's mistake, a lesson truly learned.

[And yet, Saber could tell it left scars behind that were not as easily seen as the shorn ears. Something like that latches onto the soul and tries to draw it in, scrabbling and clawing for purchase when one pulls away, leaving shreds in its wake.]

There are many well grown that would make the same mistake. But you were not claimed by it. That is something to be proud of, in the midst of your folly, to possess such willpower. A lesser man would have been consumed.

[As Saber spoke, her hand drifted to her jawline, fingers lightly running over the scrawling red lines found there. Yes, she knew very much about those kind of things...]

I am no lesser man.

[ Her eyes flick up and she watches, carefully, before she softens. Perhaps there is more than just curiosity that drives this one, that urges her to ask her questions. ]

But I lost some of myself. I do not think I am whole and I am but one woman. I have no people - but your alliance has no threat from me. I am nothing in their eyes. I do not exist in their memories.

The existence of one alone cannot topple such an alliance. I had not believe your presence would do so. And though you do not exist in their memories, you shall exist in mine, Lauralae.

[Her hand lowered back down to her side.]

Do you seek that which is missing of you?

I seek freedom. I do not know how to remove the chains that claim me.

[ She turns her head away, fingers flexing. They are black under her gloves, hidden away, and they are what she seeks to remove - that and the creature inside of her, eating at her spirit when she neglects herself. ]

Shardbearers have magic and offer myself for lessons on what is common to this world. Any tutor may hold the key to my freedom.

[Freedom from chains that she knew not how to remove... It reminded Saber so very much of herself, bound as she was to chivalry and honor, with Angra Mainyu pulling at her soul and whispering atrocious things into her mind, urging her that they were meant to be.

Saber got to her feet and crossed over to Lauralae, meeting her eyes.]

The magic I possess is not the same as magic of other shardbearers. I cannot teach it to you, but I may be willing to help. And I can set you up with the Magic Guild. The Premier is a shardbearer and my war mage. She will teach you if I ask it of her.

I would like to know more about what we are dealing with. I want you to be free. [Just as Saber wanted to be free.]

[ Her chains are different, she thinks, from others. A spirit that called for her, that reached to grasp at her body and stole a part of herself, that left her hands tainted with death and incapable of surviving the magic, now running free, without protection... But the chance to be free. It strikes at her and makes her pause, tilting her head to watch Saber with a careful, measured gaze. ]

You ask the entire truth of me in return for aid?

[ To go to the Magic Guild, to a war mage, to be aided, perhaps to find a means to separate herself. That seems far too great a prize. ]

That is your only cost?

Your ancestor's magic is of interest to me. [Saber was careful not to call the Aellyn Laurale's people, not certain how thin the line of exile was and not wanting to offend.] I do not deny that. There are things I seek through the magic of the Drabwurld, things I thought the Aellyn may know how to accomplish.

Tell me your truth, teach me of your ancestors and their magic. And remember. That is all I ask.

You are welcome to offer more than that if you feel it is not enough.

I will tell you all I know of what I learned, the magic that they taught me before I lost my path. I will give that to you, Saber. Know that it is pure magic, in it's deepest form, with blood a source, a gift to bring it to flower.

[ She pauses before she steps forward, careful. ]

You give me a great honour. I hold no love in my heart for those that carry shards and you have shown me kindnesses I have not earned, for your heart is lighter than my own. Will you accept a secret on top of my lessons, my histories, a gift to you to show my trust?

[ Lauralae watches Saber carefully, expression set. ]

The proof of my tale, a mark of my past that bares more ill to me than my ears ever have.

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