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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 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.

[Blood magic. Saber had heavy suspicions that the Aellyn practiced it, and the King knew that blood magic was perhaps the most powerful magic of the Drabwurld. Rin knew some blood magic and Saber, herself, had picked up what may be one of the most basic blood magic spells to keep a conversation only heard between those affected by the spell.

And it may be through that magic that Saber would learn of a way to link herself and Rin together, in a pact that was not a pact, an emotional connection where they would be able to sense each other and connect no matter the distance between them. Maybe this was the way. And Saber's blood... She was blood of the dragon. There was a lot of power in her blood, in her A++ Mana Rank.]

I will accept that which you wish to show me, that which you choose to trust me with; I am the Winter King. And though I am not your King and a shardbearer not from this realm, I care for the people of Dorchadas. I potect them... even those that claim no kin, no ties and walk alone.

My word is my honor, Lauralae. I will not speak of your secrets if you give them to me.

[ It's difficult to tell what either of them are thinking in these moments; they are both stern women, Lauralae thinks, and she is careful to regard Saber with a measured glance, not letting any of her emotions overwhelm her. When the promise comes it is enough and she moves, stepping back and bowing her head before she lifts her arms.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she rolls back the sleeves of her robe, baring her forearms; one side has deep scratches, made with what seems to be human nails, scarred onto the flesh while the other side is littered with marks, wounds that have healed to scar only to be reopened again. The price of blood magic when palms cannot be used. Finally, bared, she moves, drawing off the gloves on her hands - only to bare them to Saber, blackened and wrong. ]

Do not touch them.

[ She is quick to give the warning, in case the thought had passed through Saber's mind. ]

The true chain that binds me, a curse that I do not know the name of. The thing inside the book crept through my skin, tried to take me, and was so far gone by the time I had fought it's hold. They have skin, yes, but black, and magic is not barred nor hidden. I have no control over their power, only knowing that a single touch can burn or bleed anyone that dares consider it.

[ A deadly weapon but, at the same time, an isolating one. She has not touched another person skin on skin since she was a true Aellyn. ]

[Possession. Something parasitical, trying to consume her. Again, Saber felt similarity between herself and the elf, for when - if. If Angra Mainyu fully consumed Saber, her skin would turn as black as shadow with the red lines woven all over her body. She fought against it every moment. But still, it was different for Saber had accepted Angra Mainyu, choosing to house all the evils of the world within her for the chance to continue on. She could have died, but had the will to refuse death.

Similar but different.

Even with the warning, Saber moved on hand toward Lauralae's hands, though she did stop short of touching her. She closed her eyes and concentrated, trying to sense the presence of the second entity.]

Will you allow me to test a few things in an attempt to understand this other being?

[ She pauses, hesitant. Her fingers curl back, clenched hands, and her eyes rake over the other woman, on edge and a little lost before she breathes out. She has never had much faith in the Shardholders, never thought them great beyond the magic they possessed, but this was a kindness she had not expected to see in one. The offer of help, more than anything else, rather than her craving the urge to steal their power and make it her own... That settles her.

What is obvious, from the sense of power, is the way that the half-there entity that tried to take her feasts upon her body and her magic. If she does not feed herself with meats the magic tears at her flesh, making her limbs weaker and her body thinner; it feeds on her if she does not care for herself, coiling around her and drawing strength from her starvation. She does not know it's name, only that it feasts on her pain with glee. ]

I will. Heed my warning, Saber. My hands burn and spark like wildfire and I know no way to stop them, save my gloves.

I understand your warning.

[Saber spoke quietly as she took in what she sensed. Her perceptions weren't as great as those of the Caster Class, but she was a spirit herself, if of a unique variety. And because of the Angra Mainyu inside herself, she knew what things to look for. But she didn't get as good of a picture as she wanted.

Slowly, Saber took the glove of her left hand off and rolled her sleeve up. She then held her arm out before her, eyes locking on Lauralae's.]

But I will need you to touch my arm with them for several seconds. It will tell me the flow of energy regarding your curse. Before you begin protesting, allow me to show you something.

[Saber pulled a common dagger from her boot and slashed it quickly across her arm. Blood welled up, showing the flesh had indeed been cut. But then Saber pulled a handkerchief out after sliding the dagger back into her boot and wiped the blood up. There was no indication that Saber had ever been cut other than the blood staining the cloth.]

Yes, you will hurt me, but I will heal it. It will also tell me how much magic is in your curse.

[There was always the possibility that her very high Magic Resistance would protect her from the touch if it was magical in nature. Most magic just slid off her because of it.]

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