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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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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[Still she nods.] I need to defend myself. And seeing can't do that. Not properly.
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[ She nods, her eyes dark as she watches Clara, clever and interested. ]
And thus you choose blood magic. A worthy idea, if nothing else.
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[Clara repeats this words aloud to sear them in her memory. She'll go those places eventually. Once she's learned all she can to protect herself. She couldn't deal with the shame of asking for help.]
Ideas are all we've got until we make them more. I'd like to think I choose the best to make real.
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[ She nods, hovering, watching, for a moment, shifting a little, before she feels her lip twitch. ]
Tell me. You have no concerns drawing your own blood?
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Well, I'm exactly pleased about it. Not like I get off on that sort of thing. But if it's what must be done then complaining about it is pointless. Blood is part of who I am. And if it can help me with this sort of thing then I'll draw it as much as I have to. The end is what matters. Not the means.
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[ She moves, reaching into the depths of her robe, her cloak, before she draws out a small knife; it fits in her hand as if made for it, the hilt bone, and she holds it out to Clara with the blade between her fingertips. ]
Cut your finger.
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Is this really worse than watching your mum die? Or being having soul torn apart thread by thread? Is it worse than watching the man you love just walk right by you to some other woman? Or to call out to someone who's not even there in his final hours?
Of course not. It's nothing compared to that. With a heavy sigh, she presses the knife into her finger. Her body flinches and she wants to turn her head away. It's that human instinct that hates the sight of blood. But still she stands firm, raising her hand to eye level as the river of blood slowly runs down her finger and stains the crevices of her palm.]
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As soon as the blood is drawn Lauralae comes forward, her eyes dark, flicking over the swell of it before she breathes out and closes her eyes. She has wolf-senses, she can feel it, and her heart races in her chest even as she attempts to continue her lesson. Shardbearer magic has such great power that it is akin to a drug, desperate and heady. ]
Feel it. Inside the blood is power. Inside that mark is the strength that makes you what you are. You bare your skin and the strength that is inside of you and there is only that. Feel it.
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Then she moves back to her bloodied finger, trying to feel this power that Lauralae was talking about. Her eyes close. The blood on her hands is warm, almost soothing, but there's a hot spark contained within, refusing to let it cool.]
I feel it.
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The girl is a fast learner, accepting what she must in order to use magic. Something like pride but far less kind settles inside of Lauralae and she nods her head, lifting her arm again. This time she does nothing more than draw her sleeve back, pulling out a knife and drawing her own blood, to show, to teach and educate. ]
You can reach out with it. Your magic is not trapped inside of you; you can use it to move, to press, to pull, and you must try. It may not be trapped only in runes.