What if Kurel found out Caemris killed off his former loves and mailed him each of their fingers? It could happen you know.
Saudria An’Diel: Sister. Lover. Once Queen of The Black Mirage. While Vishak took delight in misusing his bastard son and feeding him to the arenas of his proud desert city, Saudria took pity on Kurel. When the world treated him like an animal, she was there secreting rations away to keep him strong and comfort him in the darkest period of his young life. Decades turned and all he fought, he fought for her. Until the lecherous nature of all the An’Diel sons drove a wedge of jealousy between them. Saudria pledged to marry an outsider, one born not within the protective walls and would see him rule by her side over Kurel. So Kurel plotted with the rogue bronze drake Archerous to take Saudria’s betrothed and deposit him somewhere in the veils of time. One war and two decades of slavery that cost Kurel more than just his vision, he was rescued and returned to his beloved city in the sands and into the loving embrace of his sister once more. However, his debt to Archerous was still unpaid and Saudria would learn of Kurel’s double crossing twenty years ago. Saudria knew banishing him from The Mirage and Tanaris was a greater punishment than any death she could sentence him to. Betrayed by love and by family, Kurel was thrust into the outer world without any knowledge of it.
If Caemris sent her finger neatly packaged in a box, the question would be ‘How’? Archerous had taken her, had he now brought her back? Returned her to the present day? What would she do? Work with the warlock against him? Killing their brother Vekryn was necessary to maintain dominion over their desert sect… but even after all the agony, could he run his sword through his sister? Even after all these years. All the bad blood between them.
Alyadria Sunvein: High Priestess of Belore and former leader of the Hand of Belore Order. She was unlike anything he’d ever encountered in his life. He was born of chaos and shadow and she was the opposite, born of tragedy and light. She was the power of the sun embodied and every time she touched him it burned his flesh. For reasons Kurel can never explain, in his infinite field of black that he peered into, her light lit up his darkness like the brightest stars in the night. When she summoned her magic, he beheld a splendor of beauty before him unlike he’d ever known or would ever know again. The first thing that he could see since his sight had been taken. For years he served her as protector and confidant, carrying out her will, and giving his all to be something that she would desire. For all his efforts, they were not wasted and by some grace of fortune she grew to love him. Shadow demands the balance of Light and vice versa. Between them something happened, the priestess’ light fused to the warrior’s core of darkness and they became inseparable. Or so was want to be believed.
To this day Kurel has no idea where Alyadria left to. Assured by his brother Zelphryin, she parted of her own volition and was not taken. Kurel resisted the urge to pursue her and when he came to terms that he was no longer the Harbinger of Belore, no longer the guardian of the High Priestess, or wanted by her, Kurel followed Mirage tradition and severed his left ring finger from his hand. The bond between them was shattered in that moment and the agony of always feeling her miles from him, faded.
If Caemris sent the finger of Alyadria Sunvein to Kurel. It would not be a simple death sentence. Kurel would move hell and heaven to erase Caemris from ever having existed.
Kelliann Morningshield: Purveyor of Siren’s Bounty. Captain of the Mermaid’s Song. How better to move on from the love of your life, to a teenage old flame and one so very incompatible. Kelliann Morningshield gave him every tool he needed to survive in the sea trade. More than that, she sought to restore him as the desert marauder, the faceless monster that had once been feared among so many clans from The Great Sea to the mountain edges of Silithis. The Kurel seen today is the Kurel she sculpted from the ashes of all that had come before her. She empowered him by feeding the tyrannical nature and in doing that, was perhaps their ultimate downfall. Mother of his only known child, her desire to return to the desert and raise their offspring in the ways and traditions of their homelands conflicted only because of their warring clans. Even at the docks of Sunspire, between them they embodied the centuries long feud between the shadows of The Mirage and the Sun power of the Snakes.
He would not go. She would not concede to let their daughter be raised in the way of the Mirage and took the infant to Uldum and her Sun worshiping Snake people.
If Caemris sent the finger of Kelliann Morningshield to him in a decorative box, his reaction would be quite simple. There is no place in the desert for the weak.
[You are such an asshole, but thanks for the prompt. Kurel’s love life paraphrased. @thecaemrisheartreaver]
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