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@lordglaerunspellshadow
What do you think would happen if Zyra'lith's first husband was still alive and wanting her back? Do dragons share? Would you accept her having a consort situation like Alexstaza?
Glaerun does not share...if he wanted her so bad then he should have been there for her and would see that the man never would -touch- her again let alone look at her....
What other relations that are important to Glaerun?
Other than his children? None really that I can think of...Around others he is rather silent.
Who is Ayamei to you?
The mage had just finished speaking when the next question reached his ears. His gaze going to the fire staring blankly “She is my daughter.Blood relations be damned she is mine and I would not stand for anyone saying otherwise.”“Again, I am sure you do not wish the simple answer so again I elaborate. She is my charge. The one who would never turn her back on me. The one who truly respected me. Though she does not heed my words she does listen. She reminds me much of my mother. Or at least what I remember of her. Fierce heart and a stubborn soul that would not be swayed to a path other than her own.”
“I love her and I have no idea what drives me to covet her so closely. Hearing of her passing brought me about as much rage as when Zyra’lith was taken from me. Had I not been in the city I would have burned mountainsides with my fury.” the mage merely kept staring at the fire as he continued moving very little to the point where the only indication of life was the air filling his lungs.
“I risk much for her and she knows this. Sometimes I feel as if she resents me for loving her as much as I do as she feels like she does not deserve such love. She is a beautiful sin in my eyes. A necessary evil to keep the balance. What is Ayamei to me? She is my patience, she is my fangs, she is My dear dark Seraph”
Who is Zyra’lith to you?
Glaerun greeted the question with an arched brow. “An innocent question I suppose...” The magister gently set aside his paperwork and brought his hands together and laced his fingers “The simple answer is my wife, but I don’t think you wanted the simple answer so I will elaborate a bit more.”
“She is my queen, my muse, the jailer of my heart, and the seductress that sets my soul aflame. Long ago I felt little to nothing. Relation after relation slipped from my grasp because I refused to show affection. Partially because of my inability to trust and partially because I am very familiar to the concept of loss and did not wish to feel it again.“
“She showed up out of nowhere and from the first moment we locked eyes I felt her tugging at my heart strings harder than I had ever felt before which to me seemed like destiny. Fate if you prefer that term. She was a Seafarer at that point so we lived completely different lives. The clothing she was wearing that day was...leaving little to the imagination which only made controlling myself that much harder.
“She is the one who keeps me grounded. The one who stops that battlemage from rearing his ugly head when anger clouds my judgment. Some may call her my weakness, but to me she is my strength. She is no coward so I welcome the day anyone tries to get to me through her. They will find out quickly that I am not the only one with deadly fangs.”
“What is Zyra’lith to me? She is my goddess. The one who saved me from the one thing I could never defeat. Myself.
What would glae do if his granddaughters Innocence was taken. Does he intend to save her even if she hates her mother?
Taken their innocence as in raped? Probably make sure whoever did it suffered beyond anything they even thought possible. Yes he would save her if he got the chance. Hating her mother or not means little as he still views her as his kin.
Is he looking for his granddaughter?
He is dedicating some time to this yes, but between the criminals in the city and the legion he is stretched thin. All the time he can spare however is spent going through his old contacts and perhaps hiring the captain one last time...
I'll fight her for him! My spell breaker would treat him right. Yes. Very right...
What if his wife died? What would he do? How would he react? Would he carry on with their children? Would be be the glue, the figure to hold for the future generation?
Uhm...he would probably go on a killing spree...Uhm...After probably being subdued eventually he would go into himself and provide the best he could for his family till they moved out...hard to say if he would move on considering he probably wouldn’t want to trust anyone.
Glaerun Spellshadow Journal Entry#2
Master had me do an endurance test today…it is with great exhaustion that I wrote these words because of such. He had tricked me by handing me a book of different masterpieces…to choose one that looked fascinating to me. Once I had done this he brought me to a clearing and pointed to the picture…what he said next caused my heart to sink. He wished me to make an exact replica of the painting with ice. Not stopping the flow for even a second or he would shatter the ice and make me start over again. It took many failures before I was able to finish with the color fading from my face and my arms barely able to keep themselves up before he sent us both home and helped me to bed. If this was a minor training session…I have a lot to do…
Glaerun Spellshadow Journal Entry # 1
Master believes I should keep one of these. He has not led me astray thus far. My name is Glaerun Spellshadow. I am an apprentice to a man who will not tell me his name, but it is obvious the man is powerful and kind hearted to have taken me into his home. He has a large selection of books…some he has even written on theories of magics and alchemy. I am told daily that I have potential, that with the right training I can do great things with my power. I hope to learn much from him.
X for Aya's adopted father, think it was thranduil?
“Ah… father. Glaerun Spellshadow. A very kind and intelligent man. Even though I refuse to let it be known, he does mean the world to me. For if it were not for him, I wouldn’t be where I am today. He fed and clothed me; even gave me my first revolver. I’ve let him down a lot…- but then again I’ve let down a lot of people. However, he will be the first I make it up to before I die. I owe him everything.” @dawnsbreak392
-dies of feels-
The Battle-Mage I once was...
The winter months draw closer. With it I am reminded of the home away from home as the cool air passes my cheek. Past memories floating past my vision as I think of decisions I have made and family I have lost and gained.
I have many memories, but one of the hottest that burn within my mind are my years as a Battle-Mage I once was. Fire…ice…and pure arcane tempest as my magics were used to tear down my enemies and their pathetic armors as if they were little more than tissue.
I was empty…I was a machine bred merely to slay my enemies as the only mark I would leave the battlefield with would be the remaining ash of what used to be my foes.
Any left alive would only be due to my orders to interrogate…and it was then that I found out what a monster I truly was. The practice of inquisition is horrid and still causes me to cringe at the thought of what I done to those that were placed beneath my thumb…
My wife…my children….and even my little trouble making Daughter all share the credit for bringing me out of this…I feel something rising…something that is much bigger than all of us…and though I have spent many years containing what I was…I am afraid that I will need to unleash it when the storms finally come…I will become the Battle-Mage I once was…
Glaerun Spellshadow
Gif use of “FC”
Full name: Glaeragos Spellshadow
Gender/Sexuality: Male/Heterosexual
Pronouns: He/Him
Ethnicity/Species: Blue Dragon/ Sin’Dorei
Born: February 10th in a secret location within Silverpine.
Guilty Pleasure: Cooking exotic meals
Phobias: Abandonment
What he would be famous for: Battle prowess. His skill for magic application in combat is one to be respected.
What he would be arrested for: His protection for his daughter has perhaps led him to altering records so she would not be pursued.
OC You ship them with: Her current mate(Zyragosa Spellshadow) None else I can see he has been fond of other than perhaps Adiana Sunrunner. They carry themselves the same way so perhaps in another timeline they would have met and been with one another.
OC Most likely to Murder them: I am sure there are few families that would love to see him dead including some of his daughters associates though I welcome the day they would try.
Favorite Book/Movie Genre: Adventure/Historical
Least Favorite Book/Movie Genre: Horror…finds them just a sick satisfaction for scaring children.
Talents/Powers: Master Battlemage. His knowledge of the magical arts is sought out by many but rarely does he find a pupil worth teaching that does not ultimately Betray him.
Why someone might love him: Loves teaching children. Known for simplistic introduction to magic that has led many little ones to pursue such paths.
Why someone might hate them: His mercy in the courtroom is little to nonexistent. It is not a job for the soft heart.
How they change: He has become a bit more bitter as days go by. Seeing murders and people taking that which is his for little reason other than sick pleasures has led him to be a very quiet and rather defensive man. He has however learned to control his temper a bit more behind silent lips.
Why I love him: He is my first rp character. His strong temper reflects my own and his love stems from the love I have for my own family. Other than Dawn he is the closest character I have that reflects me.
Mentions: #Zyralith
The Rending Mindblade
Within a dark room sat a still figure. The being in the wooden chair seemed to be bound and a black mesh covered his face. Members of a cult gathered around slowly approaching. A single member approached the being with sacrificial knife in hand.
"Here we are gathered to send a sacrifice to the dark gods." The man said before chuckling darkly.
The being moved not an inch or objected as the gentle movement of the mesh showed it was still indeed alive.
The cultist leader would raise the knife and bring it down with a terrible swiftness aiming for the heart only to have it rip through the clothing and stop dead. Tilting his head the Cultist would growl "What trickery is this...did someone leave armor on him?!" The masked being shook his head.
The cultist slowly turned his head to the victim as if he had just spoken a forbidden language
"Our wards then..." He said grinding his teeth as another spoke "I...put them up myself grand master...they were solid..."
The victim would turn his head up and the mesh would freeze up before shattering revealing the scarred face of the Judicial Magister
"Lord Spellshadow?! Scatter!" He demanded, but far too late as shards of ice and blades of fire would pierce the cultists all at once from Lord Spellshadow's trained. "It is like your kind to pick upon the helpless...cowards the lot of you...leading victims where they have no hope of escape or defense and cutting them down like animals ripe for slaughter unknowing of what might become of their families..." The Lord would stand and his Sunreaver garb would appear upon him. "It sickens me that my daughter is caught up in this mess as well...perhaps not your own order of course, but something similar..." He walked around the room while speaking as his Spellblades dropped the bodies and went to circle the two kneeling with blades at the ready should the leader try to flee. "You tear away mothers...no regret for her children. You tear away children and laugh at the mourning of their elders...you put on a show and give people something to fear in the dark while I sit in the light and do just the same...the difference is I have no shame in the sins I commit...mine tear apart the unworthy. The vagabonds that sit upon the seeds of growth only to toss it aside for the sake of being lazy or selfish." He would whip out his hand conjuring his staff only to swing it around and snap the cultist's knee caps sending him to the ground with a howl.
The Magister would lean down and forcefully pull his gaze to him and his Teal eyes that burned from. Under the dark gray and red mask. "I will not be allowing you to get away with any further cowardly behavior...you and any who act like you...who hide behind the lies of nobility...those who think a throne is similar to that of a ward or shield to raise up in your defense...you and all the others will be cast aside for those who stand in the light showing what color leaks from their veins...Anaralah Belore..." He said before spinning his staff causing the tip to freeze over and pierced the cultist through the midsection only to twist it and send a surge of arcane through the staff causing the ice within his body to burst into lances which jetted out several places on the leaders body pinning him and bleeding him like a stuck pig. He then snapped the staff from him leaving the ice intact to gesture for his own to disperse before taking his own leave "May the Eye Of Eternity watch over you..."
Glaerun Spellshadow
Scar…earned during the battles he went through when on a rampage after the disappearance of his wife. Zyralith Spellshadow
Allegiance…He does what he must to help the elves while remaining in his guise. Has no intention of embracing his other side anytime soon unless deemed necessary.
Past…his history as a Battlemage is washed in black ink…no one but him knows what transpired during his deployment, but guessing by his ferocity in battle he might have been the one sent to do what the Government could not be made public…
Darkest Minds
Within the dead of the night you churn...Your unconscious mind playing tricks and tormenting you from the decisions in your past and fears of the future. Sweat builds on your skin in the waking world. Within you scream and are torn apart again and again watching as your limbs are snapped and your heart is torn...
All of this transpires for what seems like hours before a hand reaches in from the darkness grabbing you around the neck and pulling you out only for you to snap awake breathing heavily.
Your gaze moves up to see a familiar silhouette. Your father stares at you and pulls his hand back to his lap as he sat at the side of your bed "Do not fear the world your mind has created...for past all the torture is the path to enlightenment...soon the pain will fade and the monsters you have made in your failures will be tossed aside like fodder...the flesh will mend..."
He stands and steps away heading toward the door "Pretty soon...you will be the scariest thing in your own head...good night Ayamei..."
~{ Zyra’lith Spellshadow }~ ~{ Glaerun Spellshadow }~
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