I can't get over that one convo you have with Imperius at Pandemonium while he's "helping" the Nephalem (wizard), like you have two arrogant fuckers full of ego and with a bit too much pride and all, and then they hit him with
And they say that in such a sarcastic, but playful tone, and then Imperius just disappears without a word, like I know this bastard was not mentally okay after that
Training to be colored - Because in D3 I had already done silly doodles of my sorcerer with Diablo (two big dumbasses) and here we are now... with the last generation and another primordial demon I guess it runs in the family
A life of fighting in some stuffy noble's army isn't for Jin. He makes preparations to become a wandering wizard, and learns a little about his family in the process.
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The young man trails a hand along the wall of the archive, ancient symbols lighting up as they only do for a direct bloodline descendant. There is knowledge here, ancient and vast, carved into every nook and cranny and written in every book.
He's not here for that, though. The knowledge belongs to the entire Clan. What he seeks is specific to his family. The Taan peer both forwards and backwards in their divination rituals, and each family assigns one member a duty of the utmost importance every few generations: tracing their bloodlines back into the past. His family can trace theirs all the way into truly ancient history. Tomes detailing Sanctuary's creation are jealously hoarded, kept secret and hidden in the walls themselves; he knows where his family's tomes are hidden. The oldest was written by an oracle of Fate, Lineia, with more being written by their children, and their children after them. Each precious record details the world before an event called the Purge. All their knowledge that has been lost ever since, held on dangerously fragile, primitive paper.
As interesting as it would be to get his hands on the tomes, Jin isn't here for that either. He comes to a stop in front of a massive tapestry that spans an entire wall. At one end sits their most ancient ancestors' names. Lineia, of course, and their partners. Aronech, a demon of whom little has been found save for the oracle's fervent declarations of adoration, and Caraniss, a succubus noted to be particularly skilled at making jewellery.
At the other end sits his own name, and those of his brothers and sisters, and their children. Between Lineia and him… between them is a span of thousands of years, and hundreds of names and titles.
This is what he's here for.
The young mage takes out a thick journal and begins to write quickly, copying it down roughly. He only has so much time before his family realises where he's gotten to, on the eve of becoming a fully fledged mage of the Clan, and he knows he'll be far too drunk tomorrow after the celebrations to take any accurate notes. Thankfully the archives are guarded more by spells than by guards, and the Viz-Jaq'taar are only called in for events involving other clans. The Taan keep to themselves.
Many of the names are clearly of mortal stock. But every few generations without fail, there are others.
Aranoch, demon - blacksmith.
Liriel, angel - Maiden.
Iscah, angel - seer.
Strixus, demon - messenger.
Zemirah, demon - siren.
Zephaniah, angel - healer.
The list goes on and on, denizens of the Heavens and Hells interspersed throughout his bloodline. It's quite the headache. There's a name that comes and goes throughout, huge spans of time between the appearances, and he can't be sure if they're the same person or just a name being passed down.
Cassa. Nephalem. Seer. Oracle.
It's known that the Ancients were capable of ridiculously long lifespans, so it could well be that Lineia's less documented child has shown up several times. Or it could be a tribute to them. Who knows or cares, at this point. He's not sticking around to find out and to be drafted into some rich noble's army. There's so much more magic to find and study in the outside world. Ancient tombs protected by long forgotten rune spells, lost rituals, entire dead languages to learn.
The young mage notes with amusement that one of his more powerful sisters seems to have hooked herself an angel, going by the latest additions to the tapestry. Jin's not had the pleasure of meeting them yet; he does a double take as he sees the name and title.
Raziel, reaper - Exarch.
Well. Lin has always been reckless, but this is a new level for her. He'll have to drop by and congratulate her when he leaves. Speaking of leaving… he flips the tome closed, shoves it into the bag at his hip, and makes his way out of the archive with the air of someone who's meant to be there. Jin has what he came for, and now it's time to play the responsible son for a bit until he's given his robes and focus tomorrow.
No one suspects anything, too caught up in preparations. He slips seamlessly back into the bustle of the household.
