#etynda

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I'm actually still a little undecided on what Ainsel would do if I grabbed him and put him in my own worldbuilding rather than letting him in the "will never play TTRPGs with this group again" stasis.

Obviously he's from Kercherenyel, same as his cousin Luki. And of course he'd be a necromancer because, duh.

But this is a fairly different world and I'm wondering what is, like, his job. Okay you learned necromancy at university. And then what ?

Mmmh.

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The Knight and Apple as a prompt!

OKAY SO THIS ASK MADE ME REALIZE THAT THE KNIGHT IS OUTDATED AND IT'S UPDATED THIS MAN IS NOW THE JOURNALIST. he's still a sweetheart though <3 Onto writing !

The traveler ran into the inn's main room, holding up a little paper, claiming victory. The innkeeper, alarmed, ran to him, asking what was going on this time.

"Master innkeeper, he exclaimed, see this !"

And, on a perfectly flat surface of paper, with no hint of graphite or paint, he held up to the innkeeper a picture of an apple. It was not a drawing that could have been done in less than a day by anyone but master, and yet here this one weird man from Etynda came out of a room he'd been in for maybe an hour holding up a perfect reproduction of an apple on paper and showing it to everyone present.

"By Aeteris, how did you do this ? Magic ?"

It would have been the most logical explanation, but the traveler enthusiastically shook his head.

"Not even magic, my good sir ! With the help of the materials i asked you to gather yesterday, and that second room i rented for this - it's a photograph ! A very good one at that, if I allow to flatter myself."

The innkeeper nodded, trying to understand how the hell some mercury and a hot plate would make a drawing appear out of thin air. The stranger patted him on the shoulder, told him he could explain all the chemistry behind it later, if he wanted to visit the second room he'd rented. For now, he was just incredibly proud of his photograph of an apple.

"May I ask," said one of the regulars, "if you say it's not even magic, is it supposed to be easier ?"

"Kind of, kind of not ! Mostly, I am proud of myself because I am making these far away from my studio, where I have everything i need, and here I am in Eshda, where you all have been incredibly kind to provide me with nonsensical things."

The woman laughed, told the stranger that he sounded like one of those painters from the cities who marveled at the existence of tubes of paint.

"Why, that's exactly it ! You know, these were only invented in the last 60 years, in Etynda !"

And he launched himself into an explanation of paint tubes, followed by how exactly his photographs worked, while everyone passed around the simple, yet incredibly detailed picture of an apple he'd taken during the day.

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Councillor Maar Cherenyel, also known locally by Northrock people as King Maar, is an astonishingly huge Wuul compared to most of his species. Even if the average Wuul is somewhat the size of the gray wolf pictured here, bigger members are quite rare - and smaller ones may be as small as a tall horse.

Another notable difference between Councillor Cherenyel and his people is the color of his eyes. All of the Wuul have a slightly glowy, unified eye color. He owns slit pupils and three colors - that go even as far as looking like literal fire coming out of his body if he were to be angered. There is no other known Wuul displaying this unusual eye coloration, and it is unknown whether he altered them magically or had them naturally.

The last notable difference between the Councillor and the average Wuul is longevity. Remarkably old Wuuls have been as old as 120, while the average Wuul has a life expectancy of 80 years.

Councillor Maar Cherenyel has been alive for the past 300 years as far as we're aware.

His "human form" is, contrary to most other things about him, not out of the ordinary for a Wuul. Keeping the original Wuul eyes as any other, he will mostly be uncomfortably tall for any average person talking to him, which is consistent with his Wuul form.

He has, thankfully, proven to be an ally and a good Councillor whenever he has been elected (which has happened four separate times in the last 20 election cycles (about a hundred years)). It is known that he was part of the people who pushed Northrock to join Etynda, along with lady Meleria Ravenlia.

[Personal notes, found scrawled in a hasty handwriting behind a copy of this report : I would personally still advise her Imperial Majesty to beware while dealing with the Councillor : I for one do not believe Maar Cherenyel to be a true Wuul, but something else, disguised as a Wuul for the last 300 years. Unfortunately, no one seems to care - especially not anyone in the Council, as they trust him entirely. Please be mindful. I have never thought him to have good intentions.]

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Lady Meleria Ravenlia officially died in 1043 A.E., as translated into the Etyndari calendar.

It is less known that she had in fact turned herself into a lich months prior to faking her death. However, there is definite proof of their activity both in Nordrock and later in Etynda to this day - it is unclear whether they are still a lich or have now ascended to elemental lever.

She is most known for being the last head of the Ravenlia family to have been at war with the Wuul of Northrock, and to have been an instigator of the peace between her people and the Wuul.

After unifying Northrock, she has concentrated on better understanding and honing the craft of her family, necromancy, and those studies have culminated in the already-mentioned lich transformation. She has been a silent, but important part of Northrock even after her supposed passing : she pushed for the country to join Etynda in 1081 A.E. along with King Maar Cherenyel, even though she had been supposedly dead for 38 years. Their friendship has indeed not stopped after their funeral, and Lady Meleria is sometimes spotted stalking the shadows of the Imperial Council's corridors.

They work closely with the network and have also tutored several apprentices, especially when magic was needed. The raven mask has made its way into being the mark of an ally to the network.

[A personal note, scrawled in a messy handwriting behing a copy of this report : Do not trust anyone so close to the wolf.]

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wait i can't read i meant 27, dndndnjd

– How do we get out ?

Ainsel turned to his cousin, mouth opened in disbelief.

– You got us stuck in there and you want me to figure out how to get out ?

She shrugged, a definite air of delight on her childish face.

– I am going to murder you, Luki, he groaned before taking a closer look at the spell that held the doors closed.

Her laugh was not a welcome sound and he gave her the finger. What was the point of having a cousin with responsibilities if she still locked the both of them in stupid places like the irresponsible child she still was.

– I hope you realize you’re saying this out loud, she commented.

– Fuck you.

Considering how she decided to lean on the wall with another stupid giggle, there was a good chance it was a prank of some sort. That or she’d already figured out how to leave and had just decided to be a pain in the ass. At least the ka’ida on the door was plain, he would just need a couple of minutes to reverse the…

Ainsel let out a sigh.

– Did you really get us stuck in this random room in the sewers because there is a pun with water on the fucking door.

Luki exploded with laughter as he rolled his eyes and got to work on actually opening the door.

– I’m never going to the capital with you again, he said. You’re the worst guide ever, and this place stinks.

She was clearly not listening to him, too busy laughing at his disgruntled face. When he finally got that stupid door open - and, seriously, he wasn’t even good at water magic, she clearly did that to see him splash himself with water a couple of times - he decided to stay silent and huffy for about thirty seconds before Luki proposed : 

– I’ll make it up to you, dude. If we walk for five minutes in this direction and take a ladder up, we can get the best crêpes in Forge. Promise.

He squinted, trying to figure out if she was just saying words again.

– Councillor Cherenyel showed me, she added.

Ainsel threw his hands up in the air with a sound that was reminiscent of a zombie.

– Aaargh, okay, show me the crêpes. If they’re bad I can and will challenge you to a duel.

– You’ll lose.

– We’ll see about that.