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Jewel of the Skies

It wasn't Tyrhallan who answered it was his father, Pharlan.
"In her hands? Well that depends on what Leandra is planning to do with her." He teased his face betraying him by the playful squinting of his eyes as he smiled, raising an easy gloved hand however he tried to ease Arn's worries.
"My wife has been pining for some young lady to Mother over. She is the sole reason Tyrhallan isn't allowed to cut his long hair. At least allow me the illusion, she would say. So I am quite certain she will shower your lovely intended with all the attention and care she currently might be in need of. Still, I suggest you take Master Arn and help him into something more...comfortable. We can't have it said we neglect the wellbeing of our guests." Pharlan noted before adding. "Also my brother will be visiting soon, he spoke of his desire to converse with you when he heard of your intending arrival. So I suggest you two change, I'll be waiting in the parlor."
Tyrhallan sighed turning to Arn slightly.
"Come on, I'll take you up and see if we can find you something of mine that might fit you." He suggested, feeling the pressure of his uncle coming. "Not that your dressrobes aren't good enough...but no matter how well you might alter the dress of Miss Eilis, it is clear it wasn't meant for her." He took a hold of the collar near Arn's chest. "Higher society frowns upon too much flashing of the chest and a dress that doesn't really fit, gets unwanted attention immediately." He said before he sighed. "I know it is a pain, but see it as a way of getting some extra clothing. Enjoy the luxuries while they last, war will call us again soon enough. Not that she didn't look good in your underrobes." He stated lightly.
As he guided Arn up towards the higher levels and into his own private chambers, maids and servants stepped aside getting out of their way.
"I am certain all this must overwhelm you. I suppose it strange to shift surroundings so suddenly..." He said as Dannesh hurried after them.
"Help me pick something out for Master Arn Dannesh. You always have better sense and taste than me." Tyr asked of his manservant who smiled and nodded eagerly.
"Of course Sir, allow me." He answered taking over from Tyrhallan who had opened the closet doors.
Dannesh pulled out a comfortable set of soft silvery dark greys and deep crimson reds, with finely patterned stitching.
"This might suit Master Arn, as the clothing are more flexible and comfortable especially considering the injuries Master Arn seems to have." He stated noticing the surprised looks.
"Begging your pardon sir, but it caught my eye as you had some difficulty ascending the stairs, I assumed with both of you coming from the front, you might have sustained injuries and Master Tyrhallan never really took to it, so he won't be missing it."
Tyrhallan regarded the suit and nodded. "You're right as always Dannesh, this would suit him better than it would me. Get him some extra shirts and pants, a couple of boots and...." Tyrhallan listed before he stopped and turned to Arn.
"What do you prefer, Capes, Mantles or Coats?" He asked as Dannesh handed him his own change of clothes and continued gathering clothing for Arn for the short term.
"No matter...We'd best allow a tailor to do the rest. These are just for now." Tyrhallan said with a smile before suggesting he'd look them over and pick his favourites, before Dannesh helped him change out of his old clothes and into the new. "Also I might have to take you down to see the library in the morning, but for now that too can wait." He said as he changed smoothly and quickly with the help of his servant, allowing him to help Arn afterwards.
"Right let us see if we can get ahold of something to drink before the ladies join us again, right this way. Thank you Dannesh, you may resume your other duties for now, we'll manage." Tyr spoke amiably as if there was no difference in station between the two of them.
With smooth strides he walked out of his chambers and took Arn on a small round around the house.
"...I know you might feel awkward at first, but I want to assure you that my family has never turned away a soul in need, so don't feel like you have to repay us or earn your stay here. If you even mention it to my parents my father will consider it an insult and my mother will think there is something wrong with her hospitality and have a fit. So please accept what we offer you if only to soothe their minds." Tyrhallan asked before he lead them to the parlor where his father was already waiting pouring a couple of drinks out of a curious looking bottle. No doubt strong liquor.
"Ah, there you two are. Good." He said as he handed out the glasses to the two of them, before he nodded satisfactory at the sight of the two. "Better. Now let's get a nip before Lady Venray catches us." He said with a boyish smile as he took a sip from his glas, allowing the alcohol to roll over his tongue.
"Mother doesn't really approve. Father used to smoke too, but when he married my mother he had to part ways with one of his vices. He chose smoking. Still doesn't make her approve of his taste for alcohol. This is a smooth deoch bhranda." Tyrhallan explained, before he raised his own glas and was about to take a sip when they heard a pair of approaching footfalls and the soft clicking of wood on marble.
As they turned a tall sharply dressed man entered the parlor wearing a tired expression as he looked up to the three of them.
"Uilles!" Lord Pharlan immediately exclaimed as he rushed over, before being waved away by his elder brother.
"Why didn't you wait for a manservant to help you..."
"Oh Hush Pharlan, I'm a cripple not an invalid. I don't need them to get accross a hallway and a couple of stairs or hang a coat, besides they have enough to do. So stop fretting and step aside so I may make my way over to that chair." He said gesturing towards one of the more comfortable seats near the fire place. "But if you must pester me, hand me an uisce beatha, before Leandra comes down." He said as the elder brother moved past lord Pharlan and sighed when he finally sat down.
He placed the long wooden cane in between his legs as Tyrhallan handed him a glass with the desired water of life.
He took a sip and leaned back as his brow furrowed before looking at the two young men in the room.
"So...will one of you tell me what the hell happened out there?" He asked, his weariness etched in his weatherbeaten face.
Tyrhallan nodded.
"I know I let you all down. Whilst we took take of the initial attack, we were blindsided and distracted, therefore we never saw the other force until it was far too late."
Uilles nodded. "Well you managed to get the palace in quite the uproar. I had to make sure the queen was secure first before leaving, but let's say that this has rattled them. The Spymaster nearly spit out the wine he had been drinking. Safe to say he is not easily caught unawares. This however...We never dreamed they would be able to get so close to the capital." Uilles said as he turned the glass and its contents in hand before taking another swallow.
"The Knight Commander was quite ready to strangle you though...best avoid him for a while."
Tyrhallan nodded.
"I've brought shame upon this house. I will restore our honour that I promise you Uncle." He vowed, before he saw his Uncle shake his head.
"This has nothing to do with shame. According to the rapports you send me you did what you were supposed to do. The enemy simply outsmarted our defenses. Not even the Bull will argue with that. Also they haven't won yet, the Hearth Guard will give these Vaimese invaders a warm welcome."
The elderly ex-Knight regarded Arn with sharp eyes, it was clear the man was watching him with interest, almost as if he was sizing him up, before another commotion drew their attention.
The ladies finally had finished changing.
Now Lady Venray walked in with her arm linked with Eilis, whom had gotten a transformation that had turned her into a proper young lady.
Her hair was brushed and done in a low updo, with only a lock or two deliberately escaping, whilst Leandra had handed her a velvet green dress with fine bead and needlework. Still somewhat unused to the train, Eilis had been keeping her eyes on her feet so she wouldn't step on it. The tips of soft leathery boots peaked out from underneath it as they moved closer towards the men."
Until they reached one of the more comfortable couches Leandra finally released her in order to greet Uilles.
"So glad you got here safely Uilles." She stated giving a the man a graceful courtesy that flowed up and down with the experience of years. With Eilis hurriedly following suit, clearly having been instructed, but not having the practice to pull it off gracefully yet. The man however made no remark upon it to her relief.
"I beg your pardon ladies, I would bow properly at the sight of you, but I fear this was all my old legs for now could muster. I beg your forgiveness and pray you will not think less of me." Uilles said smoothly before he received a playful swat on the shoulder from Leandra's fan.
"Oh hush you terrible man, you know perfectly well we would never hold it against you." She stated before letting the men get away with their drinking before smiling contently at Eilis and ordering tea for them.
"Young Miss Eilis is delightful, I am very happy you brought them here Tyrhallan, for I shall have difficulty parting with her again, but I dare say I am amazed that this old dress of mine still works its magic." She said with a satisfied smile seeing the men's attention to it.

Arn's:https://www.deviantart.com/virginiecarquin/art/Commission-Daishun-tei-438606390
Eilis:https://nl.pinterest.com/pin/35325178314264747/

Jewel of the Skies

I imagined that the Capital itself is not yet reached. Since the Hearthguard is fighting with them and clashed with them before they reached the city.

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Oh and yes go ahead do your thing you may describe your arrival.

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Venray Family.


Lord Uilles Venray


Lord Pharlan Auregin Venray


Lady Leandra Hendreshy Venray

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Thinking aristocratic Europe lavish (though not French Louis the XIV lavish) and yes I'll be putting visual references and descriptions in for you.

For how the building looks on the outside think:

And think of the hallway as entrancepoint >>> a corridor (the narrower bit of the hall leading into a rounderroom and staircase (hallway's end)
The room is less cramped as this one, but you'll get the idea and a rounder wider staircase one which you can stand side to side with at least three people in width.


Ground Floor is the Great Hall, Offices and the Music and Study room. With the Kitchens and Servants quarters in the back of the building.

First floor the Main appartment rooms; guests are welcomed here, the Diningroom is there as well as 'the Men's Playroom' which is filled with guns, billiards, globes cigars and liquor. Of course there is also the Gallery and Ballroom and Dressingroom

Second Floor are the Private Quarters; the Bedrooms and the 'Skyroom' or Observatory for all the Citygazing and Sky watching ones desires.

As said this is their Townhouse, their 'Real Estate' is a proper place outside in the country, with lands and tennants and all that. It is also where Tyr himself prefers to be since it is far away from meddling mother's trying to string him as a husband for their potential daughters.
They are aristocratic landed gentry, meaning they have a title (Tyr's proper title explained to Tobias) and lands to go with said title (officially though Tyr's Uncle is the real Lord Venray).
As he is the eldest, but he passed his inheritance on to his younger brother as his ambitions lay elsewhere when he became a Knight and had no time to spare taking proper care of the estate and its business.

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The wording of the Knight Captain caught Eilis by surprise before her cheeks flared up looking down at the ground thinking about it. That was before Arn shook her from her reverie, how long had she been silent?

"No..." Eilis replied softly, before a soft pink tinge returned to her cheeks. "No, I wouldn't mind at all." She uttered barely audible.

"Perfect then, I suggest you two rest, I will have to send word ahead of our coming. Not doing so would be dredfully impolite." Tyrhallan said with a smile as he turned around and exited the room, all while holding a knowing smile on his face.

An hour later they had touched ground and Tyrhallan had asked the two to follow him. He had send word out to the ‘Townhouse’ that he would be in need of the carriage and that he would be bringing guests to stay for a while.
This naturally had send the staff and Lady of the house in quite the uproar.
Clutching the telegram in hand that Tyrhallan had send out to them on such a short notice she immediately hurried down to her husband’s office with the head butler in tow, trying to stop her. In a final attempt on trying to keep the lady of the house away he threw himself infront of the door.
“Your Ladyship, My Lord asked not to be disturbed…he spoke of matters of importance.”
He was woven aside with a dismissive flick of the hand.
“Nonsense Taffle. If I know him he’s lounging about taking his afternoon nap at this hour. The oaf can sleep later! Our son is coming home.” She reasoned whilst she tried to get the headbutler to move away from the door and blocking her path.
“Taffle I am warning you. Either you knock or I will.” Was all her Ladyship needed to say, before the butler folded and stepped out of her way. Straightening his coat and scraping his throat he raised his hand to deftly knock.
They heard a loud thud, a soft swear or two before it was replaced by a bit of rummaging about, finally they heard his Lordship’s reply. “Enter.”
Instantenously the elderly lady grabbed the brass handle and thundered in as Taffle managed to call out.
“Her Ladyship for you my Lord.”
“Thank you Taffle, that will be all.” Lord Venray said with a kind nod letting the butler retreat and facing the onslaught of whatever had distressed his wife so alone.
“He’s coming home.” She said before thrusting the data rod containing the telegram in his hands.
“And he’s bringing guests…”
“I’m sure Tyr has a perfectly good explanation for all of it. He states here they are friends of his that have fallen on hard times…a young couple by the looks of it. Nothing unusual about that.” Lord Venray stated as he looked it over.
“Oh you old buffoon, the whole thing is unusual to start with!” She said as she rolled her eyes at her husband’s short-sightedness.
“If you had spent less time on your businesses and more time with your son then you would know he has never brought anyone here to stay for a while. He lives for his Knighthood and as far as I know he doesn’t really have friends. Associates, fellow knights and soldiers and the like and the tutors perhaps, but not ‘friends’. He as always dreaded social calls, I always had to make up excuses as to why he cannot visit those of our acquaintance. I wouldn’t bully him into going if he brought home a girl.” She sighed lamenting her son’s stubbornness.
“Well it seems that now he has.”
She sighed even harder.
“Darling you’re missing the point. There’s a war going on. Our son is a Knight Captain. They are supposed to be at the forefront of that. He was called into action, but now suddenly he is allowed to return home? Something’s amiss. Call it a Mother’s instinct, but I know my Tyr.” She said looking worried.
“Or paranoia.” Lord Venray mumbled believing his wife saw ghosts, it earned him a suspicious glare from his wife.
“My Tyr wouldn’t run from a fight, he carries this family’s motto with a too much zealousness I fear. Duty. Your brother should have reminded him that Family should be placed before Duty when he holds the future of this house in his hands.”
“Regardless my dear there’s not much you can change about that. He dismissed your ‘suitable candidates’ and told you he didn’t want to be pushed into some loveless union. A thing you as a mother should be completely understanding off…So really Leandra isn’t this more about the fact that Lady Derresciu is rather eager in showing off her grandchildren.” Lord Venray asked slyly seeing his wife turn up her nose haughtily being affronted with the mere idea of her being jealous.
He couldn’t help it despite his best efforts to hide it his smile broke through seeing his wife so perturbed.
“I don’t know what you mean, so you can stop smiling and prepare. We’ll be having guests soon.” She snarked before she left the office.
Lord Venray leaned back into his chair with a sigh as he looked at the data rod again.
His wife was right of course. It was suspicious. Something was amiss, but he knew his son would have had his reasons for doing so. Still it was better to be aware and prepared when things were to go south. He suspected they would soon be able to hear the truth from their son regarding the state of the war. He regarded his chessboard that stood off to the side. How much would they need to influence the outcome this time?

When the carriage finally arrived Tyrhallan exited first, before offering his hand in support of miss Eilis so she may have some support as her sight had not returned completely yet.
He lead the two to the large tall building that Tyrhallan had called ‘the Townhouse’. He had explained to Arn and Eilis that the Venray estate was actually outside of the City, this was merely their ‘town residence’. It served as his father’s work office and it was close enough to Court so they might travel back and forth and have his Uncle visit them from time to time between his duties to the Queen.
The Venray estate itself was their retreat for when City life would become too hectic and during ‘the Season’ whatever that meant.
“Now don’t be afraid we have quite some staff running this place and all under the strict reins of my Mother. She’s Lady of the House. My father may be Lord Venray, but trust me that title means nothing he’s allowed to hold the finances, but Mother is the one who spends it.” He said cheekily before he walked up the steps and the large wooden doors were opened before he reached it.
He smiled as he looked at the footman who had opened the door and was ready to take the young master’s coat.
“Welcome home Master Tyrhallan.” The footman said with a straight face, though the corners of his mouth had turned upwards at the sight of the Knight.
“Thank you Dannesh. Good to be back.” He stated before he walked further into the main hall.
Eilis who had followed behind Tyrhallan was gawking slightly at the impressionable size of it all. She was shaken from her reverie when the footman asked for her coat as well. She was almost tempted to refuse feeling how terribly obvious it had to be to everyone how poor she actually was.
She waited for Arn as they walked in together.
The mainhall ended into a wider rounded looking chamber holding a spiralling staircase towards the first level and several doors tucked away off to the side.

In front of the staircase however stood two figures along with some of the more important house hold staff.
A fair elderly lady smiling widely at the sight of her son as she threw her arms wide to embrace him and a tall formal looking man holding a pleasant countenance.
“Tyr, welcome home darling.” the lady said as she felt him embrace her gently before kissing her hands.
“Mother, Father. Forgive the suddenness of our arrival and the late warning of our coming. As stated before I have returned home with some guests." He said as he also aknowledged his father with a nod. Which his father replied by a clear smile and the slightest of nods back, remaining silent allowing his son to explain the unusual swift return.
"They are friends of mine who have fallen on particular hard times, this young lady is the Honourable Miss Eilis as I heard Eilis’s Estate went up in flames near Presper.” He spoke smoothly fabricating a more sensible truth and explanation.
“She was lucky in the fact that her betrothed had been near, this is Master Mage Arn a fire mage of great renown amongst mage and knight alike. He managed to get to her in time before the front collapsed.” Tyrhallan stated as he watched the faces of his parents turn from something indiscernible to alarm and worry.
“I have offered them a place in our home for the time being so they may rest and try to rebuild what was lost. I trust you did not disapprove of me doing so.” Tyrhallan stated seeing his father shake his head thoughtfully before Tyr added.
“Besides Mother, I believed you would enjoy the company. You always said you would have liked another woman in the house.” He said slyly using his mother’s pestering against her for a change.
“There is no need for such underhanded tactics, Tyrhallan. As you well know, they are most welcome.” His mother spoke gently, though she send her son a look that spoke volumes.
The Knight merely brushed it off as he turned to his companions.
“Eilis, Arn, these are my parents. Lady Leandra Hendreshy Venray and Lord Pharlan Auregin Venray."
The look in her eyes changed to genuine kindness when she regarded Eilis and Arn. It seemed clear from whom Tyrhallan had inherited his every changing eyes from. As they lit up at the sight of Eilis who reminded her of some frightened little lamb in need of protection. The fact that she apparently was betrothed to the 'worn' looking mage did make her highly suspicious about her son's truthfulness, but the Venray's would never turn a desperate soul away and she wasn't about to start now.
“Don’t mind my son, he’s of the opinion that he is clever, whilst infact he is as predictable as can be. Now…how about we show you to the quarters we’ve prepared for you whilst you stay with us.” She said taking Eilis’s hands in her own and squeezing them for a moment in motherly fashion before inclining her head to Arn.
"And find you something more suitable to wear. How much I may approve of Knights, that armour cannot be particularly pleasant and comfortable when one's off duty." She stated. "I am certain Tyr will have something that may fit you." She said with a look towards her son. Who nodded before inclining his head in thanks.

Jewel of the Skies

I will throw you into a little bit of everything.

Gothic Steampunk Horror to Downton Abbey frivolities...so I'd say just choose the path you wish to follow and how you want to play. There will be times we'll be doing a lot of dialogue and there will be moments where all we'll get is internal work so I'd leave it to the situation.

As for the characters, we might run into them, it solely depends on how the tracks will be laid down since I do still have some storylines that are not so tied down that I am thundering down this railroad, but also will try to alter paths when you take a different route than I had thought out.

For now we still have a little moment of peace before the storm is going to go down, so you'll get a little more characters introduced and feel free to add your own.
As for weapons, well I never really considered lasers to be the kind of tech Belisio would really use.
So I always envisioned more steampunk type weaponry or old medieval weaponry really, with some magical tampering around them.

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Tyrhallan nodded at Arn's words.
"I would not ask you to abandon her. Whatever your reasons for choosing to do so, I trust you have thought about this and will trust your judgement in this. My men always have this understanding with me and I hope I will be able to have it with you as well. You are your own man, I am not your babysitter. However, should you ever have need of my aid I am at your disposal and discretion is guaranteed. We are loyal to one another, in duty aswell a spirit. And as a Knight, I am all too familiar with vows."

Eilis was taken aback with the back and forth between the two men, she regarded their behaviour and wondered if this truly was how civil people acted. Or maybe it was simply something that happened amongst warriors. She tried to make out the Knight Captain, but all she really saw was a red and white blur.
As she squinted she perked up when Arn addressed her and stood a little straighter, turning back to her protector.
Apparently she was allowed to choose.
In a quick turn back to the red and white knightm she asked.
"Will Arn live there as well?"
She could hear the Knight Captain exhale through his nose, he was smiling? She thought puzzled.

"If Lord Arn chooses to do so then I am sure we can accomodate him." Tyrhallan answered as a smirk crept on his face. "I am quite certain mother shall be pleased with making your acquaintance Miss Eilis and I believe it would offer you a nice change of pace for a while so you may recuperate and make up your potential plans for the future." He said as he tapped with the point of his boot against the floor.
"So what say you Arn? Shall I have to inform Mother that we'll be having guests for dinner?" He asked as he turned to the Mage again.

Eilis nodded at Arn, imploring him to agree so she wouldn't be completely alone in unfamiliar territory.
Seeing Eilis nod Tyrhallan had trouble hiding his smile.
"Splendid. Well we'll be touching ground in about an hour and we best for the time being create an alias for Miss Eilis, making some unwanted questions disappear. We'd best say you are bethrothed, that way we still have a little wiggle room should my mother decide to do some detective work of her own."

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First of all,

I am almost done with the maps I made for Vaim and Belisio.

I have a storyarc centered around Eilis build up, but we'll be dragged into the war regardless, because I will turn Olysiums streets into a warzone. The Venray estate which is where we'll be staying for now will also fall, with all the drama that includes, but I don't want to tell too much already.

As for worldbuilding don't worry too much, I have this particular storyline worked out so we play around with that and you can add anything you want to it, hooking it onto its path.

We will also visit the castle and other strongholds, but for now you'd best worry about the Tahjai and Eilis.

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Name: Eilis

Appearance:


Alias(es): None

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Description:
A fair maiden, who at first glance doesn’t strike you as anyone particularly special.
She is your typical girl next door, about 5,6ft with normal dark blond hair and hazel coloured eyes. A gentle smile is spread on those rose petal lips and a couple of light freckles on her nose.
She wears a hooded dark coloured cloak and through her flight from all that she once knew her clothes have become stained and tattered. A simple single piece purple brown dress, under which she wears a dark green underdress and grey stockings. A pair of run down old black boots that have faded so much in colour that people mistake them for a dark grey.

Her magic however changes her appearance as well. Turning her from the girl next door to a haunting spectacle with glowing eyes, hair and glowing magical binds etched in her skin, lighting her up like a Christmas tree. Dependant on her previous emotions, the colours can change, glowing from an eerie blue-white to deep dark red and black.

Magic Type: Mana

Role: Refugee, they essentially were planning on making her a landstitcher, since she wasn’t passing any of the tests of will that a Battlemage has to go through in order to be even considered to be trained as one.

Specialty: She was a rather exceptional with her telekinesis when she was young, now she is bound and barely able to use her magic.

Personality:
- Gentle
- Forgiving
- Friendly

- Fearful
- Lacks self-confidence
- Easily guilt ridden

Background: Eilis is on the run from her mistakes and her past.
When one is born with an ability to control the Aether there is only one path open to you in the Empire…

Eilis was born to a couple of farmers living on the edge on the Vaimese Empire. Her loving parents seeing a the possibility of better future for their daughter inform their village’s magister. It was he who sends word out to the authorities in one of the bigger cities, informing them of a possible new mage.
It didn’t take them long to send down one of the Tahjai (The inspectors/magii hunters) who would inspect all new potential mages. After Eilis was ordered to perform some of her powers, they were convinced quickly enough.
However they suggested for the girl to go to a coven instead of a school in the capital, to assess her ‘true talents’.
Whilst her parents here thrilled Eilis didn’t really want to leave.
Still in order to be a good daughter and making her family proud she agreed.
She entered the coven at the early age of 8, thinking she would be able to go back home once in a while.
As it would turn out she thought wrong, there was no returning home once one entered a coven.
She was quickly told that she was a burden to her parents, an unnecessary mouth to feed.
If she wanted to please her parents she needed to aid the Empire. Become useful.
Guilt ridden and with no way to communicate with her parents Eilis was easily swayed.

At the Coven they tested her prowess at different forms of magic and Aether manipulation and were impressed with her abilities. They saw a new potential Battlemage in the making. She would have to get better at was her skill of control.
Despite not being able to go home she did enjoy her time growing up in the Coven and learning magic. What she wasn't so keen on was the military practice. Sure she could forceblast a dummy, but when it came to fighting her fellow students she froze or simply refused, much to the dismay of the teachers.

However when Eilis turned 17 her coven was visited by one of the more cruel influential Battle Mages from the capital. This Battle Mage in particular funded the coven. They had send word out to him to inspect their students and hopefully offer a more finite opinion on Eilis.
However when this man saw her his mind was made up. He wanted to groom her and set her to his will.
Despite Eilis's refusals or fails at the tasks he set her he decided that in order to strip her of her 'weak heart' he would have to push her to her limits.
That was until one fateful night, when she was ordered by her Matriarch to submit to him.
She refused again, but this time she was *force bound. In a desperate attempt to escape her fate, she went beyond the normal stretches of magic and literally turned the tables on them, she killed him and the Matriarch barely survived the night as well.
As punishment Eilis’s binds were set, literally etched into her skin as a last move by the Matriarch.

*Force binding is a painful process that sealed most of her magic powers.
The moment she activates them she activates the binds and literally tortures herself.

Traumatised, desperate and now destitute she flees, knowing she can’t go back or to her parents not wanting to endanger them, so only one path remains open for her. Exile.
Heading towards the border with Belisio she flees from the only life and home she’s ever known.
In hopes of finding a brighter tomorrow and away from the Tahjai who certainly will be hunting her when they discover what she has done.
Seeing the war machine that is set up preparing for the ‘Empire’s Expansion’ as she crosses the country she manages to hide amongst the other refugees praying she’ll be able to find some peace and quiet once she’s over the border.

Equipment: She barely has anything since she fled, except the clothes on her back and the stuff she managed to ‘take without asking’.

Abilities:
Telekinesis;
- Binding/ Grounding; To keep object/being from moving.
- Telekinetic Grip; To grasp an object firmly in place, e.g. keeping the tides from washing a friend away.
- Levitation; To lift an object into the air.
- Object manipulation; To alter an object's inner workings, e.g. unlocking a door.
- Acceleration Manipulation; To control the acceleration of small objects.
- Telekinetic Manoeuvre; To alter an object's directional course, e.g. changing what number a dice lands on or deflect an opponent attack.

Darker powers: If she loses control over her emotions or is fuelled by sheer anger she changes into a rather cold hearted volatile version. Her powers increase in strength and if you find yourself in her way… let’s say you won’t be for long.
(This is not meant to be used constantly, but for drama bursts in the most desperate moments with for example deaths or traumatic occurrences)

So next to the stuff she already has is:
- Telekinetic Choking; Strangling or choking being without physical contact.
- Homing Effect; To make any object automatically follow, home in, and lock onto its target or targets until it hits them.
- Psionic Explosions; To create and discharge destructive psychic energy across a wide range.

Extra:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Olba2JYRGTU&list=RD9SFdVXtUOxM&index=6

Name: Tyrhallan Venray

Appearance:


Alias(es): Crimson Rider (Baron of the Sky)

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Description:
Tyr is about 6,2 ft and has an athletic body (he’s build like Dutch Speedskater). Tyr is by all accounts the knight in shining armour when it comes to his outward appearance, he’s got a face that makes women swoon and blush when he enters a room. That face includes a pair of mesmerizing eyes, some say they change colour, others say the rainbow of the Aether is in them.
To his admirers they are captivating and to his enemies they are haunting.
His signature white hair has a silvery blue sheen over it, which he ties up or braids before battle and he usually wears his leathers and white tunic (personal armour). Which carries the emblem of the Swallowtail Kite in honour of his nickname.
Despite his appearance Tyr is a formidable warrior and shouldn’t be taken lightly. His reflexes are as fast as lightning and flows as smoothly as water.

Magic Type: Ki

Role: Knight

Specialty: Shadow step (a move than can only be mastered by masters of reflexes and speed, its a Venray family trait).
Swordsmanship; this includes having been trained in singlehanded, two handed, fencing and close range knife combat.
His preference however lies in singlehanded swordsmanship.

Personality:
Friendly
Wilful
Dutiful
Loyal
Trusting

- He easily blames himself/ takes on the world’s problems
- Vengeful (he holds grudges)
- Stickler for the rules
- Doesn’t really look beyond his job and family, making him at times ignorant to the struggles of others.

Character:
Tyr is The Big Brother type who as Captain holds a responsibility to his fellow soldiers and knights. He’s a perfectionist and stickler for the rules/oaths, but fiercely protective of his charges.
He does care for his fellow soldiers which is why he can get carried away.
Whilst he is not the character who’s patience you should test, he is known for his vengeful nature. Cross him and you’d better flee to the Void Sky.
Nevertheless he is amiable and friendly to most, though because he mainly focusses on the tasks at hand and those in his immediate surroundings, he often stays blind to the machinations and schemes of the powers that be.

Background:
Son of the noble Venray family he has been given the greatest care when it came to his upbringing.
Special tutors, dance and fencing instructors even famous strategists were thrown at him at an early age.
When he showed a specific prowess and skill with a blade his further future was set.
Tyr would join the ranks of the Knights of the kingdom.
His Uncle had been a Knight, but was due to his own war wounds playing up, his Uncle was planning to retire, with Tyr becoming a Knight their honour would be kept.
The Venray (pronounced Venrai) family is one of honour and renown, they always had been knights.
Ever since the founding days of the kingdom they belong to the Circle of the Trusted.
A group of nobles with close ties to the court and king. Each of those families have joined their lands in forming the current kingdom of Belisio. With the strongest of them crowned and made king. W
hile the Venray were powerful they chose to serve dutifully and have instilled the ideas of loyalty, honour and duty into their heirs.
It was custom to aspire greatness whilst serving and protecting the nation.
Overall they are well regarded by all, rich or poor. To work for the Venray’s is to work diligently and to heed the family vow:
Honour-bound by Blood.

Thanks to Tyr's hard work and his skill with the blade, he passed the ritual and was knighted without too much troubles.
His nickname however he received when during by the Andrassi tournament. He showed up in his new armour and caught the old champion by surprise by using his Shadow step move. This turned him into a red blur making the audience believe he was actually riding the wind.
Thus the name Crimson Rider was born and the wild tales of him besting the Iron Bear filled all the drinking halls.
Now he is one of the Vanguard, he scouts from high above, disappearing out of the enemy's sight so he may strike unnoticed with an element of surprise.

Equipment:
- Tyrhallan wears a special set of personalized red armour bearing his family’s crest; The Swallow tailed Kite.
- He uses his rocket boosters that are built into his jetpack in order to ‘fly’ through soaring up and above the enemy before cutting the power off and falling in style, swooping down on his enemies.
- His own sword 'Fate-bringer'. Unlike other swords its metal is black (obsidian) and it holds such a shine to it that one’s image is reflected in the blade.
It was given to him by his Uncle the day he was knighted.

Abilities:
- Enhanced Agility, Reflexes through years of training under different mentors.
- Swordsmanship
- Shadow step; a move in battle that accelerates one's speed.
- A Noble's education; social graces, ettiquete, basic knowledge of the world, with a focus on; strategy, history, economics, reading and writing.

Extra:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sH1Gjd82Clk