Fatina
10-30-08, 08:51 PM
((Closed.))
It was this day of full moon that ancients had attributed to the good harvest and the high rise of the sea. But the beautiful silver sphere had a more vile effect on the criminals, mentally insane, beasts, dogs, cats, birds and perverts alike. It was the night in which lunatics roamed about to do mischief, where the power of the full moon filled their heads with precious little plots of realized fantasy. It was difficult to believe the queen on the night sky held such a contract with the malign.
Fatina had already been knocked off her right mind a couple hours ago when night set. She sat atop an old tree overseeing a road. Across from her laid large parcels of land where wheat was still being harvested this late into autumn. The grains shone silver in the moonlight, moving with the cool breeze, making the spectacle come alive as the sea. Fatina licked her lip in anticipation of what laid behind the small hill where the road disappeared from sight under a row of long, sickly trees. From there, a soft, almost invisible orange aura tainted the black sky.
The breeze blew once again, cutting her skin like cold stones. Yet she felt nothing, or could not bring herself to; the excitement alone captivated her mind entirely.
"Back to the days of raid" Fatina whispered to herself, her eyes not moving, nor blinking or closing for moisture even a second, they watered profusely.
It was probably not more than thirty years ago when she was summoned to war against an isolated nation due west. For her, there had never been such a thing as war, only petty play. With this nation's poor resources their army, if you could call it an army, had proven to be no match against the mage squadrons that took the capital city in two days. She had been shipped there with her own group, a journey that took a week. By the time she had arrived the nation had already surrendered, there was nothing else to do than secure the capital until Alerar had proved a new government in. In the mean time she would entertain herself by raiding small towns deep into foreign territory, taking whatever and whomever she wished.
It had been this crime of war that had helped her acquire a countless number of reagents for spells, many of which where considered necromancy she had tried to reproduce from Xem'zûnd. Fatina, one of the highest mages of her council would later be discovered and trialed for treason, stripping her of her rank and powers that could easily match those of her top former superiors. It was a fall from grace she did not like to remember too much, but if there was something she detested where the rules of alchemy set by the academy. Arts such as forging souls fascinated her, but in their eyes it was the highest, and most vile kind of blasphemy.
It was this day of full moon that ancients had attributed to the good harvest and the high rise of the sea. But the beautiful silver sphere had a more vile effect on the criminals, mentally insane, beasts, dogs, cats, birds and perverts alike. It was the night in which lunatics roamed about to do mischief, where the power of the full moon filled their heads with precious little plots of realized fantasy. It was difficult to believe the queen on the night sky held such a contract with the malign.
Fatina had already been knocked off her right mind a couple hours ago when night set. She sat atop an old tree overseeing a road. Across from her laid large parcels of land where wheat was still being harvested this late into autumn. The grains shone silver in the moonlight, moving with the cool breeze, making the spectacle come alive as the sea. Fatina licked her lip in anticipation of what laid behind the small hill where the road disappeared from sight under a row of long, sickly trees. From there, a soft, almost invisible orange aura tainted the black sky.
The breeze blew once again, cutting her skin like cold stones. Yet she felt nothing, or could not bring herself to; the excitement alone captivated her mind entirely.
"Back to the days of raid" Fatina whispered to herself, her eyes not moving, nor blinking or closing for moisture even a second, they watered profusely.
It was probably not more than thirty years ago when she was summoned to war against an isolated nation due west. For her, there had never been such a thing as war, only petty play. With this nation's poor resources their army, if you could call it an army, had proven to be no match against the mage squadrons that took the capital city in two days. She had been shipped there with her own group, a journey that took a week. By the time she had arrived the nation had already surrendered, there was nothing else to do than secure the capital until Alerar had proved a new government in. In the mean time she would entertain herself by raiding small towns deep into foreign territory, taking whatever and whomever she wished.
It had been this crime of war that had helped her acquire a countless number of reagents for spells, many of which where considered necromancy she had tried to reproduce from Xem'zûnd. Fatina, one of the highest mages of her council would later be discovered and trialed for treason, stripping her of her rank and powers that could easily match those of her top former superiors. It was a fall from grace she did not like to remember too much, but if there was something she detested where the rules of alchemy set by the academy. Arts such as forging souls fascinated her, but in their eyes it was the highest, and most vile kind of blasphemy.