User:Captaincarrot/Dark Interests
Written by IceFireWarden
I, Cassia of House Noveau, am a practitioner of the dark arts. I feel no shame in admitting that, for unlike others of my ilk I am a bold and courageous spirit that exudes confidence in my endeavors.
The eccentric beauties of immoral acts runs in my blood, you see; House Noveau claims its descent from the ancient Ayleid matriarchy of Vabria-Rielle, who kept conjured satyrs and nymphs as slaves alongside the local Nedes. They threw parties so grossly decadent that the other Ayleid Lords were disgusted at the eviscerated minstrels and lavished skeletons left behind at their end. When the Ayleidoon were slaughtered during the Slave Rebellion, the slaves of Vabria-Rielle emerged from the city’s rubble and banded together to help found the city of Leyawiin where they would become House Noveau―known for our ornate ballroom and mastery of conjuration magics.
When I was a little girl, I at first disregarded this family history and focused solely on becoming a great sorceress that could serve well in the Shadow Legion. It wasn’t until my eighteenth birthday that I was exposed to dark techniques that would surely make the Eight Divines frown down upon me; as part of the final portion of my training curriculum I was sent to the city of Windhelm in Skyrim, where I was supposed to use my magical gifts to find the Reman-era magister symbols hidden throughout the city. Instead I bumped into a disgruntled young Nord by the name of Roland who promised to show me even better techniques than the ones the battlemages knew.
Skepticism clouded my mind when he told me he was a former Greybeard-in-training that had fled from High Hrothgar when his masters disapproved of the new “thu’ums” he wanted to create, but my curiosity led me to go to his secret arcanum in the dead of night to learn of the knowledge he had. Heh, I am quite joyous that I did. While I only understood some of the information that he told me (I’m still not entirely sure if the Greybeards can be considered “true” mages or not), I did learn that the strange voice-magicks he had been taught by the thu’um masters of the Throat of the World had led to him gaining superb oral dexterity and lung capacity for incantations, and that night I gained an intimate epiphany as to why they’re called Tongues.
The following day I decided to abandon my previous dream of joining the Shadow Legion, as I had learned that true magical strength and power lay in the minds of men and women spurned by the conventions of society. And although Master Roland was arrested five years ago, I have apprenticed with many more masters and mistresses since then. I learned the intricacies of nerve magic from a Summerset flesh mage by the name of Baramil, and now my fingers are delicate tools of destruction. In High Rock I studied under a conjurist who called herself Stellia, and she taught me how to manipulate the forms of creatures I summon from the outer planes into a variety of shapes and forms; now I can easily conceal my tools from prudish guards and indignant guild members, by keeping them hidden on my person at all times.
In truth, after so many experienced teachers in the last five years I would think my mind and body would have fallen apart from exhaustion by now. But, in this 123rd year of this current era at the age of twenty-three I can safely say that now I am the master of my art (or mistress, perhaps? My partners often call me both or neither in the heat of our battles). I have yet to lose a duel of spell movements and techniques in the last two years, and I have left all of my opponents dribbling messes while I soak in the thrills of victory.
Now my wanderings lead me to a mysterious new land and new people―the archipelago of Yneslea and its citizenry. The Bat Elves known as the Echmer are said to be somewhat disdainful of magic, and only allow it to be practiced in an approved manner within their society. This made me think they were a race of disgusting traditionalists too afraid to magically explore the limits of their bodies and senses, until I realized they practiced even stranger and fouler magics like puppetry magic. Controlling one’s body with magical threads that can be pulled and snapped with ease…it just makes me shiver in anticipation. I wonder if I can use my particular skill set to convince one to teach me some novice spells in this school magic, and perhaps the echolocative screaming they can do as well…?
Meanwhile, the Hyu-Ket have also garnered my attention. I have never ever considered having a goblin as a master, but I have heard that these “bug goblins” are not only surprisingly smart, but paintings of them make them appear to be adorably cute as well! I wonder if their gardening spells apply to metaphorical flowers as well as the literal, but I, Cassia Noveau, am always willing to learn!
All that aside, I do think that I’ll leave the Terenjoe and the Broh-Kah alone. The former because I’m not quite sure how a race of shark-people with fish-tails instead of humanoid legs and lower parts has anything to teach me anything on land, and the latter because even I must have some standards.
Unless, of course, they’re open to it.
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