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Main Cast:
Name: Sephanir Nightbane
Nickname/Alias: Seph; The Dark Wizard; Wizard of Darkness
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: Seph (Normal) ; Seph (Battle Robes)
Skills:
History: Sephanir had a fairly normal childhood, free of magic and the problems he faces today. However, when he was only 10, he learned he was able to manipulate darkness. However, the previous Dark Wizard, Malkore, required Seph to live away from home to learn how to become the next Dark Wizard. He took the young Seph to live with him far away from civilization, only having contact with the traders who brought food and books every two weeks. Word that a new Dark Wizard was being trained soon spread around the kingdoms, but Seph was not granted the honor of meeting any of the people wanting to see the new Dark Wizard. However, he gained a reputation for being able to control darkness and keep the balance even though he was young. He became revered as the strongest Dark Wizard anyone had ever seen.
Other:
Name: Narcisa (Cisa) Naismith
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance: Cisa's foreign heritage has always set her apart from the rest of the village. Her hair is black and cut short to make working in the smithy easier. It's thick and reaches her shoulders, but is rarely brushed out and more often than not it is pulled back behind her head. She has dark olive skin like the Ercedi people. Her eyes are a more mundane brown like her father. She is about 5'5" and is fairly muscular due to the time she has spent assisting her father. She also has a scar in the shape of a "b" located on her neck. Though no one knows exactly who placed it on her, Sofia assumes her mother or relatives burned it onto her as a baby when she was born, marking her as a bastard.
Skills: Cisa is especially strong after years of helping her father in the forge. She acted as his apprentice, taking care of the fires and smaller jobs. Her father taught her many things, making her quite the skilled for her age. She also learned to cook to help Sofia with the family meals. She is a fast learner though and rarely says no to a challenge.
History: Narcisa's past is mostly shrouded in mystery. Cisa's father, Aden, swears he cannot remember ever having an tyrst before his marriage to Sofia, his current wife, yet Cisa appeared on his doorstep one day with a letter claiming she was his daughter. The letter included her name and a plea to take care of her. Unsure of what else to do, Aden took her in despite his wife's protests. They have lived together ever since, though most of the villagers were unsure of what to think of her. Over time they have come to accept her, viewing her as an adopted member of the community. Even so she has little hope a future in the small community with her unsure parentage. Her time is running out to come up with a plan.
The village itself is small and growing smaller year by year due to the closeness of the Dark Wizard. It is this reason that Cisa must help her father in his forge as he is the only blacksmith in town and no one has ever accepted the position as his apprentice. There are no young men in the area who stayed long enough for him to properly train so she took the position to keep things running smoothly to keep things running smoothly.
Other: She often hums a song that she does not know the words to. No one has ever recognized the tune.
The Wizards:
The Fire Wizard Pyrisilka - Appearance
The Water Wizard Telasorin - Appearance
The Earth Wizard Cromdali - Appearance
The Air Wizard Vatanax - Appearance
The Light Wizard Gelrathar - Appearance
The Sun Wizard Arharise - Appearance
The Moon Wizard Zaphalore - Appearance
The Space Wizard Nulphioryn - Appearance
The Time Wizard Kleliharith - Appearance
Mortal Characters:
Joanna Naismith - Appearance
Name: Sephanir Nightbane
Nickname/Alias: Seph; The Dark Wizard; Wizard of Darkness
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: Seph (Normal) ; Seph (Battle Robes)
Skills:
- Can manipulate darkness and cover large areas in complete blackness
- Can cloak himself in darkness and become invisible
- Helps contain the darkness that is brought by the Moon Mage
- Is also skilled in lightning magic, though rarely uses it due to the danger
- Understands many aspects of one-handed sword combat
- Knows how to set magical traps that trigger silently
History: Sephanir had a fairly normal childhood, free of magic and the problems he faces today. However, when he was only 10, he learned he was able to manipulate darkness. However, the previous Dark Wizard, Malkore, required Seph to live away from home to learn how to become the next Dark Wizard. He took the young Seph to live with him far away from civilization, only having contact with the traders who brought food and books every two weeks. Word that a new Dark Wizard was being trained soon spread around the kingdoms, but Seph was not granted the honor of meeting any of the people wanting to see the new Dark Wizard. However, he gained a reputation for being able to control darkness and keep the balance even though he was young. He became revered as the strongest Dark Wizard anyone had ever seen.
Other:
- Is blind in his left eye, but in darkness, he can see with both eyes, though limited in his left
- Has several focus items: his oldest sapphire gem, a jewel-encrusted silver sword (shown in picture), and his book of spells (shown in second picture); the book is necessary because the most complicated spells, the one to keep balance, are long and require a lot of energy
- Is friends with Zaphalore, the Moon Wizard, and Pyrisilka, the Fire Mage
- Has a pet black mamba snake named Scalesworth, who serves as a partial familiar and focus object
Name: Narcisa (Cisa) Naismith
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance: Cisa's foreign heritage has always set her apart from the rest of the village. Her hair is black and cut short to make working in the smithy easier. It's thick and reaches her shoulders, but is rarely brushed out and more often than not it is pulled back behind her head. She has dark olive skin like the Ercedi people. Her eyes are a more mundane brown like her father. She is about 5'5" and is fairly muscular due to the time she has spent assisting her father. She also has a scar in the shape of a "b" located on her neck. Though no one knows exactly who placed it on her, Sofia assumes her mother or relatives burned it onto her as a baby when she was born, marking her as a bastard.
Skills: Cisa is especially strong after years of helping her father in the forge. She acted as his apprentice, taking care of the fires and smaller jobs. Her father taught her many things, making her quite the skilled for her age. She also learned to cook to help Sofia with the family meals. She is a fast learner though and rarely says no to a challenge.
History: Narcisa's past is mostly shrouded in mystery. Cisa's father, Aden, swears he cannot remember ever having an tyrst before his marriage to Sofia, his current wife, yet Cisa appeared on his doorstep one day with a letter claiming she was his daughter. The letter included her name and a plea to take care of her. Unsure of what else to do, Aden took her in despite his wife's protests. They have lived together ever since, though most of the villagers were unsure of what to think of her. Over time they have come to accept her, viewing her as an adopted member of the community. Even so she has little hope a future in the small community with her unsure parentage. Her time is running out to come up with a plan.
The village itself is small and growing smaller year by year due to the closeness of the Dark Wizard. It is this reason that Cisa must help her father in his forge as he is the only blacksmith in town and no one has ever accepted the position as his apprentice. There are no young men in the area who stayed long enough for him to properly train so she took the position to keep things running smoothly to keep things running smoothly.
Other: She often hums a song that she does not know the words to. No one has ever recognized the tune.
The Wizards:
The Fire Wizard Pyrisilka - Appearance
The Water Wizard Telasorin - Appearance
The Earth Wizard Cromdali - Appearance
The Air Wizard Vatanax - Appearance
The Light Wizard Gelrathar - Appearance
The Sun Wizard Arharise - Appearance
The Moon Wizard Zaphalore - Appearance
The Space Wizard Nulphioryn - Appearance
The Time Wizard Kleliharith - Appearance
Mortal Characters:
Joanna Naismith - Appearance
Sweat dripped down Narcisa's face as she stoked the fires, coaxing the flame until she could barely stand the heat even with the leather gloves and apron to guard her skin. She sat back, rubbing her forehead with the back of her arm. The dimly lit workroom was alive with the sound of metal on metal as her father shaped a red-hot horse shoe at his anvil. Each clang rang out clear as a bell, sending a cascade of red sparks into the air. He'd chosen to work without a shirt that day due to the summer heat. Cisa wished she could do the same, but there were some social rules even she dare not break. Wearing trousers got her in enough trouble as it was, though she found it unavoidable. The forge was no place for skirts.
Her attention was drawn from her thoughts when the door to the forge opened. Sofia poked her head in and called out, "Joanna!" She frowned when no one answered her call, directing her glare to her husband's back, "Aden! Aden, have you seen Joanna?!"
Aden paused his hammering, blinking as though he's come out of a trance. He turned to Sofia, "What was that, dear?"
Her frown deepened, "Your daughter. Where is Joanna? I haven't seen her since breakfast. It's almost time for her lessons and she's not even begun her chores this morning."
"Haven't left the forge," he replied, turning his attention to Cisa, "You seen her?"
Cisa shook her head, "Have you checked the market? She likes to wander there sometimes whenever new merchants come to town."
Sofia nodded curtly, "I've checked already. It seems she's disappeared, the foolish thing." She turned back out of the forge, heading toward the neighbor's home.
Aden sighed, scratching his head before beginning his work again. He called to Cisa over his shoulder, "Why don't you help Sophia find her? I can manage for a while."
Cisa nodded and made her way to the door, pulling off her apron and gloves as she left. Her skin was coated in a layer of sweat and grim, turning her already coppery skin a shade darker. She went into the house, grabbing a ragged towel already blackened with soot and attempting to wipe some of the filth off of her face. Where could Joanna have gone today? It wouldn't be the first time the teenager had disappeared, though this was the first time she'd managed it so completely. Joanna, though on the cusp of her sixteenth birthday, was still a child at heart. She loved to read fairy tales and would often prattling on about knights and their adventures to whoever would give her the time of day. This week she had been going on about a prince in disguise. Cisa could still remember the odd conversation Joanna'd had with Sophia earlier that week.
"Mama," she'd began, her sweet voice sounding more like a curious child than an educated young woman, "Have you ever seen the Dark Wizard?"
Sofia had dropped the plate she'd been washing. She turned around with a shifting gaze as though the walls were about to attack, "Watch your mouth, young lady. You know better than to mention his name in this house. Do you want to bring a calamity down on us?"
"Mama, that's just a superstition," Joanna laughed, nibbling her bread, "I wonder what he's like. It must get lonely up in that big castle all alone."
Sofia gave an unimpressed grunt, "He's alone because he's dangerous. No sane person would willing go to him and expect to leave with his life. Wizards are unnatural creatures and not to be trifled with."
Joanna jumped to her feet, her blue eyes flashing, "That's unfair! You don't know him! I bet he's a really nice person, but everyone's just scared of him because he's cursed with his mean old magic."
Sofia laughed lowly, "Cursed? No, my little dove, wizards relish their power over us ordinary folks. He'd sooner kill you than befriend you."
Joanna opened her mouth, but snapped it shut after a moment and ran from the room with tears streaming from her eyes. Sofia had glanced back but said nothing else.
Cisa jogged up the stairs to the room she shared with Joanna, hoping to change into proper clothing before she went out. She avoided walking around the town in her work clothes whenever she could to keep the town's talk of her to a minimum. She made a beeline for her bed where her clothes were laid out; a cream colored smock with a brown kirtle to go over it, though both article of clothing had seen a better day. She picked up the smock, but stopped when she glanced at the back of the door. Joanna's cloak was gone. She never took her cloak out unless she was going into the woods. Why would she take it into town?
The realization hit Cisa like an unexpected hailstorm. She dropped her clothes. No…no not even Joanna was that reckless. But she had been acting strange lately, even for her. But everyone in town knew to avoid him at all costs; Joanna had been taught that from the time she'd taken her first step. If there was one thing Sofia had instilled in both Joanna and Cisa, it was to keep away from wizards. Magic was trouble for common people like themselves.
Cisa ran out the door, forgetting all about the clothes she was wearing. Joanna had been asking many questions about the woods lately...and about the wizard. She would sigh to herself and look at the woods with a wistful glance at night, a sad smile crossing her face. It wasn't proof, but those thoughts did make Cisa uneasy. Why had she not noticed before?
She ran for the woods, speeding down the path as fast as her heavy boots would allow for. Joanna couldn't be far yet; she'd never gone to the woods alone. The forest felt tense today, unlike she'd ever known it to. On any other day, a light breeze would have greeted her, carrying the scent of moist earth and greenery. She slowed to a walk, panting after her long run. She knew the path that led to the old keep that the wizard lived in; everyone knew it. Children were taught that walking it brought bad luck and hunters would abandon their prey if they happened to cross it. Joanna knew it as well. Cisa picked up her pace once she found the overgrown path, making her way through the weeds and thick underbrush that had overgrown the path.
After what felt like ages of trampling plants, she arrived at the clearing in the woods where the old manor stood. The giant house was far bigger than Cisa had imagined it would be, standing tall with a stone wall surrounding the boarder of the house. A heavy set of iron gates stood shut, rusted by the looks of them. Cisa heard a grunt, taking her attention from the impressive house to the top of the wall just a little ways down from her. There, nearly at the top of the stone wall was Joanna. She'd struggled up the old stone work by the looks of it, abandoning her cloak along the way to ease the climb. Cisa ran to the wall, "Joanna!"
There was a gasp and a scuffle as Joanna kicked herself over the top of the wall onto the other side, landing with a solid thump in the grass. Cisa ran up to the wall, "Joanna, stop!" It was little use. She had disappeared. Cisa groaned under her breath before kicking off her boots. She swore Joanna was a squirrel in human skin. That girl had always been able to get up any tree or building no matter how improbable the height. Cisa sighed before gripping the stone and beginning her ascent. It wasn't enough that Joanna had gone near the wizard's keep, no she'd had to go in. Cisa strained as she reached for handholds, wondering how that thin twig of a girl had managed the holds. There were cracks in the wall, small but firm. After a several grueling minutes of searching for holds, she reach reached the top of the wall and hauled herself up. Pausing to catch her breath, Cisa survey the yard, shocked at the sorry state the house appeared to be in. Could it be possible for someone to actually live here? Her eyes searched the grounds for signs of Joanna, but it seemed she had vanished again. Cisa lowered herself over the wall and dropped onto a bush of some sort, thankful that it lacked thorns. She stood up and started heading for the house, shivering despite herself. Something about this place felt unnatural. The grounds were silent and the air was cold despite the time of year. She walked slowly toward the house, remaining quiet for fear of alerting the inhabitance of the house to either her or Joanna's presence. She headed for the back, praying Joanna at least had the brains not to try using the front door. She found a back door which might have been a servant's entrance back in the day. She tested it and found the door opened. Cisa cursed under her breath and headed in, holding her breath as she passed through the doorway.
The room she entered was filled with many crates and barrels, some marked with the familiar symbols for wine or food while other bore symbols she'd never seen before. There were cobwebs over many of the objects as though no one had entered the room in years. Something skittered across the floor in front of her, though the poor lighting kept her from seeing whether it was a rat or…something else. She wandered through the cluttered room and came to a staircase near the back. She crept up the stairs and found herself in another room only cleaner with several items being displayed. Whatever they were, they looked important and important things were rarely left unguarded. She would need to be careful. To be on the safe side, she avoided touching any of them. Magic was nothing but trouble and she wanted no trouble today. All she needed was to find Joanna and go, hopefully without running into any of the inhabitants of the house. 'Joanna,' she groaned internally, 'Where are you?'
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