To let One's past rest

[Laeonathan 5889]

Raziel Alone

 - To let one’s past rest -

The Rift below the Fi’Andria Palace (Artist Unknown)

 

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The Principality of Fenn, 62 SA

The icy cold wind was pressing against the young boy’s face as he made his way through the large gates of Fenn. The boy’s cheeks were red from the cold and he hurried up the stairs towards his father’s cavernous library - with thoughts of the heath's warmth he almost missed up on what was happening  at the fireplace of Fenn. Yet Raziel turned to the right and saw a tall elven Princess idly conversing with a human knight by the fireplace of Fenn. He looked up and down her - she had a familiar face; or more so. He pondered on who she was for a second. Then, suddenly his eyes opened wide and he just pointed at her “Uh, uh!” the boy exclaimed with infantile enthusiasm, “You are Ivarielle! I want to fight for you!” he continued - still pointing at the soon-to-be Princess - who played the lyre during all this.

 

Yet, this memory was from long ago. Today; 62 years later even though faint seemed to be real to Raziel. A joke even - now that he stood where he stood. How could he have dedicated his life to the vision of this individual?

 

Remnants of the Celianorian Palace, 123 SA

He was no longer a boy - 68 years of age and honored with titles for his steadfast and loyal service to Ivarielle’s cause and the now-formed Principality of Celia’nor. Celia’nor; the greatest elven state the world had seen in more than 200 years. A state he had helped shape, from his 17th year on. A mage he had become by now - and a father of three already, despite his young age for elven standards.

 

As Raziel and Anordal stepped into the ruins of the very palace he had designed with Mythaldir 38 years prior, he realized the extent of the destruction caused by what he guessed to be Ivarielle’s Hubris - the massive voidal tear exploded. The throne room was ripped apart, entirely. The air was thick with mana. He could feel it empower him.

 

“She just hungered for power - without vision. Do you know why I originally created those?” Anordal asked Raziel - the elder mali turned to him now. “I envisioned a future where those tears may power our cities, to bring upon a new age.” he was to explain “Yet… Ivarielle only knew lust… hunger for power.”

 

“I realize that now too-” he retorted to his ancient cousin. “I devoted my life to a tyrant, a foolish Uthir.” Raziel admitted something he knew deep inside already. “How do I close it?” he then asked, staring deep into the rift, were horrors could be seen lurking - his eyes momentarily meeting with those of the horrors inside. It flickered; the horror’s hungry eyes staring back, as if hoping to escape so they may consume, corrupt and devour.

 

“You will need a lot of magi to support you.” Anordal answered, starting to explain…

 

The Voidal Hollow, 124 SA

There he stood now; filled with the hope to end the voidal incursion. Sulieronn and he were leading the ritual empowered by many magi: From Celia’nor, Haense, Urguan and Lurin. Less came than Raziel hoped for - and less than Sulieronn and he needed. Their efforts were without success. While Sulieronn tried to pull down those edges of the rift in the ritual, Raziel hoped to end it by pushing the rift back inside. They succeeded for a mere second; before the rift exploded into the same size and sent forth a shockwave that pushed back most of the magi, yet sent others straight to the void. 

 

They had failed.

 

Raziel found himself on the other side of the continent - in the Mori-invested Kingdom of Norland. Quickly he hurried south to the allied Kingdom of Haense - where he found Lanre. Upon his return to Fi’Andria half a month later he spoke quickly to Valindra - yet, she was the last to see him since that day.

Raziel had disappeared - and so had his youngest daughter, Arakiella....

[Angeliqz 146]

A lone blue figure rested upon the tavern windowsill. Watching, waiting for a sign. Had he gone on a trip? Some excursion, a mission perhaps? The empty tavern was dull, lacking of life without such a familiar face. Perhaps if they waited a bit longer, they might see him at the gate..

[Cozy_Tea 276]

Upon the library on the second floor stood the head-librarian reading a book, staring off at the large painting of Ivarielle as she leaned forward silently gazing at the portrait. "I'd never thought I would be speaking to a painting," she scoffed with a grin. "He spoke much of you, and it made me light an interest to know more regarding this nation... to know more about my Home," Llora conveyed, her smile vanishing as she lifted her head to glance at the starry canopy. "He's a great friend and was an incredible mentor, I hope I get the opportunity to tell him that the next time I see Him." She told, turning her head down and wandering out while persisting to read her book.

 

        

 

(OOC: she doesn't know he disappeared.)

[Tigergiri 3073]

A small blonde who was slumped on the ground somewhere let out a heartbreaking, agonizing cry.