Viserya Luisant-Leger's Story

Viserya paced around the furniture in her room. One moment she was sitting on the golden-white Ottoman and the next she was leaning over the window. Finally she sat down into her oversized armchair and picked up the unfinished Jessamine embroidery that was resting on the nearby desk. After several attempts to get the thread into the needle with her clearly too shaky hands she dropped everything to the ground and groaned in frustration. She knew it was a bad idea, who in their right mind would steal a messenger dove (although it isn't really stealing if you own it) and secretly send a letter to Faramir Elendil?

Another groan followed as Viserya's mind was coming up with the worst outcomes possible. It has been almost 3 days since the said letter was sent and still no response came. Has her dove gotten lost? If it has in fact wandered away was it before it even reached Faramir or on the way back? Or worse, has someone from the Great Council intersected it? Viserya was now biting her lover lip and picking at the embellished hem of her robe. The Council had expressly forbidden her to try improving her magic. Asking one of the greatest magicians in the world to teach her was most definitely breaking that rule. The Great Council was not to be messed with, she had learned that years ago but that stubborn part of her and the thrill of finally doing something she actually wants won this round.
Viserya was lost in her thoughts and it took her some time to finally notice the cooing coming from the window frame. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she laid her eyes on the snow white dove that has a massage tied to it's leg. She hurried to get it slightly tripping over the carpet in the most ungraceful way possible. Quickly unpinning the letter from the bird's leg she unwrapped the parchment. Before she could begin reading she heard knocking. She quickly shooed the bird away and hid the message in her sleeve as she responded with a ˝Come in.˝

Theoden Elendil



Theoden Elendil, eldest son of Faramir Elendil, stood in the middle of a rounded room surrounded by his pupils. They were learning the art of determining rune compatibility. For those interested in rune magic, it is a most essential skill to have. It was common for any town regardless of nation to have rune shops about in the common areas. Runes on a smaller scale were plentiful in the world. However they are most all derivatives of the 27 True Runes. Rune shops needed magicians that knew how to affix runes, test aptitude and to remove them as well. It was a relatively simple manner of employment for any magician if they wanted to earn a living in a town.

As the class concluded Theoden dismissed his students. “Tomorrow be prepared for a test of your newly acquired skill from today. Practice at home.” Theoden said with a smile. He loved teaching, it was a joyous task to see others excited to learn a new skill.

Theoden began to clear away things left in the instruction room. He stopped to ponder on his brother’s whereabouts. Thorin had set out a few days earlier to go to the lands of Fyrkat. Their father was their and there was urgent news that needed to be delivered. It seemed that the world was bound for more turmoil, Faramir’s worst fear. Theoden looked out of the large window to view the beautiful horizon. Toward the tower flew a white dove carrying a message.

Theoden allowed the dove to nest in his hands. After removing the message he cradled the dove in one arm while holding the letter in the other. It was from the Empress of Espoir, Viserya Luisant-Leger. It had been some time since the Magician’s Tower had received salutations from The Empire of Espoir. Theoden read the letter, it was for his father Faramir. It seemed that the Empress of Espoir was in need of a teacher so that she could hone her magical abilities however given the nature of her situation, secrecy was mandatory. Since she wasn’t allowed an actual magic instructor Faramir would have to go on a different premise.

Theoden pondered for a moment. “Hmm… my father is busy in the north. He would most definitely want to see to it that the Empress is taken care of and taught properly.” Theoden decided that he would have to go. He was excited, he was always happy at the opportunity to help another in their study of magic and even combat training. “Now what should be my official reason for being there…? Perhaps I shall offer my services as an advisor to the empress. Considering the impending danger the world is in it would not be wise for a nation to turn a wise sorcerer away with a prophecy regarding the fate of nations.” Theoden immediately wrote a letter in reply and sent it to the Empire of Espoir via the dove sent by the empress. He set out immediately for the Empire.

After a long but swift journey he arrived in the island nation. It was truly a beautiful place. The population seemed so diverse. There were people of Wa decent, Fykat decent, even some that descended from the Mediterranean Lineage. This place made him fell less like a foreigner but just one of many different faces all intermingled on the island. As he crossed the waters he could see merpeople leaping freely in and out of the waters. It must have been understood that both land and sea dwellers respected each other’s space here. Theoden was beyond impressed at the magnificent empire.

He was led to the castle after explaining his plight to the many guardsmen and royal barricades that questioned Theoden. However he had little trouble once he told them of who he was and why he was there. They immediately granted him audience with the empress. A maid led him toward the Empress’ chambers, the young woman was shy and smiled as she took occasional glances at the mage. Theoden smiled as well. They reached the door and the maid knocked.

˝Come in.˝ a voice answered through the door. Theoden and the maid entered.

The maid introduced Theoden. “Your majesty, may I present to you Lord Theoden Elendil of the Magician’s Tower.“

Theoden took a few steps forward and bowed to the Empress. “Your highness, I bring greetings from the Magician’s Tower in Mildorian. On behalf of my farther The great Wizard Faramir Elendil I come to offer my personal assistance to the Empress. In Mildorian, we are known for predicting the events to come by careful reading of the stars. The star profess that every nation shall know great trouble. I came to ensure that Espoir’s ethers remain balanced thus steering it in a more positive ethereal balance. You require a magical energy of great magnitude from a southern ether. My being near the Empress will ward away disaster during this time. I shall serve her in whatever way I can, if you’ll allow it.”

Theoden smiled at the Empress. She was younger than he thought she would be. He was impressed that such a young woman was willing to push her skills as far as they could go. She must have great determination, Theoden thought. He was hoping his excuse for being there was good enough.

Viserya relaxed a bit when she saw the person entering her room was her handmaiden Maria, but her face adopted a look of confusion when the petite blonde maid was joined by an unknown figure. The stranger looked vaguely familiar and yet Viserya was sure she hasn't met him before. It was after the maid introduced him as Lord Theoden Elendil that she realized he must be one of Faramir Elendil sons.
Viserya returned the bow and a light smile played on her lips as Theoden explained the reasons of his presence. ˝Your greeting's are well accepted. It is a pleasure to have you here Lord Elendil. I must apologize for I have not been aware of your arrival and therefore I am at a loss of words to express the honour it presents. I will be a privilege to have your advisory.“ Viserya sat down in the heavily cushioned armchair, she did it carefully covering the discarded embroidery on the floor with the skirt of her Bisque coloured dress. With a gentle swift of her hand she motioned Theoden to sit on the chair opposite from her. ˝Maria, you may go.“ The maid made no movement as she was staring at Theoden obviously enticed by him. ˝Maria.“ The Empress repeated but this time her voice took on a sharper tone. The girl blushed in embarrassment and left the room muttering a string of apologies.
As soon as the door closed and the maid was gone Viserya's posture clearly changed. She leaned into the armchair and let her hands rest on the supports of it instead of neatly in her lap. ˝Do not think of me as cruel for sending her off like that, it's just...“ She sighed. ˝I have this reputation of being emotionless and untouchable to keep.“ Her voice was much calmer and less meticulous now. In these minutes she made a transition from the Empress of Light to a (relatively) normal seventeen year old girl. ˝You're quite a fast traveller.“ She took the message from the pocket in her sleeve and set it down on the. ˝I haven't had time to read it, it came mere moments before you. I must say once again how honoured I am for you to be here. Although I must admit I think I'm a lost cause when it comes to magic, I haven't practised in almost two years since the only magic book I had time to hide before my room was searched was a potions one. I can create create and control a flame without any runes, which I have been told is rare, but any magic here is rare so I didn't pay it much mind. I could demonstrate but I warn you, if you laugh, I have the authority to behead you.“ Viserly took a few deep breaths, at first they were a bit shaky but after she convinced herself that she can't be that much worse from the kids Theoden teaches back in Magician’s Tower she regained her composure. She brushed her hands against each other and right before she stilled them she hummed Incendere. As she broke the grasp sparks flew from her fingers and created a flame enveloping her palms, from her wrists to the tips of her nails. The blaze of fire danced shortly between her spread hands but disappeared just as quickly as it had come to be.
To say Viserya was proud of herself would be an understatement, the fire lasted longer and shone brighter than she has ever made it before, it seems the need to prove herself has given her more power. She tried not to let her excitement show since it was still nothing compared to what the magician in front of her could do so she cleared her throat and spoke.˝ And? Am I truly a lost cause or do I have something you'd manage to work with?“

Theodin Elendil



Viserya returned the bow and a light smile played on her lips as Theoden explained the reasons of his presence. ˝Your greetings are well accepted. It is a pleasure to have you here Lord Elendil. I must apologize for I have not been aware of your arrival and therefore I am at a loss of words to express the honour it presents. I will be a privilege to have your advisory.“ Viserya sat down in the heavily cushioned armchair, she did it carefully covering the discarded embroidery on the floor with the skirt of her Bisque coloured dress. With a gentle swift of her hand she motioned Theoden to sit on the chair opposite from her. ˝Maria, you may go.“ The maid made no movement as she was staring at Theoden obviously enticed by him. ˝Maria.“ The Empress repeated but this time her voice took on a sharper tone. The girl blushed in embarrassment and left the room muttering a string of apologies.

Theoden nodded to the maid in a kind farewell gesture. He was a tiny bit tickled by the young woman’s reaction to him. He wasn’t sure if she was sensing his magical energy or simply admiring his looks. If the young woman was reacting to his energy then she must have had some minor magic potential. The thought excited Theoden. If the handmaiden possibly had magical potential then the Empress must have great abilities and potential herself. He was anticipating a great teaching experience.

As soon as the door closed and the maid was gone Viserya's posture clearly changed. She leaned into the armchair and let her hands rest on the supports of it instead of neatly in her lap. ˝Do not think of me as cruel for sending her off like that, it's just...“ She sighed. ˝I have this reputation of being emotionless and untouchable to keep.“ Her voice was much calmer and less meticulous now.

“That’s understandable your highness.” Theoden replied calmly, his face still retained his earlier smile. He sat down in the nicely cushioned chair.

The empress seemed to change in disposition greatly. She was so regal and composed it was as if Theoden was talking to someone as old as he. This sort of feeling was very rare for Theoden being very old, in fact older than seven times the empress’ age. However she was beginning to act and carry herself more in the manner of a seventeen year old.

˝You're quite a fast traveller.“ She took the message from the pocket in her sleeve and set it down on the. ˝I haven't had time to read it, it came mere moments before you. I must say once again how honoured I am for you to be here. Although I must admit I think I'm a lost cause when it comes to magic, I haven't practiced in almost two years since the only magic book I had time to hide before my room was searched was a potions one. I can create and control a flame without any runes, which I have been told is rare, but any magic here is rare so I didn't pay it much mind. I could demonstrate but I warn you, if you laugh, I have the authority to behead you.”

Viserly took a few deep breaths, she regained her composure. She brushed her hands against each other and right before she stilled them she hummed Incendiary. As she broke the grasp sparks flew from her fingers and created a flame enveloping her palms, from her wrists to the tips of her nails. The blaze of fire danced shortly between her spread hands but disappeared just as quickly as it had come to be. She cleared her throat and spoke. “And? Am I truly a lost cause or do I have something you'd manage to work with?“

Theoden’s smile broadened. He was excited. To see her create fire from her hands without the use of a rune, or and actual spell was amazing. The potential the empress held was enormous but under the current conditions she would never achieve even a fraction of the success that she could if she was allowed to formally train. Theoden leaned forward in his chair a bit and spoke to the empress.

“I am most impressed. Whoever told you that the creation of fire without a rune is impressive was indeed correct. It is a rare and amazing feat to have achieved. You didn’t even use a formal spell, meaning that you have a heaven granted ability. Such a skill would fall under the category of Miracle magic. This would place you in the bracket of potential as an A or S Rank magician. I would be honored to help your Highness.” Theoden’s smile faded a little. “However one thing does concern me. Your kingdom’s rule for not allowing you to be taught magic by an outsider still could prove a hindrance to your training. The kind of exercises that you will eventually engage in to train will need you to be in an area where you can push your power to its limits without fear of being seen of hurting another. I imagine it is not easy for you to have a moment without eyes being fixed on you is there? It would be beneficial for you to train in Mildorian but I fear that may not be an option for an Empess such as yourself.” Theoden could tell that Viserya was capable of large feats of magical mayhem given what he witnessed today. However Viserya could not practice such magic in such closed quarters. That would be like asking two swordsmen to hold a duel in a tiny closet.