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}Is there something you desire of me? I will comply... to the best of my ability.
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #38028A || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #6A339E
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- Renevari le Frey
- Origin and Meaning: Derived from an ancient dialect of Yulian, her first name has a rather flamboyant connotation, perhaps best translated as “August Scion of the Dawn,” with “Rene” serving as the possessive form of “Ren,” meaning Dawn, and “-vari” usually serving as both noun and honorific adjective to describe an imperial heir. Normally, this sort of name would be considered hilariously anachronistic. Her surname, on the other hand, is a touch more accurate, meaning quite literally “The Fallen,” and traditionally having been used to refer to former aristocrats who had lost their titles and estates.
- Ren of Yulia
- Origin and Meaning: She finds her first name to be pompous and her surname to be shameful due to their respective connotations. As such, she more commonly goes by this moniker, as it is a much more common girl's name in Yulia. Although, nowadays, most people use the more modern pronunciation of “Re'an,” so she still stands out a little bit...
- Female
- 21
✦ Class ✦- Caster...?
- Anastacia of Astora
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}You wish to know more about me? Well... I suppose... if that is your request, then...
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- 5 Feet, 6 Inches.
- 101 Pounds.
- Amber.
- Pale, dusty blonde.
- A woman of average height by most standards, Renevari nevertheless stands a head above most Yulian common women. With her amber, light-hued eyes and similarly pale hair, a discerning eye might yet identify her as a lady of respectable heritage, even in her present state of degradation. Yet, despite her potentially regal appearance, befitting a maiden of some pedigree, at present she looks little more than a pauper. She's terribly thin, with her whole body showing signs of starvation and physical inactivity - flesh clinging tightly to her bones, which show in many places beneath her skin due to her lack of muscle. Her overall complexion is almost deathly pale, indicating that she probably hasn't been exposed directly to the sunlight in years. Her hair, once vibrant like gold, now has faded to a duller shade of yellow-gray, and one can clearly see various veins and dark spots crisscrossing her body - old scars mingling with her own haggard physique to create a dark tapestry upon her flesh.
Her features might once have been quite appealing to look at, but as she is now, she looks more pathetic than she does beautiful. Her rounded cheeks have grown more shallow and gaunt, giving her countenance an angular aspect thanks in part to her prominent cheekbones. Her brightly colored eyes now seem like those of something dead, simply staring blankly forward, rimmed in shades of red and purple. Her pink lips are cracked and parched, and the smile they once displayed is now shown to no one. Nevertheless, her pallid skin yet remains soft and smooth, and her hair yet retains its silky texture, each showing faint hints of the elegant lady she once was, and might have been. Regardless, whether one finds her repugnant, pitiable, or appealing largely depends on what first impression the onlooker happens to get.
}"I don't have anything, really, aside from the clothes on my back... And there aren't many special talents I possess... I'm afraid I may not be of much use to you."
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- As far as clothing goes, Ren tends to dress in a conservative fashion, in ragged imitation of Yulian ladies. Her attire consists of what once might have been an elegant dress and corset, now worn, stained, and tattered to being almost unrecognizable - a nebulous sort of robe, colored in varying shades of faded purple, ash and soot streaked gray, dirty brown, and the occasional spot of bloody crimson. Over this, she drapes herself in a mantle, hood, and caplet, the composition of which is so scruffy and ragged that in some places, it resembles more a coat of skin than it does one of fur. More often than not, she can be seen with her hood hanging low over her face, shielding her eyes from the daylight she's so unaccustomed to, and the cloak itself wrapped tightly around her, as even clad as she is from head to foot, she always seems strangely cold. What few belongings she has, she tends to carry with her in a criss-crossed pair of satchels hung from her sides. These largely tend toward the practical - scraps of food, a waterskin, a small field knife stripped off of a corpse - but despite this frugal tendency, they're largely empty, for the most part.
- Singing: Often taught to the daughters of the well-to-do as one of the "feminine arts" in Yulia, this traditionally encompasses not only the act of singing beautifully, but also some elements of the theatrical. In place of religious zeal, Yulia has a strong veneration of its own culture and history. As such, ballads of old heroes tend to be regarded as the highest form of song, since they are not only beautiful by their own merit, but are also valuable due to the lessons they impart. Thus, to become a true songstress, and master this particular art, a woman must not only learn to control her own voice and sing in a way that is pleasant to hear, but must also learn to express the feelings of the characters in the song in a way that moves her audience. In this regard, Renevari is - or at least, was - fairly skilled. However, she seldom sees fit to practice this skill any longer, and, even if she did, it is doubtful anyone would care.
- Cooking: Another feminine art, but, unlike the art of song, one traditionally held in scorn by the members of the upper classes, as wealthy women would, in old days, have servants to perform such menial tasks in their place. The fact that Renevari took the time to learn this art is testament to her family's fall from grace - as, in the absence of such service, she had to learn to tend to the needs of both her family and her guests herself. While the sort of fancy cooking one might expect of a noble's dinner table could hardly become relevant on a lengthy journey, Renevari is surprisingly capable at making even the most basic of foodstuffs palatable, at the very least. Perhaps she was never gifted with the means to prepare such banquets in the first place, and had to make do with what was available?
- Medicine: A third feminine art, and one rarely practiced by nobles or commoners alike. Due to Yulia's warlike nature, nurses and physicians were always in great demand in field hospitals and the like - and thus were commonly conscripted from the populace. Families who did not wish to have their daughters taken from them thus refused to teach them this particular skill, so that they would not be eligible for conscription. The very fact that Renevari took the time to master the art of tending to illnesses and wounds shows a remarkable level of altruism and compassion on her part - a far cry from her current state of emotional detachment.
- Yulian Magecraft ~ Theoretical Expert: During the history of the Yulian tradition of magecraft, seven distinct forms of magic were elevated to the official status of "True Sorceries," as they could only be used by those trained in their respective arts, fulfilled a variety of specified functions, and could be taught to anyone with magical potential. While some spellcasters had their own unique talents or quirks when it came to using magic, these could not be bestowed upon other magic users, and were thus referred to as "Quirks," "Gimmicks," or, in the case of hereditary perks tied to a specific bloodline, "Noble Traits." The First Sorcery, Creation, was the ability to turn magic into any given physical form - a theoretical ability posited by magical historians to explain the seemingly godlike acts of ancient spellcasters detailed in old texts and legends. This ability, while never mastered by any present day spellcaster, served as the Origin point from which the next five arts were derived. The Second Sorcery, Alchemy, was the more fundamental ability to convert a specific amount of magical energy into a corresponding amount of a single substance, allowing for the manifestation of specific objects out of energy. The Third Sorcery, Thaumaturgy, meanwhile, revolved around turning magical energy into more mundane forms of energy, such as electricity or heat. The Fourth Sorcery, Viturgy, was more esoteric, converting one's life into magic and back again, allowing one to manipulate living bodies, both to harm and to heal, by infusing them with power. The Fifth Sorcery, Animism, was in turn derived from this, revolving around bestowing the life force created through Viturgy upon inanimate objects, creating golems and other such living constructs, with the hypothetical goal of reviving the dead. The Sixth Sorcery, Separation, was even grander in scale, tracing a connection between the magical energy of the world and its very laws, and devoting itself to the art of creating areas so saturated with magic that the laws of reality could be tampered with, creating a separate area of "inside," where the Separator's will would be enforced, and outside, where the flow of magic maintained normalcy - a feat of Sorcery that could only be attempted by the very greatest minds of Yulia. Finally, the Seventh Sorcery, Unification, aimed to recreate the First Sorcery by combining the essences of all other magical arts into one. It could theoretically be achieved by creating a Separation that drew off of the caster's own life force, creating a direct connection between them and the magical flow of the world, and thus turning the entire world into the caster's "domain," allowing them to perform feats of omnipotence that would match the description of the First Sorcery. However, as even a thousand archmages couldn't even begin to reach a fraction of the energy necessary to perform such a feat, it, like the art it attempted to replicate, remains a mere hypothetical endpoint of Sorcery, just as the First Sorcery represents its theoretical origin. Renevari, for her part, is completely unable to use any of these arts of her own power, due to her lack of latent magical energy which would prevent her from initiating a sorcery or controlling the outcome. However, she has nevertheless studied them attentively, and is very well acquainted with magical theory, thus allowing her to, at the very least, recognize and identify forms of magic she encounters, as well as giving her a certain level of awareness when it comes to the flow of magic around her, as she can sense it, even if she cannot control it directly.
- Unknown Sorceries ~ Transient Vessel & Heartbreak: Although inept when it comes to the use of traditionally recognized Sorceries, Ren is by no means powerless. Due to the effects of a ritual performed upon her by the Inquisition, she has obtained two unnatural abilities that allow her to interact with and indirectly control the flow of magic in her surroundings. Although she has no latent energy of her own, she has a seemingly limitless capacity for storing magic that she encounters, absorbing and ingraining it into her very soul. It has been speculated by those responsible for her conversion into a magical vessel that this first "Unknown Sorcery Trait" is made possible through an intricate instance of the Sixth Sorcery, turning her into a living boundary that separates the magic of the outside world and the magic contained within. Somehow, this allows her to unconsciously use an inverted form of the Fourth and Fifth Sorceries - which normally only serve to convert one's own life into magic and bestow it on others, respectively - to convert outside energy into life force, and imbue it within herself. In addition to simply storing power, however, she's also found a way to create effects on the level of a Sorcery - a twisted and bizarre form of magic unique to herself, termed an "Unknown Sorcery." This ability, Heartbreak, takes advantage of her spirit's malleability, splitting off pieces of her soul alongside masses of absorbed magic, then actualizing them in a manner similar to Alchemy, Thaumaturgy, or Animism. Using strong feelings or important memories as a catalyst, she makes up for her inability to consciously control magic by using powerful feelings as a "guiding precept," imbuing them within a mass of magic to dictate its actions. For example, she might infuse a mass of raw energy with her hatred of a specific person or object, causing this field of pure magic to seek out that specific target and attack it on a spiritual level. She might actualize her fear of a threat to create a barrier protecting her from that threat, or might imbue her care for a specific person into that person to shield them from harm. However, due to the fickle nature of Human emotions, each specific fragment of her soul might do any number of things, given different situations and different amounts of power. As such, unlike True Sorceries, her unnatural art of Heartbreak is not a strict science, even if it was only made possible by her knowledge of more rigid disciplines. Since it could not be analyzed or controlled, and its effects defied explanation by conventional standards - due to tampering with magic on the fundamental rather than the personal level - it was deemed to be heresy and witchcraft by the Inquisition, and was immediately concealed, its one practitioner locked away lest others begin tampering with such dangerous magics.
- Frailty: Kept imprisoned for the past six years, Renevari has had little in the way of physical activity. What's more, casting magic often has negative physical effects on the caster: a fact which also holds true from Renevari's unique brand of Sorcery. While she can still walk and perform basic tasks, she has a very poor constitution, and tends to quickly grow exhausted by sustained exertion. She's also physically very weak, which, on a dangerous journey through wild and unknown territory, means that she will likely have a great deal of trouble trying to manage on her own.
- Cowardice: Prior to her transformation, she was just an ordinary - if bookish - girl. She has never seen actual combat, and the pains of starvation, imprisonment, and occasional inquisitorial experimentation have only rendered her more meek, scared, and compliant. She agreed to journey into the Lost Lands simply because it was preferable to wasting away behind bars as an inquisitorial secret. That doesn't mean she's prepared for what horrors will await her there. And, when she comes face to face with the monsters of the old kingdom, only time will tell whether she can find the courage to stand her ground.
- Arcane Dependence: With no power of her own, all of her abilities rely on leeching energy from her surroundings. But, in the dying land of Yulia, little such power can be found. As such, she's been starved of energy over the years of her imprisonment, rendering her relatively powerless. It will take some time for her to gather enough ambient energy to become a potent spellcaster - and even then, her troubles are only just beginning.
- Vessel of Curses: Once within the lost kingdom of Elidia, Renevari's powers will finally be able to blossom. With the relatively more abundant magic in the Lost Lands, she will finally have the strength to utilize her forbidden arts. However, the energy of the Lost Lands is corrupted and cursed, carrying with it a dark and terrible vital energy that twists and defiles whatever it comes into contact with. As a functionally infinite vessel, Renevari will soon come to contain not only the power of Elidia, but also its curse. In the end, she may succumb to the same fate as those who have gone before her, and succumb to the twisted power of Elidia as it eats her alive from the inside...
- Shattered Heart: The first principle of Transmutation is that in order for something to be created, an equal amount of energy must be expended as collateral. This sort of equivalent exchange holds true for all forms of Sorcery - even Heartbreak. As such, the act of binding a fragment of herself into a spell forces her, in exchange, to give that fragment up. So, by using the fragment of "Love," she'd find herself deadened to that emotion, slowly becoming unable to either experience or recognize it. That might be beneficial, in the case of negative emotions like Fear and Hate, but on the other hand, it also means that the more she taxes herself, the more emotionally dead she becomes. While given time and energy, these feelings might return, her binding them into spells again would only repeat the cycle. What's more, she'd become unstable the more she used her powers, as the emotions she gave up would leave gaps that could only be filled by whatever feelings she had left. So, suppose she gave up everything but her ability to feel sadness and anger. In that case, those would become the only things she could feel, leaving her overwhelmingly depressed, angry, and violent, without any way to stop feeling those things, or to control what she was feeling. This also means that each specific fragment can only be used a few times before it is completely expended, making it impossible for her to use any more of that fragment until she's had time to recover from the strain, since she can only use emotions she actively feels as a precept. Thus, the more magic she's forced to use, the less options she has. And, should she damage her soul so badly that no emotions remain, there would be nothing left to use as a basis to rebuild, even if she managed to accrue the energy to do so. She would be left an empty shell, good for nothing but storing magical power, and incapable of putting any of it to use.
- Broken: Years of imprisonment and degradation, combined with the fragmentation of her soul through the use of her powers, have left her a shadow of her former self. Apathetic in most cases, she's stopped caring about her own life save as a tool to be used in pursuit of absolute, higher causes like the salvation she is expected to bring to Yulia through her martyrdom. Humans - of which she no longer considers herself a part, since she was turned into a Vessel - scare her, and can't be trusted. And yet, they still must be saved. As for herself, she doesn't see any redeeming qualities within her own existence, or any reason to live once her mission is accomplished. Her own life is worthless, so if by sacrificing it, she can bring happiness to others, so be it. Above all else, she just wants to avoid experiencing pain. To that end, she will perform what duties are asked of her, so as to live with minimal conflict and difficulty. Should she be unable to avoid suffering, however, then she would sooner let her life end along with her agony than she would endure her pain for the sake of an existence she cares nothing for.
}How would I describe myself? An odd question... To speak bluntly... I can't see a reason why anyone should care about that sort of information.
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- Renevari is... confusing. Due to the functions of Heartbreak, she spends most of her time with more than half of her emotions inaccessible. As such, she is very inexpressive. This isn't to say she never changes her expression at all, or that she speaks in a perpetual monotone, or something like that. It's just that every aspect of her attitude seems terribly understated. For her, turning away with a slight, sad sigh would be the equivalent of bursting into tears, while a faint upward curl of her lips would be like a full-blown fit of laughter. A slight scowl might be her way of expressing a fit of furious anger, while staring off into space with an unreadable expression on her face would be how she shows that she's worrying about something. Her voice, meanwhile, is quiet and soft, and, although she enunciates every syllable clearly and places emphasis on what she feels is important, sometimes it can be hard to tell how she feels about something just from hearing her speak. As such, even if she has distinctive tells that reveal her feelings, just like any other person, years spent feeling almost nothing have made these unconscious tics infinitely more subtle than they otherwise might be.
However, at the same time, in order to create her spells, she must feel emotions. As such, she has no choice but to allow certain emotions to remain unused, allowing them to regenerate bit by bit until she experiences them strongly enough to turn them into a spell. Consequently, she lives in an endless cycle of shuffling between feeling certain emotions but not others. Perhaps one day she might allow herself to feel anger, and thus seem incredibly hostile, while the next she might have turned her anger into a spell and so end up experiencing sadness instead, and secluding herself from others, overcome by a sudden rush of despair. As such, her personality is a bit hard to put into words, due to the fact that it's quite simply very inconsistent. Although she only usually feels one or two emotions at a time, she's so unused to the very concept of feelings at this point that when she does have to experience them, she usually doesn't understand them, and thus, they make her immensely uncomfortable. Since she doesn't even understand how she feels herself, it makes sense that she also has great difficulty actually expressing those same concepts to others. Saying that something might inconvenience her, for example, is nigh impossible for her, as she lacks any real concept of herself, due to seldom feeling strongly about anyone or anything. As such, if somebody makes an unpleasant request of her, she'd probably just nod and perform whatever task it was they asked, then wonder why she felt "sad" afterward, not realizing that she regretted having to act in the first place.
Due to her taciturn, cold exterior, many people at first assume that she's a very self-centered person. However, upon getting to know her, they soon realize that she almost never even considers her own needs, thinking only of end goals and of the stated needs of others. As such, were anyone to become her "friend," they would probably assume that beneath her frigid, stoic outer shell, she was actually a nice - albeit emotionally repressed - person. This isn't entirely correct. Rather, it would be more accurate to say that Renevari's apparent kindnesses to others are less displays of an active desire to show kindness, and more because she lacks any sense of value to her own life, but still values the lives of those around her. She views any kindness towards her as a debt to be repaid, simply due to the fact that it's rare for those around her to treat her as anything more than a tool. These "debts" are in turn categorized based on an order of importance to her, with her "debt" to "save the world" by acting as its martyr being the most important of all.
Ever since her birth, she has felt singularly driven by one thing, and one thing alone - the wish to be of value to someone. Born as a magically inept and thus worthless heir to a family renowned for its magecraft, she was never more than a hindrance to those who should have been closest to her. She allowed herself to be experimented on because the prospect of becoming a mage, of being a worthy heir to her clan, was worth the pain to her. Thus, when she was imprisoned as a dangerous failure, she felt betrayed by her ideals, and came to the conclusion that she was somehow different and inferior to those around her. She'd all but given up on her own life when the prospect of one final duty was presented to her, giving her the chance to die the way she wanted - as a martyr and hero who would restore life to the world. As such, although she behaves as though her wish is to indiscriminately uplift all of Humanity, and to help and save whoever she can, in reality, her one desire is much more selfish. Namely, what she wishes for above all else is to simply prove, both to herself and to those who cast her aside, that her existence was worthwhile, since otherwise, there was no purpose in her living and suffering when she might have died and been at peace. Thus, since she could not earn respect and sympathy in life, she seeks now to do so in death.
Despite her facade of selflessness, Renevari is a very cynical individual. The core of her beliefs boils down to the somewhat nihilistic notion that people are fundamentally selfish. As she might describe it, "So long as they live, every Human will eventually succumb to the temptations of their own desires if given sufficient incentive, regardless of their morals, beliefs, or of how many others will have suffer for the benefit of the individual." Thus, since she had no utility to others, she was cast aside - not because the people around her were particularly evil, but simply because that is the way the world works. Even so, though, she's still bitter about her own lack of worth in the eyes of others. This is why she refuses to acknowledge her own sense of self, couching her true desire to prove her own merits in idealistic terms and vague higher causes. By playing the part of the pure-hearted, selfless martyr, she can claim to be different from all of the selfish people who have caused her so much pain, even if, fundamentally, she's no better than them. And, by refusing to rely on or trust in others if she can help it, she ensures that she likely won't become a burden, even if she also isn't useful. Honestly becoming attached to anyone is, of course, unthinkable, as until she proves herself worthy, her devotion would be a great disservice to them. Too guilty to live for others, and too ashamed of her own feelings and desires to live for herself, she has thus cast off any semblance of self-interest, simply because, seeing no merits in her life, she feels that it is the height of arrogance to view that life as being worth anything. So, casting off the emotions that weighed her down by using her powers, she destroyed her sense of self, now living only as a puppet who exists to serve others to atone for her burdensome existence. Now, all she needs to do is end the life she doesn't dare to value. Then, once she is dead and the world is filled once more with life, she can rest peacefully knowing that her survival was worthwhile. Otherwise, she may well have never existed in the first place.
However, as her mind shifts and breaks beneath the strain of her powers, perhaps other thoughts may come to the surface? Beneath the pain of her curse, even her despairing resolve may eventually reach its limits. After years of enduring pain and isolation, years of being merely a pawn in the games of her so-called betters, perhaps she'll finally reach the point at which she can take no more? Should this happen, and should she rebel against her duty as martyr, there's no telling what might come of it...
}You wish to know of my past? ...I'm sorry, but I cannot oblige you. I do not wish to speak of such things. That is all.
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- The unknown heiress-to-be of a Yulian aristocratic family renowned for producing daughters endowed with tremendous magical gifts, Renevari was a disappointment from the moment her family realized that their celebrated heir, their "August Scion," completely lacked any of their family's renowned sorcerous gifts. Thus, she was passed over without delay the moment her younger sister was born and found to have the talent she herself was devoid of. Deemed unworthy of even marrying off, Renevari was largely kept indoors, forced to serve her own family in the same way a domestic servant or slave might, as the knowledge that they'd sired such a talentless, worthless heir would have besmirched their reputation. Wishing to somehow earn her family's approval, she tried educating herself in the feminine arts, and studied magic especially - but this level of self-teaching could only take her so far.
Out of all the people around her, it was actually her sister, who she envied the most, who showed her kindness, passing on what she herself learned to her less gifted elder sibling. Learning in this fashion, Renevari sought to fulfill her duties while also memorizing every bit of knowledge she could get about the arts of medicine and sorcery, the Yulian histories, and... anything else, really.
As expected, her lessons came to an abrupt end when her sister was conscripted to serve as a Magus of the State. Seeing her sister off, Renevari returned to her dull life, locked within her family home and shunned by the very people who had sired her. Making no progress, she fell into despair, finding that her life had no purpose. She no longer wished that she'd been born with talent. Now, she simply wished she had never been born at all.
Shortly after her fifteenth birthday, the family received news that Renevari's sister had been overworked, and the strain placed upon her body by her magic had caused her to collapse. As she lay dying, it was said that her last wish had always been to serve as a ritual sacrifice once she was no longer capable of bearing the strain of her own powers, in the hopes of restoring some of her power to the world, and in some small way, doing her part for her country. She had only been thirteen. Far from being sad at the tragic death of her admittedly somewhat beloved sibling, Renevari instead found herself envious that, even in death, her sister had been able to accomplish more than she herself had in her entire life. She was buried with the highest honors by the state, while Renevari herself was cast out of her family home shortly thereafter for the heinous crime of reminding her parents of her dead sister.
With nowhere else to go, and falling into despair at her own powerlessness, Renevari at last hit upon a solution. If her sister had hoped to restore power to the world through her death, perhaps there might be a way to recover that power for use by the living? Digging deeply into the heretical branch of Viturgy that dealt with altering the very nature of the soul, she presented herself and her research directly to the Inquisition, kneeling before an official investigatory diet with her head bowed, and speaking to them words that would change the course of her life, and, perhaps, of the world itself.
"Here I am. Kill me for my heresy, or use me as you see fit. Be it for the sake of Yulia or for the sake of justice, either way, I will die. This I swear, upon my life, and upon the lives of my ancestors."
Faced with the chance of creating artificial magic users to bolster their thinning ranks, the Inquisition agreed without hesitation, using Renevari herself as a test subject. Through careful attunement to the magical current, some of Yulia's foremost sorceresses managed to trace a large flow of magic to a place containing the remains of a long-dead ancient dragon. Using these bones, still saturated as they were with the immense power of the ancient beast, as a catalyst, and Renevari's own life force as collateral, they used a ritual of Separation to perform an otherwise impossible feat of Animism, combining Renevari's very soul with the power of the ancient creature.
However, something went wrong. Renevari's life force and the power of the sorceresses combined were still insufficient to fully contain the power of the ancient beast, and so it broke loose, ravaging her very existence, boring deep into her soul and expanding without boundaries from within. Ultimately, what was created was not a soul infused with the power of magic. Rather, it was a soul that became one with any and all magic - an infinite vessel, always seeking to be filled, that could contain, but could not control the power it consumed.
With both herself and her research dismissed as a failure, Renevari herself was sealed away, as the Inquisition swiftly realized that her magic-devouring nature posed a threat to their arcane supremacy. Some wanted to have her executed as a dangerous abomination, but others stayed their hands, reasoning that she might yet be used as a weapon against enemy magic users. Ultimately, she was simply forgotten about, and left to rot. During this time, she tried to find some way to make use of her newfound energy. Finding she was unable to control it consciously, she somehow managed, in seclusion, to use her heretical knowledge to alter her soul's nature once again, splitting it apart piece by piece and creating an Unknown Sorcery from the shards. And yet, her new abilities were useless without some way to use them.
Her chance came when the Lost Lands of Elidia were opened for exploration. Seeing that no normal troops or even mages they sent into the ruined kingdom could survive there due to its curse, they decided to take a different approach. If they could not lay claim to the power of Elidia themselves, they would use her as a tool to bring the power of Elidia back to them. Even if there was a curse, she would serve to contain it, while they could then harness the energy within her through a reversed form of the very ritual she herself had designed to transpose souls.
So, reluctantly, they allowed their pet abomination to roam free, telling her that there was yet one way that she, too, could serve. All too eager to find some sort of purpose in her wretched existence, Renevari ultimately complied. And so, she, like so many before her, found herself sent beyond the decrepit walls of that fallen kingdom, without really knowing why. There was but one thing she knew for certain: through this ordeal, and this ordeal alone, she might die a worthy death...
{
}I hate this life. I hate it, and yet still I live. Why?! Please, oh brilliant light that sleeps within the Earth... I beg you, hasten to me... and let me die...!