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Razi Sigvor

" Just remember who holds the dragon back"

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a character in “The Magefire”, as played by umbra Alastor

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Full Name: Razi Sigvor

Nicknames/Aliases: Raz. (Informal) Titan of Storms ( Rider title)

Age: 57

Gender: Male

Species: Mixed human. ( A quite recent in family terms mix of orc blood with humans)

Occupation: Former member of Imperial Order of the Dragon. Currently works with a travelling merchant has a labourer.


Description: Measuring 6' 6" Razi is taller than the average but easily the first thing about him that stands out is his bulk. This is due to a recent orc blood introduction to his family line a few generations back. Naturally muscular and a fierce demeanour often means Razi can be imposing, earning him the title of titan. Hailing from a northern lineage, Razi also can be distinguished by his fair skin, and red hair.

Personality: Razi inherited more than just his size from his orc blood, a fierce and forceful spirit drives him. Having trained within the order, this spirit can be used within the world of politics though its very rare Razi would involve himself within such things, only when hard politics are needed such as with the orcs. However he does not jump into fights as willing as some people might think, he saw the orders purpose to work with dragons not provide military prowess
During his time within the order, he was stern in his view, not afraid of arguing with the other members, though he would always support them in the end. The order was his home and he stood loyal until it came to pass that the order was no more, now he tend to his own survival and that of his Dragon Samir.


Skills: Razi like all Dragon riders is an impressive warrior, his main skill though being in large or heavy weapons and full armoured combat. More commonly a halberd if mounted and a long sword wielded in a hand and a half fashion. He is not a fanciful rider but he is a determined and daring one. He also holds knowledge over predatory magical creatures and in hunting.

Weaknesses: Razi is not a flexible man, and nor is he agile, being completely reliant on dominating the space around him, not moving into others. His large size also means he stands out and needs a large amount of food to meet his energy requirements.


Brief History: Razi like most riders comes from a family line of previous riders, however the sigvor name was not one of grandeur. A northern family with proud hunting traditions in the harsh lands which formed hardy people.

He questioned his fathers methods early on in his development, he spent more time hunting and labouring than he did training, the times he did spend training he used weapons far too large for his young frame. In his later years he looks back in fondness at this kind of training but at such a young age he did not agree.
As with all riders, when he was a teenager he had to venture out to meet his dragon. The stormy highlands cracked with energy. The deep blue scales of his dragon Samir, a storm dragon blending in with the dark clouds. At first the two were at a stand off, both fiercely locked in a stare down which neither one broke their gaze. No one knows who broke first, but the respect earned in that moment set them both on their intertwined path.

His carrer as a rider has seen him through many conflicts, he was instrumental in helping deal with the orcish tribes of the north.
When the time came for VEGA and the ETs taking over, Razi retreated away from the capital to the north, grounds that were familiar to him and the empire did not look upon too often. Despite hunting well with Samir, he need coin and so he sold his hands to labour with a merchant who travelled selling many miscellaneous wares, Though Razi did not expect to find himself back into the capital.



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Razi Sigvor's Story

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The pre-dawn skies were clear, the breeze biting through the travelling cloaks of the two figures approaching the gates of the capital. Such an early arrival on a cart as large of theirs was an easy sign to guards that they were merchants hoping to get lucky in such a large city. What drew the attention of the guards was the fact one figure dominated almost the entire space on the cart.

After the smaller figure had briefly conversed with the guards and they were both upon there way into the city he glanced across and spoke. " You have had the most grim look upon your face all morning.. and now you try and hide your face?.....does the capital do so little for you?" the smaller figure Deas, a friendly enough merchant, collector and seller of many odd trinkets . Razi, the large figure had been travelling with Deas for sometime but he had not been looking forward to this day at all. " I thought i was hired so you don't throw your delicate back out, not to look happy.." a large heave accompanied a sigh " This place is dangerous" he said ominously.

Deas had done well and managed to secure them a space just off the main thoroughfare, and with practised skill, the stall had been set up swiftly. Deas had taken up his proud place directly behind the stall while Razi stood a couple of paces behind doing his best to act as much as a deterrent to thieves as he could. " I was thinking if business is good we could close up early and see the palace" Deas said out of know where.

" I'd much rather head to a tavern... you know the establishment we have avoided for months now" Razi said curtly as he walked away from the stall. It was a small walk but as soon as he was on the main thoroughfare he glanced towards the palace " Besides we can see it from here" he said. He could not argue with his employer, but he deeply did not want to see the palace any closer. Turning sharply he accidentally bumped into a figure, and much to Razi surprise he had to look up to Apologize, though the Zarcs have always been tall " My apologizes"

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Surr Kirococ Of The Nomucs Tribe


Surr had been walking slowly walking about the streets, ignoring the odd glances sent his way. He was much too mesmerized by The Capital. Building after building, row after row, street after street, all as far as Surr could see. Something about this new landscape was just awe inspiring. So many of a species being able to survive in such close quarters. It truly showed just how powerful progress could be. Surr wondered what had to be sacrificed to make this city work. What kind of forces had to be tamed just to allow this to not kill nearly everyone in the first year?

A few minutes of walking and Surr suddenly shot forward. Stumbling a few steps before him, Surr stuck his right foot straight into the ground while stabbing the blunt end of his spear into the ground to brace himself. Before he had even realized that he had lost balance, Surr already had it back.

Surr turned around to see two men, one of which was massive by human standards and one that was rather small. He cocked his head as he looked over them. Before a single question could leave Surr, the tall man gave an apology. As Surr prepared to respond to the apology, a question fired off in his mind.

"You're not pureblood human, are you?" Surr asked with an inquisitive tone. His thoughts suddenly on why this man was so large.

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" Orc" Razi replied, it was not often the first question out of someone mouth was about lineage. Though there was certain traditions within the empire where a persons lineage was valued highly, the Zarcs however were not noted for such traditions. He had to learn the more obvious traditions encase the order called upon him in such cases.

" He has the manners of an Orc not just the size" came the quip from the small merchant, who seemed to shrink under the stare that was directed his way. It was not a gaze of malice, it was simply the unwavering nature of it that seemed to make many people waver instead

" What brings you from the swamps?" Razi questioned, it was one place within the empire he did question hiding in, but it was lands unfamiliar to him, and without Zarc permission he would not be allowed much access within the lands. Plus there was the diffcultly of trying to get a Storm dragon through such an area. Storm dragons were only slightly bulkier than the average dragons, but they had larger wings since they were migratory creatures and could cover great distances. In fact Razi had been using that fact to help hide Samir from prying eyes.

It was a thought that came into his mind many times, that through out the outskirts of the empire dragons were being kept from sight, hiding in some vain attempt to vanish from the world. It was not long ago that such beasts were held in the highest regards. Now he wondered if any of the other riders had ended up like him, hired hands or simple workers that no one would look twice at. The future however certainly was not clear.

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"I have come to determine a way to produce magefire for the zarcs. When The Capital sent us a shipment, I might have used it up rather..." Surr said, taking a moment before continuing with "quickly. So, I was sent to ensure that a method that follows the ethics of the swamps... Mainly because when we got the magefire, we weren't told how they got it." After speaking, the shiny, black zarc looked at his fingerless, brass gauntlets, poking at an empty section, the membrane raising slightly from the top of his head.

Surr then stopped to take a short breath, a whole new wave of questions flowing into his mind. Soon after, a memory bounced into his mental vision. A memory of how to introduce one's self to those of other races. At the end of his breath, Surr began speaking again with "I am Surr Kirococ Of The Nomucs Tribe." Surr then stood straight, his tail gently going from his feet, around his leg, and to his hind quarters. Surr picked up his spear, planting the blunt end firmly on the street, letting the symbol of the Nomucs tribe on his chest show proudly.

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Razi arched a brow slightly but simply listened to the zarcs speech, he was working for his tribe, which could not be faulted. He also learned the name of the Zarc. Surr seemed friendly enough and enthused in his speech, but seeing an piece of Esoteric Technology Razi couldn't help but feel a moment of disdain creeping into his mind.

" I am Razi, and as one who has chosen to distance himself from ETs i can only wish you get the answer you seek from the palace" despite the source of magefire, generally Razi did not agree with the power that comes with it being available to anyone. " I do hope its just the Nomucs keeps the magefire.... i pray for you in the Tyzinin ever get a hold of it" it was a grim thought but that was one of the major concerns he had about it. Normally a Mages training instilled them within dicipline, self restraint and an understanding of their own power. Now it could be obtained by those without the gift, and without the training.

Turning away from the Zarc, Razi went to stand back by the market stall, and his business partner " Rumour has it the ethics behind magefire are questionable, but that's talk from taverns and the bottoms of barrels" Deas had been listening to his hired hand for some time now and wondered why the topic of magefire had seemed to draw out such words from his associate, who not so long ago seemed destitute of speech, granted his speech was sullen and edged with distaste of the subject.

It was hard for Razi to hide the personal investment in such matters, being that he was linked to one of the most powerful creatures in the empire and in some perverted manner of fate or some cruel trick being played out upon the greatest stage, he felt vulnerability for that creature. Razi also felt that there was nothing he could do, this was that path the empire set itself upon, he could not stand against the might or the resources of Empire considering he was now just some merchants muscle.

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Lady Silva stood at the edge of the marketplace, hood pulled up to conceal her pointed ears. The inhabitants of the capital hurried around her, too busy going about their business to notice the sharp-featured, hooded woman looking up towards the palace.

Silva had to admit it was an impressive structure. She may have despised everything it stood for, but she would be lying if she said there was not a certain beauty to the structure.

It was a shame she would have to burn it to the ground.

Turning her gaze away from the palace she began walking through the streets, going nowhere in particular. She had arrived two days earlier, so as to minimise any suspicion she might draw. When she had heard news of the Empresses plans to open the Palace to all, she could hardly believe her arrogance. The Empress had a wealth of everything and enemies were no exception.

Still, the Empress had been kind enough to allow her into her home and Lady Silva was happy to oblige. Stepping aside to avoid the path of a Golem, Silva ran through her plan mentally for the hundredth time. Firstly, she would kill the dragon, plunging the Palace into darkness and opening all those doors kept sealed with stolen magic. Then it was simply a matter of finding the Empress, killing her in the most fitting cruel manner possible and burning the entire place to the ground.

A plan as beautiful in it's simplicity as the Palace was in it's decadence.

Turning a corner, she looked around to realise she was approaching the city gate. She had walked further than she had realised. Stopping, she began to turn around to head back to the small alleyway in which she had been sleeping when the sight of three individuals no more than 10 meters away stopped her dead.

A black zarc - a strange enough sight in the capital - alongside a short and frail man who's expensive clothing marked him as a merchant and a giant of a man Silva was sure she recognised. He was pale, with red hair and broad shoulders. Silva had seen the man before. It had been years, but the Titan was a striking figure and Silva remembered her visit to the Imperial Order well.

Two questions formed in Silva's mind. The first - what was he doing here, away from the other riders in their mountain hide away? And the second - Where was his dragon?

Then a third question dawned on Silva.

Would he be useful to her or would she have to kill him?

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Surr stood watching Razi walk away with his red eyes and a look of horror striking across his face, the membrane on the back of his head shooting up into the air. The mention of the Tyzinin brought vivid images to the mind of Surr. He could see a march of black scales, every single tribe deploying any warrior they could, marching them right in to exterminate the single most chaotic of all the zarc tribes. The ensuing fire of war as countless swamp trees turned from life to ash burned with rage, leaving only lifeless tracts and an unseen victor.

Shaking the raw shock off of his face, Surr took a moment to compose himself, letting his tail flow back out from his legs. The crowds had been leaving the black zarc a bubble of space since he got into the city, but it was only now that Surr was realizing this as he took in every detail he could, trying to calm every nerve that he had. It was then that the he understood that many of the humans were scared of him. Surr slowly began walking forward, toward the castle, thoughts running through his head. Why are they afraid? What about me is intimidating? Have they ever seen a spear before?

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Razi only had to glance once at the Zarc and he could see that his hypothetical imagery had invoked the kind of reaction he would expect from practically everyone. Horror and utter shock at the thought of a blood thirsty horde powered by magefire. It was not so long ago that those who thrived such chaos could be deterred by the fact nothing could stand against the imperial order. For a time it will be like that with magefire in its currently early stages, but soon the once blood soaked fields will instead be turned into smoking craters and mere memory's of people who have been wiped from existence.

It was as he was glancing back towards his small business partner that he caught sight of someone down an the alley, at the glance he took, a woman but he could only guess from assumed proportions as she seemed to be trying to make herself difficult to identify. He did not let his gaze linger for long as he focused on his business partner.

" That is a grim thought... i knew your thoughts of ETs were dim but i could not guess you looked so negatively upon it" Deas said, with a look of worry on his face.

"You did not hire me for my sunny disposition now did you?" Razi quickly replied.

" No.. that is true, but seeing as it still earlier i am going to let go and get breakfast, maybe the food will turn your mood" Razi did not say a word, he simply took a pouch from the nearby cart and walked away from his work, only sparing one glance back, but it was not towards Deas, no it was to see if that hooded woman was still there, he had a gut feeling he could not place about her and he wondered if he would see her again. He would take a slow walk, towards a tavern he knew well from when he visited the capital in the past, it was on the slightly seedier side of town, but few questions were every asked, and the food was cheap and plentiful. He wasted no time in ordering some food and something to wash it down with, before finding a seat in the corner so he could watch the door, just in case the gut feeling was more than just a feeling.

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Lady Silva watched the Titan walk away, leaving the tiny merchant fumbling about in his cart. Walking up beside the merchant, she placed her hand lightly on his shoulder and leant down to whisper into his ear.

"Go to sleep." Her voice oscillated as she channeled magic into her words. It was a simple incantation, and would not have worked on anyone with a strong will, but Silva's suspicions about the small man's constitution proved to be correct as he dutifully climbed into the cart and fell into a deep slumber.

Silva tossed a blanket over the man. She did not want to risk any interruptions from unwelcome parties.

What exactly could be interrupted, she was still unsure. She followed the red haired man at a cautious distance - she wanted to see where he would go and what he would do before deciding on a course of action. As the man entered the rougher part of the city, Silva watched from a narrow alleyway as he entered a tavern. It was an old building, layers of dirt covered the walls and roof and several windows were missing or smashed - hastily boarded up with old scraps of wood.

This was not the place she would have expected to find the Titan of Storms.

Walking to the door, she diminished some of the enchantment she used to disguise her true appearance. This was partly to make herself easier to recognise - she now appeared to be a rough approximation of her true self, her features slightly softened and her markings hidden - and partly because the enchantment was beginning to drain her.

Pushing the heavy wooden door open, she stepped inside and looked around. The clientele of the tavern were as she expected, consisting mainly of drunks, petty criminals and the poor who could not afford to drink elsewhere.

She became aware that she was being watched, and as she looked around the tavern she saw Razi, sat in the corner and looking directly at her. Walking over to his table, she pulled her hood back and took a seat opposite him.

"The Titan of Storms in this shithole? I bet there's a story there."

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He had been right about his feeling, for Razi did not have to wait long to see the woman step through the door way. It dawned on him that she was familiar, now that he could see her properly and the time to study her features. A momentary look of surprise would sneak across his face when she spoke, he had not expected his title to be thrown out into open speech like that. The look quickly passed as a name finally came to him.

" Not much of a story i'm afraid... you probably know most of it my Lady" he said, only looking away from Silva once and that was when the bar maid brought his drink over.

" I will admit.. your company is truly a pleasure.. but i can't help but wonder what twisted fate has lead you to my table" he said taking a hearty swig of his drink, which he honestly questioned what it actually was. Calling it an ale would be complimenting it. " Maybe those who have fallen just gravitate towards each other... who knows" Though he did not know the details of her fall, he knew those linked the closest to magic or dragons had become estranged within the empire, and from the way she conducted herself Silva was feeling the affects as well it would seem. Razi had not had the chance to keep up to date with all the ripples the ETs have caused, but he knew all the major noble magic families has pretty much ceased in activity, meaning they were in the same boat as him.

" You will have to forgive me... normally i would offer you a drink... but from the taste of this thing it could fell an orc" He took another hearty swig from the mug, and stared at his company, trying to pick up on any reaction to try and help gauge her mood.