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Ithilwen

Ithilwen is quiet, calculating, curious and always secretly judging you.

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a character in “Zenith Empire”, as played by Muunchkin

Description

Ithilwen is a darkskinned, triclops female. Her hair is a sort of silvery, albino white, as if it were drained of color. Her eyes are a natural shade of red. Whenever in the presence of anyone besides herself and her cats, she constantly wears a purple cloak that covers everything but her eyes. The cloak covers her third eye though, since the sight of it makes people uneasy. The female's third eye has a slight mind of its own and eminates all types of magic. Her dominant set of eyes can be looking to the left while the third eye can be staring at someone to the right. One knows when Ithilwen is interested when all eyes are focused on one particular thing.

This female speaks very little and only when necessary. When she does speak, her tone is very monotonous and colorless. She constantly wears a stone expression, the only thing one can get from her is a raised brow or narrowed eyes.

Often times, one can catch a glimpse of Ithilwen's past as she goes about her daily activities. Then again, you may only see her going about her daily activities if she allowed you entry into her tower. Besides the point, one may notice that there is a black, almost, charred like scar running up her right arm after consuming her hand and turning it almost claw like. It's deductive that this scar goes farther, even visibly creeping onto a portion of her face, but if one stares for too long, she quickly hides this hand and gives the curious being an icy stare.

Ithilwen is one of very very few Triclops in the kingdom. Any others are not nearly as intelligent or magical as she. Any close family members she has, are cousins and live far across the seas where Triclopses generally live. Many generations ago, during the reign of Zenith's 6th King Yeibold, Ithilwen was drawn, like many seekers of knowledge, to the Kingdom's renowned Library. After gaining a court with the King, she was given a very generous offer. It being: She stay in Zenith and become the Court Mage and first line of Defense for Zenith's future royalty. In return she would be granted total access to the library and pass to whatever type experimentation she pleased. As long as it didn't endanger anyone in the Kingdom. Obviously, she snatched this offer soon after it was offered.

So begins...

Ithilwen's Story

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Everyone in the market moved at different speeds. Fast, slow,paced, strolling, mulling about. One little being in particular, 3'5", was skipping about the stalls. The being was female, a a light blue, dakrer on her edges, with slightly visible circles all over her skin. The circles were a natural occurence. Her eyes were small and grey, her pupils slits. It was obvious that it were a child. A child was a little theif. Wearing a brown hoodie of sorts and cloth pants, the little munchkin crept up to stalls and felt around with her cool blue fingers. After assesing the item under her palm with all five senses, she would take, examine, and stuff in her pocket before scampering along. The little thing giggled and pranced about, only enacting petty theivery when the stall owner was distracted by more than two customers. Easy. As the little blue female ran along, sure to splash in the puddles, much to the dismay of the adults about her, she skid to a stop up against the leg of one of the men forming the secret circle. She didn't press against his leg, only hover against his cloak, her mind calculating that it was apart of the table she was creeping to.

The setting changes from Marketplace to Mage Tower

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"...And wham!" Winielle tosses her arm aside, her hair bouncing along with her and nudging a small mortatr and pestle with the movement. The thing starts to topple but is quietly fixed back onto the desk and moved farther back to avoid another push. Meanwhile ".. He just breaks off the top of the column, which I'm pretty sure scratched him because I had that thing poking against his neck. Unless he had really thick skin? More like a hide? Well he was an orc. They're bred ruggedly, more, live ruggedly right?" She asks while situating colorful containers of liquid, odd ingredients, and papers written in all manners of language.

Ithilwen nodds while summoning the mortar and pestle to her open palm. Once it was in her grasp, she swirled her finger in the contents while blinking slowly. "Yes. Orcs live by the pholosophy that only the strong may survive and the weak will perish. Physical incapability is heavily frowned upon so they train and build themselves ruthlessly." She answers her pupil's questions in her monotonous voice while 'gliding' over to her stores for a few more items.

"Right right.." She muses quietly, her eyes bronze with thought. Gently, she taps the bottom of the stack of papers against the desk, the force slowly aligning them with one another. Humming, she turns to look to the Triclops. "Master, Frostarians are those tall pale ones right?" She asks.

Ithilwen confirms yet again "Yes. Daunting in height, pale in pigment, bred for the cold, a thirst for battle, very intelligent, and own many secrets I have yet to know. You ask because you've seen them?" Her third eye glances over to the Demoness who talked far too much.

Winielle sighs girlishly and fiddles with the corners of the papers in her hand, a small smile on her lips. "I have.. He was tall and rugged and muscly.." Her finger trails down the center of a page as she recalls his facial features.

Ithilwen inwardly sighs and rolled her eyes, continuing to listen while crushing the herbs in the mortar.

"...And he seemed.. Kind. The curious type, you know? And he was a weapon smith. I don't know his name though. I wonder if the rest of them are like that." She looks up with a dreamy smile. Winielle was in her prime Demoness years. Demons lived for a fairly extended period of time so she had a ways to go before she was seasoned.

"Curb your enthusiam. From what I've studied they tend not to interbreed. It explains why all of them can be characterized by only a few physical features." Ithilwen gives Winielle a look with all of her eyes this time as she passes by her to the tower's library. "Then again, I still have much to learn about the specie so maybe a few of them are more open minded. It would not be surprising from the few at the embassy." She muses aloud, her voice, although keeping her same tone, projected from the library space.

Winielle tapped the papers against her lips, thoughtfully looking after her Master. "I wonder.. Where is the Embassy..?" She perks up a little, her eyes wide.

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"All of you must focus. Cast your mind outwards and find the very edges of the forest without moving a centimeter." Ithilwen spoke softly, all three of her eyes looking at the circle of beings in front of her. They were standing in a wide circle in a clearing of trees, their hands linked, their bodies turned towards the center, and their eyes closed. The only sound was that of the forest and the soft, single note of Ithilwen's voice. The Court Mage was guiding them, gently nudging their minds back on track when she sensed them straying too far and exhausting themselves.

It was early in the day, just when the sun was peeking over the horizon. The time of the year was fall and the early morning temperatures were biting, though this could bother Ithilwen any less. She rose and dropped her temperature to her liking, she would teach her apprentice this later. The circle of young vessels shivered and tried to still their chattering teeth. Not only was the task given to them difficult, but their master had made them come out in numbing cold. They continued to chatter and shiver, their collective consciousness wavering and weak, until Ithilwen finally sighed. "I am assisting more than necessary already. I will not also tell you how to warm yourself. Fix this problem so that we may continue. I will give you five minutes."

The circle of 16 broke and the peace of the forest was broken by the bumble of the Chosen scrabbling for items to make a fire. Ithilwen's third eye rolled as she summoned a book and began reading.

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Ithilwen watched her Chosen, and Winielle, link up again, watching how the fire warmed them almost immediately. She sent away her book, it vanishing into thin air as she stood and entered their circle. she began drifting around them, doing what she did before. She gently nudged their minds on track, or gave them minuscule hints to finding their way. This quiet, cult like activity continued until a Blue skinned male with a single horn sprouting from his forehead gasped and shuddered. Then it was a domino effect as the rest of them had their own reactions. "Excellent. Now. Create the barrier. Build it. Imagine every stone and every wall. Make it strong. Assist each-other." she plainly told them, while continuing to walk around their circle. Her set of eyes were closed, leaving her third eye open so that she could see what they were all working on. She nodded in approval and helped where needed.