Primal Blood
Order of the Shattered Throne
Conclave of the Spheres
Legion of the Fallen
Seekers
Polinore
The great mage understands how true power lies in a perfect balance between knowing much—and revealing little. Keeping his enemies at a distance through a mix of spellcasting and strategy, few ever have the chance to gaze upon their slayer.
Once a Nexi of the Conclave, long was Polinore's fall from grace. Very little is known about the mage's past or intentions, but tales reverberate about the day he met his Relic. Journeying forth towards the Malediction with apprentices and levied resources, Polinore would come back wielding the Runefold Gauntlet, with no shadow at his side but his own.
After his rising as Seeker, seizing the opportunity after his former master's untimely demise, Polinore made himself the obvious successor for Keeper of the Oracle—those entrusted with the duty of overseeing everything related to the Conclave's most precious Relic. This, however, came at a cost: the power-hungry eyes of his peers loomed over his prestigious role, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. When Londriel, Polinore's pupil, stepped forth to denounce the corruption of the Conclave, they found their opportunity.
The Conclave, too mystery-clad to allow their secrets to be brought to light, sent both pupil and master to court. Londriel was accused of heresy and treason, while Polinore faced a conundrum of accusations, such as corrupting the youth, and nonconformism. Polinore could easily defend himself from most accusations, but those regarding Londriel threatened to kindle even further his accusers' anger, putting him, and his former apprentice, in grave danger. Shocking all, Polinore remained silent. To the court, it was an admission of guilt.
Polinore was stripped of his rank as Nexi, receiving, in its place, the role of Archivist of the Tabernacle of Knowledge. This far-off Conclave settlement regulates the entry, and distribution, of every artifact recovered from the Malediction. There, away from Quinvala, he would no longer be a nuisance. However, to his peers’ surprise, this banishment of sorts seems to have been the mage's plan all along. As near to the Malediction as the Conclave lands allow one to be, Polinore has control over the Relics retrieved, as well as to whose hands shall receive them. Taking his time to venture into the storm of chaos himself, always returning more powerful than before, those who connived his downfall are left wondering who truly pulls the strings.
Londriel
Born before the Fall, Londriel survived the cataclysm entrapped inside her Relic, the Ark of Lamentation. She awakened to find a world lost to chaos, in need of a protector. She will become the savior she needs to be, and rebuild all that was lost.
Screams, panic, a rumble loud enough to crack the world asunder, and then, silence—that's all Londriel seems to remember about the Fall, the great cataclysm that birthed the Malediction and sunk Selejia into chaos. Now, awakened in a strange world, changed to its very core while she slumbered for a thousand years, protected by the Ark of Lamentation, Londriel struggles to find her home once more.
Whether it was trauma or tender age, as she was but a child when the world died, Londriel seems to recall very little of the cataclysm, and it is not known if putting her into the Ark’s stasis was an action of outside forces, or if her Relic did so out of its own, unknown whim, but it is certain that she was granted a mercy that would befall no one else. Awakened in Tempras, deep in the Order’s territory, Londriel was adopted by a loving family. There, amidst a society of zealots, she saw herself torn between different expectations. For some, she was a living saint, a living embodiment of the will of the Everlasting, a symbol to be worshipped, while for others, her nature as an erisyr brought much strain to the Order’s culture, and she was seen as an outsider to be feared.
Raised on the principles of the Order, Londriel encompasses their dedication towards a higher purpose, channeling their teachings into hatred for corruption. As she was sent to study the ways of Liastrum magic on Quinvala, this naivety would be her, and her master's, sentence. Always inquisitive, Londriel learned unsettling secrets about the Conclave, and the greediness that seeped from the Nexi, infuriating her to the breaking point. Openly denouncing the Conclave's immorality and negligence, Londriel and Polinore would be punished on account of non-conformism. Worse still, her master stood silent as both were accused and sentenced.
Londriel, however, sees in this merely the righteousness of her actions, and won't let anything stop her from creating a new home for herself and for those who choose to see the truth. She knows that to topple power, she too must be powerful, and so, as the Ebbing commences, she strides toward the Malediction. Perhaps, she also hopes to uncover the secrets of her past.
Morrida
All thought Morrida was destined for a servile life, but she had other plans. Now the first master of soul-stitching, a power thought to be long lost, the Blue Witch lives a secluded life among her beloved corpses, serving no one but her own ambitions.
Born with little affinity for the Legion's magic, and denied love and sympathy by her family, as soon as they realized she had no potential to raise their influence amidst Abysolas's rank, Morrida was seen by all as nothing more than a burden to be tolerated. Expecting to be freed from her, her family sent her to Epitaph, to become an acolyte of the Anush-Vah. There, she would be approached by a beautiful, sweet-worded Lord, who encouraged her to explore more of her magic, telling her of one of the honored dead, named Akriphista, who could share with her deep secrets of magic. Secrets she could use to prove her worth.
Morrida would learn much from Akriphista, an ancient erisyr, keeper of magical secrets from before the Fall. Unlike others, Akriphista saw in Morrida potential, born from her wish to defy expectations. As she taught, the Anushamatra can be tampered with, and mixed with many different magical traditions. One of them is the Liastrum magic of the Conclave, which Akriphista taught the first principles to Morrida. Empowered by this knowledge, Morrida would plead with her family to accept her back into the fold, only to discover that Vorendal, the Lord who had told her of Akriphista, and who had become her friend and lover, had arranged to be married to her.
Vorendal was a being as ancient as Akriphista, a fallen in his own right, he had caused her death centuries ago. His sweet words could not bend her will after that betrayal, so he had bid his time until finding someone who could. When Morrida refused him and refused to give away the secrets of Akriphista, he showed Morrida his true colors, wounding her, and scaring her face Once more, Morrida had been used, but she would not bow to this destiny imposed on her.
Feigning her death, and journeying to the Conclave, Morrida learned to master Liastrum magic and earned herself the Soul-Stitcher, a Relic thought useless by the mages, unfamiliar with the Anush-vah. It was a bone needle, which enabled her to use liastrum treads to bind together spirits to corpses. Now a master of a new magical technique, she would tame the unruly spirits of the Umberlands, binding them to a Corpse Titan, breathing life into it once more. This feat once thought impossible, earned her the grace of the Queen of the Dead, who wished the Blue Witch to be her successor. Instead, all she asked for was dominion over the Umberlands, and the freedom to do as she wills. Many thought her mad, but in fact, she was finally freed from expectations, and from Vorendal. The witch knows that those with power are the ones who pull the strings, and if she’ll ever be more than a pawn, she’ll need way more power than her Relic can provide. A power that can be found only in the Malediction.