Description
Dressed in a black robe, an old lady stood before you.
The robe covers her whole body, down towards her feet.
The sleeves of the robe stretches towards her fingers.
Oh her feet is a fair of slippers while a pair of black
fingerless gloves cover her hands. Her gleaming long
white hair, with black stripes flows down her back towards
her waist. Her weary eyes seems to signify the wisdom
within her. Her face shape is slightly oval while her
chin is slightly saggy, the lips are dull red in color.
Role
Magic and Knowledge
Added Tue Nov 29 09:48:55 2005 at level 1:
In the stormy night, an eerie laughter can be heard deep
inside the forest. At the source of the laughter, stood
a woman, of extreme beauty, within her hands, held a
dirty piece of stone plaque. The woman whispers, 'So this
is the relic that many spoke with fear about. The one
that speak of the prophecy, where the night will last
for eternity, where the sun will never shine again.'
The woman starts dusting the soil off the relics and
ponders a little. 'Whats this?', she whispers. Slightly
above the wordings on the relics bears the following word
'festlethrum'. Not know what that means, the woman decided
to destroy the relic, in so no one will ever know the
content of the prophecy.
The woman did some research and found out that the word
on the relic, grants access to the hidden room in the High
Tower of Magic, in the room, seems to lead a space where time
is still, realising the formidable power of magic and considering
the coincidential of the word 'festlethrum' and the relic. She
decided that Lord of Magic, Lord Zebulus is the god she shall
pray to for power. It will be the Lord, who the woman shall learn
from, the knowledge and magic to bring forth the eternal night.
A further research shows that there is such an organisation by
the name of Scions, who seek to brought forth a prophecy of eternal
night. But the members of this organisation seems to be of scattered
sands, and not to mention scarce. She whispers to herself,
'It seems that fate lies before me, I shall make my way into
into this organisation. I shall lead and organise everything
in so the prophecy will come true. All that hinders my path
shall be destroyed.' It all comes together now, the woman thought,
a magic based organisation, the Lord of Magic, and the ancient
relic. The woman whispers to herself, 'Knowledge and Magic, I will
need them, Knowledge is the best way to achieve the Magic needed
to bring forth the prophecy.'
This woman, gifted with some healing ability, stepped forth
onto the path to carry out the prophecy written on the relics.
A healer she might be, but the great war as she expected
lies ahead, one of difficulty and danger. But no one knows
why she hated the current world so much, all that is knew
is that she desire changes, she desire to conquer, an
ambitious woman she is and she has a heavy appetite for knowledge
and magic that is needed for the prophecy to come true. Then all
will know that power of magic, so more will practice and study magic.
She is a healer and her name is Millia Aspion.
My Lord, Magic and I
Added Wed Dec 7 12:46:18 2005 at level 25:
Illegal name, try another.
Name: t between some issues lately. How
is she related to the Lord of Magic, how is she related to magic and
how is she going to handle them. She knows that she wishes to be the
priestess of magic, but what should we do to deserve that she wonders.
As a healer, she believes she should preach to others for Lord Zebulus
religion, convince why He is superior or better than others and why
other magus should pray to Him. Millia knows that using words to
convince others is a way that will hardly ever work, therefore she has
to resort to other methods. One possibility would be conquering the
lands and force the mortals into His religion. That possibility would
give new meaning in joining the Scions. Thinking again, Millia wonders
if aiding magic or magus, which would relate her to magic in a way
that she is comfortable with. Pondering, Millia decided that magic is
an essence that she can never have within her, but the magus who has
those essence, she could aid them(as long as what they do do not go
against her wish). At this point, Millia falls asleep, ending her thoughts.
Where does the future lies?
Added Sun Dec 25 10:20:01 2005 at level 41:
After the last conversation with Lord Zebulus, Millia has been thinking.
Being Lord Zebulus's priestess, bearing his brand, seeking more knowledge
is all that she wants? The Prophecy of the Night will eventually arrive.
A thought struck Millia's mind. The Chancellor seat is empty, isn't it?
Being the chancellor, it would make me more influencetial, more will listen
to me, and more will pray to Lord Zebulus. The thought appears out of
nowhere. Millia grins slightly and then begins to meditate in a deep state.
Allowing the dark dream to fill her mind. Searching for the way to stay steps
ahead of the rest.