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Elyn’s scream of pain reverberated at every nerve ending of Cinder’s body. He nearly lost his balance as the thread led straight to an iron door wrung shut to keep the sound in. They have begun the torture and they arrived too late to prevent it.
Caelas immediately steadied Cinder’s shoulders and cringed back as if the former were burned while another wave of phantom pain wracked the latter’s core. The godling struggled with both mind and body gathering all of his unaffected wit to steady himself. “Brace yourselves. Elyn is just behind that room, which is also a snake pit of enemies.” His aura’s flare outshined every torch in the tunnel and Miermi used this as an indication to attack.
The iron door flew open unhinged with a blast of ancient power. It trampled the closest members of the order before they could react. The king drew his sword and slashed the assassin who barely managed to reach him. The other assassins fell easy prey to the king’s blade as Caelas skillfully parried their daggers and burrowed the sharp edge up to their bones.
Miermi conjured an impenetrable barrier as the witches used their scepters to make offensive spells to delay his approach. They failed miserably and were knocked out cold when the sorcerer conjured a lightning bolt atop the reflecting magic, striking most of them at once and avoiding the repercussion of such a wide-ranged spell in a compact space.
Still the others who went past the sorcerer and the king headed straight for Cinder. Caelas yelled in alarm when three rather skilled assassins tackled him with their daggers out.
The godling completely ignored them and walked casually forward while their bodies burst into flames upon contact with his fiery aura that were shaped like wings. The ebony-haired king stood rooted on the spot as he witnessed the phenomenon.
Elyn’s cries of pain in full blast snapped all three into attention. They hurriedly entered the sacrificial chamber while most of their obstacles were out of their way.
Miermi and Cinder stopped dead at the sight of Elyn’s agonized contorted expression. His naked limbs were splayed painfully away from one another. The muscles were stretched savagely taut, the bones particularly the one-way joints ominously bulged in the opposite direction. His entire body was covered with sweat and swelling blue in some areas. But what Miermi saw red were the sacrificial sigils etched around the transmutation circle.
Porphoras didn’t even blink when Astral’s protégé stoked ‘power’ to practically pitch him unconscious against the wall and far away from the knob.
Cinder remained paralyzed seeing the tortured form mounted on the rack. His vision clouded over and when he focused back on the body, he watched a super-imposed image of himself: dark hair, pale skin and covered with bruises, feces and urine on the dungeon of a much different place. The pupils of his red eyes were but pinpoints and his breathing became harsh and labored.
Without fair warning he completely lost control.
With blind eyes he strangled the koryphaios high in the air. Golden runes glowed on that burning grip and caused painful blisters to erupt around Zephtis’ throat.
“Cinder calm down!” Caelas’ words fell on deaf ears as the struggling figure of the headship of the Narrow Blade caught fire.
“Arghh! Lo-Lorowoftarshtarus!” Zephtis shrieked in gibberish as he withered away into ash.
“I’m glad you didn’t get lost in the maze to join our little celebration.” The deranged Naedas stated calmly as he grasped Elyn’s pale curved throat in warning.
Miermi, Cinder and Caelas visibly stilled at the threat.
“So this is how it shall end?” The possessed alchemist gestured up with his free hand and the unconscious and dead bodies of the witches and assassins stood up involuntarily like puppets. They gathered around blocking the exit for the three intruders.
“Let Elyn go!” Cinder yelled through clenched teeth.
“I’ve never seen a Nithaial pop his lid like Maerdas. That one had very bad temper, I tell you.” The being’s casual mention of the fallen one previously the unnamable one didn’t go missed.
“Who are you?” Miermi growled.
“I’m Naedas.” The deranged alchemist answered sarcastically.
“We meant ‘you’ the being possessing Naedas.” The godling said in a low menacing voice. His aura surged up once more and possessed teal eyes widened in fear.
“Oh Gesryma’s blessed quim! How did the Lord of Tartarus have the form of a Nithaial?” Naedas’ hand unknowingly clenched tighter around Elyn’s throat.
While Caelas appeared confused, Miermi’s face was pale as a ghost.
“I said release him!” Cind’rikh was seething now. “Release both of them! Let go of Naedas’ body and we will fight, damn you!”
“Enubi has never seen you in person… Enubi will have no chance against you! A pity… why is there always someone stronger than Enubi?”
Enubi.
A child of Chaos…
“Please, release my grandson. I will take his place as sacrifice.” Miermi knelt down and suddenly spoke, catching Enubi’s attention.
The deranged alchemist gave him a sloppy smile. “My, how kind… I’m good at negotiations. First, throw down your staff and come forth.” He beckoned the bent sorcerer to rise while he released the strings holding the puppets upright. The unconscious assassins and witches dropped on the ground simultaneously.
Miermi walked slowly towards Naedas’ direction and Cinder could see the glint of the sacred dagger hidden within the sleeve of the surplice. The sorcerer’s plan suddenly clicked on the godling’s mind. He mind-touched the king. “Caelas, before Miermi reaches Naedas you have to rescue Elyn. Cut the metal chains with your holy blade and run behind me as fast as you can. That child saved you once, it’s your turn to return the favor.”
The Corinthan monarch was startled at first but having no other choice, nodded subtly.
Good, Cinder thought. Miermi’s switch of tactics somewhat calmed him down. Elyn was in grave danger and it wouldn’t help if he were to lose himself in anger. He breathed with each step the sorcerer took towards the enemy while the Ashwood staff lay forgotten in place of Elyn’s dagger.
“Stand next to me in the circle.” Enubi commanded haughtily and was unaware of the danger beneath the sorcerer’s sleeve.
Miermi obediently moved forward and when he breached the distance he revealed the glowing dagger before the enemy’s unsuspecting form. The distraction worked.
Naedas shrieked in pain as the mythral absorbed the powers of the dagger.
Caelas tried his damnedest to ignore that cry of agony while he swung his blade against the chain of the metal clasps releasing Elyn. He caught the boy in his arms before swiftly retreating.
By the time Naedas recovered it was too late. He gasped heavily as one hand supported him against the wall. He saw the empty rack and swore grabbing the smugly smiling sorcerer by the throat. “You tricked Enubi! How dare you perform such deceit on Enubi? !” He suddenly shrieked in Grazen tongue in his rage. Their contact proved fatal for Astral’s protégé. The mythral turned its attention absorbing Miermi’s ancient power and his struggles to break free became futile.
The godling sprang into action and tackled Naedas to the ground making him lose hold on the sorcerer. Miermi rolled to the side, panting and immensely weakened while the brunet lad kept a firm grip on Naedas’ shoulders.
“Cinder! Don’t hurt him!” Caelas called out and gently laid Elyn’s unconscious form on the ground.
The king dashed towards the pair and found Naedas struggling to get up while Cinder pinned him down with his body. “Help me hold him in place! You’re the only one unaffected by mythral to do it!”
Before the king could even move, a bolt of light sent him crashing against the nearest brick wall.
“Caelas!” It was Naedas who yelled his name in alarm. Cinder looked down to find the alchemist fighting back for control against his tormentor. The enchanted black rings around his teal eyes faded and Cinder let go of him as they stood facing Olympia with her scepter raised.
“Not any of you move or I’ll end the life of your precious king!” The witch threatened, raising her scepter in Caelas direction.
“No! Please Olympia, don’t!” The young man who was clearly Naedas begged.
“You! If you didn’t prevent me in eliminating your precious liege, my mother should’ve been alive!” Olympia exclaimed, her voice shaking with emotion.
“It was I who killed your mother.” Cinder interrupted, turning her attention to him instead.
“WHAT?” Now he gained her full attention.
“Your mother is a wicked woman. It is my task to punish the wicked and so she died in my hands.” He explained calmly while she looked exactly the opposite. Her anger fueled her power and she gathered a huge amount of her life force to aim it directly on him.
The scepter released a vast amount of negative magic heading straight towards Cinder’s unguarded form. The godling absorbed it full force and it merely burned away in contact with his aura.
“How…?” Her eyes tilted upwards and the backlash of the spell hit her consciousness away.
“Naedas?” Caelas navy blue eyes opened and saw the shivering form holding him.
“I’m glad you’re unharmed, beloved.” Naedas smiled while fighting the skull cracking pain.
The king immediately sat up and cradled his young lover’s tear-stricken face. “What’s wrong?”
“My time is almost up. I can’t fight him much longer and if he wins, I want you to kill me.” Naedas said with a weak smile.
“No! Isn’t there another way?” Caelas protested and kept Naedas from turning away.
“There is. But it would be far more painful.” Cinder answered him with a serious expression.
“Then do it, please. I don’t care if I have to die, just bring back my freedom.” Naedas begged him as he wept silently.
“Hold him down, Caelas.” The godling told the mortal king. “Don’t let him go and endure his pain for him.” Cinder knelt down as Caelas did as he was told. He embraced Naedas’ shivering body as Cind’rikh reached behind his head. The phoenix-incarnate’s fingers went past the barrier of human skin and Naedas screamed in excruciating pain.
Caelas cringed listening to Naedas cries until it was over. Cinder extracted a half-mythral piece from his skull while the alchemist slumped forward in the king’s arms heavily breathing but alive. The Corinthan monarch wept with joy, oblivious to what just happened.
Cinder stood up leaving the couple in reunion and showed Miermi the blue disk-shaped mystic metal in his palm. The sorcerer nearly cringed at the sight but he struggled to look at it. “You’re not affected by it?”
“I am not the Nithaial like you previously deduced.” And after saying so, crackling flame melted the mythral in his hand and evaporated into nothing. Then without a word, Cinder rushed towards Elyn’s nude crumpled body on the ground.
Miermi dragged his lethargic feet with him to stumble down on his grandson’s still form. “Elyn… my dear Elyn… No.” He started to weep.
Cinder gathered the boy in his arms and rested his blond head on his lap. He combed his fingers gently on Elyn’s curly hair and smoothed the knots.
Elyn felt the gentle warm touch on his cheek and opened his aquamarine eyes. “C-Cinder… Grandfather… you came.” He tried to smile but he grimaced in pain instead. He bit his lip to keep it inside.
“I’m very sorry Elyn. Your halfwit of a grandfather failed to protect you.” Miermi wept some more grasping his grandson’s unmoving hand. He noticed with painful clarity that Elyn never shed tears while he was in physical pain. Something tightened in his chest and he bowed his head as sobs racked his crouched form.
“We’re here now. They won’t hurt you anymore.” Cinder finally spoke started to cry himself.
“D-Don’t… cry… both of you.” Elyn said softly trying to lift his boneless hand to wipe the tears away but couldn’t do so.
Too much ache poured out of Cinder’s heart seeing Elyn comfort them instead. He cupped the boy’s face and kissed his lips chastely while his divine tears fell on Elyn’s skin. The tears seeped beneath the boy’s flesh and gradually mended every torn skin, ripped muscle and broken bones as if they were anew. A pair of small arms eventually wound themselves around Cinder’s neck and he glanced down to stare at sparkling aquamarine eyes.
The godling continued to shed tears while Elyn recovered. The boy can hug him now, free of pain and with a smile. “Well, there goes my first kiss.” He said cheekily in Cinder’s ear while his small hands ran comfortingly on raven locks.
Miermi saw the glittering mark of the golden sun in Cinder’s scalp and watched Elyn’s totally healed body snuggling against the former. The sorcerer uttered a cry of joy and enveloped them both in a fierce embrace, uncaring if he suffocated the one in between. Miermi instantly felt his powers returning through their bond and his weakness dissipated.
Elyn poked his head to the side and gulped a lungful of air. “Grandfather, you’re suffocating me!” He complained playfully.
“You healed him!” Naedas’ voice interrupted the trio’s little bonding moment. They all looked up to find the king and alchemist pair attached together like leeches. Elyn gave them an ear-splitting grin. “And you’re a free soul but bonded man.”
The young alchemist blushed while the king held him tighter. “It’s all thanks to you, Cinder.” Caelas bowed low, dragging Naedas with him. “Or would you rather tell us your true identity.”
The godling stood up with Miermi while the latter’s hands held Elyn protectively. “After all that’s happened, I suppose I can’t deny it any longer. I’m neither a Nithaial nor an Avatar.” Cinder stopped in mid-confession as some of the unconscious lot stirred in their sleep.
It appears that there were still many things to sort, the king noticed. Porphoras braced a hand on the wall for support as he stood up. His amber eyes met five pairs and stopped on ruby ones. For a moment, those red eyes narrowed dangerously but in the next second the look of hatred vanished.
“I believe the Grand Master has some explaining to do.” The king cleared his throat.
Porphoras immediately dropped to his knees. “My liege… forgive me for the atrocities I have committed. I was not in my right mind when I performed such vile acts. I am willing to accept death as punishment.”
“If… If Niccas were in Elyn’s place, would you have done nothing? Would you allow him such pain?” Cinder couldn’t help but speak out suddenly. His churning emotions were also not done yet. Elyn held his hand as it started to tremble.
Porphoras dared meet Cinder’s cold ruby gaze. The old man looked pitiful. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he gave off a weak, sad laugh. “You wouldn’t do anything, would you? You’d allow him to be ripped apart if a child had not gone to rescue him!” The godling was more stunned with the words spilling out of his mouth than their receiver. The trauma of the rack coupled with Elyn’s shared experience was a powerful storm breaking the seal to this particular memory.
“How did you know about Niccas?” Porphoras was unaware of Miermi’s moss green eyes glaring daggers in his direction. The Grand Master probably didn’t recognize his youthful face or he was just so caught up with the moment.
Cinder didn’t answer and shook his head. Then after drying up his tears, “All I can say in his behalf is, SCREW YOU, COWARD!” A very heavy burden suddenly lifted from the former Nithaial’s chest. It left majority of the people in the sacrificial chamber with gaping mouths.
Porphoras recoiled like he had suffered a blow on his stomach then with the last of his wits, removed his outer cloak, draped it around Elyn’s unclothed frame and held out his hands to the king. “Chain me, Your Highness. I surrender in my subordinates behalf.”
An elite group of soldiers lay in wait outside the headquarters of the Narrow Blade as they emerged from the basement leading away from the underground tunnels. They arrested the surviving members of the Order and the Daughters including their Grand Master. The Koryphaios and the Head Mistress were then pronounced dead of unknown cause since their bodies could not be found.
King Caelas didn’t dive headfirst within the underground tunnels unprepared. He gave the elite force of the royal guards a sortie mission if they didn’t return before midnight. And there they were, a solid presence to deter any attempts of escape. The witches suffered major backlashes and the assassins were still in shock after what they have witnessed. They gave Cinder traumatized looks as they were hauled away by the armed guards.
Naedas convinced the king to be detained with Porphoras since he too committed the same atrocities through Alchemy and perhaps worse. At first Caelas obstinately disagreed until Miermi intervened and ‘reminded’ the king in plain words that the young alchemist was ‘too sore’ for a night in his ‘ruins’ of a bedchamber and the monarch finally conceded defeat.
The young alchemist was relieved that the master herbalist wasn’t cross with him after all he had done in his ‘possessed’ state. He and Miermi exchanged nods while an elite royal guard pulled the former away from the king’s iron embrace. Caelas then excused himself for the pile of scrolls waiting in his desk probably to sulk. Being king wasn’t all fun and sunshine. There were armloads of parchment to be reviewed and studied, disputes to be solved among the nobles, merchants and common people, and rebellions to be quelled every now and then.
No carefree person would want to be king in a flourishing vast kingdom such as Corintha with three colonies. Not to mention if one spent ones young life as warrior prince. But Caelas was no ordinary aging king, he was a wizard who ages very slowly and has latent powers waiting to be discovered.
And there was Naedas, a young alchemist by trade. The fact that he gave them clues to solve the mystery in his deranged state proved the strength of his will. He was a commoner but he grew up into a rough environment shaping his resilient character. They were meant for each other, Miermi thought as he climbed the spiral stairway to the highest turret of the palace. The turret was connected to a lower tower and the bridge between provides excellent view of the kingdom and the natural landscape of undisturbed lush woodlands and the vastness of Mariana Sea.
Raven locks fluttered in the wind as a fair figure stood serenely against the moonlight with eyes closed in deep meditation. In his shoulder rested a softly dozing blond head and long elegant fingertips played with the bouncy curls affectionately. There was not a mar on Elyn’s skin and he smiled in his serene sleep like his snuggling companion acted like a charm against nightmares. One could mistake them for a doting elder brother cradling his baby brother in sweet embrace.
If Miermi didn’t meet his wife, he was sure he would’ve fallen in love with this ethereal beauty no matter if he (Cinder) were married. His light footsteps warned his approach and spoke, “I knew I would find you here.”
Cinder watched Miermi approach. The moonbeams shined down his ash-blond hair and gave an illusion of silvery silk threads. His beautiful, perfectly shaped face matched with a pair of piercing moss green eyes could turn heads in places. One couldn’t have speculated that this elven man’s age that looks younger than the king is fifty-seven summers. And for people hearing him call Elyn his grandson… The godling turned back on the view and continued to pet the bundle in his arms.
The herbalist didn’t seem offended with his silence and continued. “I gave Porphoras the scare of his life when I visited him in his cell. He wouldn’t believe it was me if Naedas didn’t convince him.” Miermi chuckled.
Cinder merely glanced at him and proceeded to brood but after a while he relented. “Do you want to take your turn to carry Elyn?”
Miermi shook his head. “I might look young again but Elyn is still too heavy for me. And besides, you’re his ward against the nightmares.”
“Did you really look this beautiful when you were young?” The brunet lad asked changing the subject.
“I actually look better now. When I was your age my appearance resemble a jaded youth carrying the world on his back, literally. I always felt weak with the mythral cuffs around my wrists. I was locked up high in a prison tower and I became separated from Alfrund for who I am.” The lad’s compliment didn’t go unnoticed.
Cinder gasped hearing this tale out of the blue. No wonder the sorcerer was petrified when he showed him the piece of mythral.
“And now more than eight years have passed since my exile and people still viewed demons, halflings, and other demigods as abominations.” Miermi showed him the pentacle on his left hand.
The brunet lad’s lack of surprise proved his theory. “So do you mind telling me why you smelled of ‘dracon ash’ this afternoon?”
Cinder immediately stiffened. He thought his little trip to the Faiward Islands was forgotten in the chain of events. There was no use hiding it at this point. The scale of the problem was uncontainable even with ‘divine intervention’ and he smirked inwardly. Ra’asiel was going to be extremely displeased. “The same dragon who pitched me in the sands, was back to get me?” He tried cheekily.
“Or perhaps, he gave you a ride to apologize?” Miermi decided to play along.
“How’s Porphoras?” Cinder asked more quietly.
“He appears deeply disturbed about something… or perhaps he’s flattered with your offer?” The herbalist’s tone was dismissive though his face tightened somewhat.
“I hope not!” The brunet lad burst out laughing, waking his bundle in the process.
“Can you tone down the laughter, a bit? Someone’s already napping.” Elyn said irately even if he wound his arms tighter around Cinder’s neck.
“Oh, someone’s grouchy when disturbed.” The snuggling companion countered and the boy ‘hmphed’ before adjusting his position in between his pillow shoulder. After a while Elyn was dozing again, Miermi watched his grandson fondly.
“I’m entirely at a loss of how I am ever going to repay you for everything you have done for us, Cinder. And one might ask, why are you doing this? Why is an ethereal being helping a pair of petty mortals like us?” It seems Miermi wanted to ease the burden of telling for him. And for that he was grateful.
And the answer couldn’t be as simple as, “because I choose to do so, this is my task I wished to undertake with my new life.”
*FIN
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The Cronnex Glossary:
Disclaimer: This glossary is included within the contents of The Cronnex, The Series and is therefore the property of Trewin Greenaway.
A/N: I have edited some parts of the glossary according to the way I shaped the plot in my fanfiction. Not all of things listed below necessarily follows the main canon. Characters or places not mentioned below are therefore considered Original Characters or Original Settings I made. I’m sure most of you would consider this as a *Mighty Yawn Session* and I can understand that. This is mostly support content for those who haven’t come across with this fantasy yaoi novel that can potentially tear your brains out. TRUST ME.
Note: Although this glossary will help you reconnect names with characters and places you encountered earlier in the story and then forgot, reading it may also spoil certain parts of the plot. To avoid this don’t read it until you’ve finished reading the entire chapters.
SPOILERS ALERT!!!
PERSONAE:
Ra’asiel, the Opposing One. A major supernatural being who is the opposite of Gesryma, and considered Lord of Chaos.
Gesryma, the Mother of the Blessed Name. A major supernatural being who controls the Great Wheel.
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Niccas – The Nithaial Elimiel, wielder of dark elements fire and earth.
Dionis – The last Nithaial Elimiel, successor of Niccas, wielder of dark elements fire and earth.
Jessan – The Nithaial Galgaliel, wielder of light elements, air and water.
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Maerdas – The Unnamable One, Formerly the Nithaial Elimiel, former Lord of Gorzungad.
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The Guardian Circle – a secret society of mages, healers, scholars, and alchemists, devoted to sustaining the memory of the Nithaial and to protect and nurture them upon their next return.
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Adelantis – A foreseer who resides in Shavagar-Yasi, where he assists Niccas in his search for Helias. He and Niccas become lovers. Deceased.
Alfrund – herbalist, Jessan’s twerë, adoptive father of Cinder/Niccas.
Anisor – master herbalist, former member of the Guardian Circle.
Caelas – former prince and military commander of the Kingdom up North, lover of Jessan. The current king of Corintha, a human kingdom closest to Ngurkasg or Land of Demons. Beloved of Naedas.
Do’arma’ak – demon, personal attendant to Teshnar’ad, lover of Jessan, guide to Dionis.
Dracon Wyrtgeorn – A dragon, The Eldest of the dre’aganzd.
dre’aganzd – the race of dragons as they say it in their tongue.
Fendal – Sailmaker, beloved of Alfrund.
Helias – servant of Grendar and his murderer, member of the Guild of the Narrow Blade, lover and friend of Niccas.
Jaemas – Niccas’ name during his stay with the house of Porphoras and Sophaera.
Miridal – Adoptive mother of Niccas, initiate to the Sisterhood of Mystery. Deceased.
Naedas – houseboy at Niccas’ household, later servant to Porphoras, then apprentice alchemist, beloved of Caelas.
Nassazia – daughter of Sophaera, a witch in her own right, who gains great power by tricking Niccas into having sex with her. The Head Priestess of the Ishman Faith and self-proclaimed incarnate of the Goddess Gesryma.
Pali – Shape-changer, third son of Braienn, companion/lover of Jessan.
People of the Egg/Grazenfolk – The race of the demons as they call themselves, in contrast to humans who are called People of the Womb.
Porphoras – Grand Master Alchemist, former member of the Guardian Circle, appointed instructor and former guardian of Niccas.
Sophaera – wife of Porphoras, Sister of the Daughters of the Moon or in common parlance, a witch/enchantress. A Head Mistress in the Ishman Faith, headed by her daughter.
Teshnar’ad – Avatar of Ra’asiel, demon warrior, lover of Niccas.
Waldronur – which, in the Old tongue, “Those Who Speak to Trees.” They are a peaceful race of beings who are more like men in their appearance than not, but fairer in complexion and more ethereal of spirit.
Places:
The Kingdom – The setting of the story, The Cronnex. It is located far up north and is now divided and in disarray. Its inhabitants call it that translates to “The Blessed Place” while outsiders name it, “That Wretched and Rather Scary Place to the North of Us.” It is currently divided between the Old Kingdom and the New Kingdom. A puppet king rules the former, which is controlled by the latter where the Ishman Faith collaborates governance with the Monarch of Loquatrea, Schtefan.
Ais Dysmassia – consider this as the Underworld in Greek Mythology. The land of the dead and bordered by the River Cyll. Accounts differ whether the Hallowed Halls are situated in this realm or located somewhere else.
Faiward Islands – Small group of Islands at the Western Sea and intermingles with Mariana Sea from the South. One of the island’s name is Lydvel where mythral is mined. Currently the home of the Waldronur or Tree People.
Forest Grymaeld – A great forest to the east of Lorithar, at the heart of which is Wyldmast Druim.
Gorzungad – fortress castle, former home of Maerdas then The Eight. Now currently known as Ishman Tower.
Ngurknasg – land of the demons as they call it and far to the southeast of the Kingdom up North, east to Corintha and known as ‘Visfern’ in the human tongue. A place of swamp and jungle.
Wyldmast Druim – A flat-topped mountain in the heart of the Forest Grymaeld. It is the locus of ancient magic and great power. It is here where the previous Avatars of Ra’asiel were imprisoned with the dragons.
Terms:
The Cronnex – The sigil of the Nithaial and a symbol for the essential harmony of both the elements of the natural world and between the material world and spirit world. It is usually given the shape of two entwined dragons.
Mythral – A mythical metallic substance that is easily worked and can serve as conduit for the natural spirits, magical spells, and other forms of force. Mined in Lydvel in one of the Faiward Islands
The Nithaial – half-immortal intermediaries between humans and Gesryma, the Great Mother of the Blessed Name. Their purpose is to serve the Great Balance and keep human life in harmony with the will of the immortals. They appear as human twins, and so are sometimes called ‘Irin.’ Each embodies various aspects of the Great Powers. One, whose arcane name is Galgaliel, reigns under the sign of the sun, and is master of the powers of air and water. The other, whose arcane name is Elimiel, reigns under the sign of the moon, and is the master of the powers of fire and earth. If The Nithaial fails, the Great Wheel grinds to a halt and men enter a period that we would call history but that the ancients saw as a fall into chaos.
Order of the Narrow Blade – A religious order of men and women who sought to return balance to the world by killing those whose evil deeds were conspicuous and who would otherwise most likely be left unpunished. Rank and wealth didn’t deter them; some said it encouraged them. But it was generally agreed that those who fell on their blade greatly deserved it. Once a righteous order of fearless personae with strong sense of justice it is now corrupted by the Ishman Faith, its sister religion.
Summoner – a human being corrupted by those who use fell powers like Maerdas himself, a summoner is used as a conduit of dark powers and used for various tasks, most often for seeking and destroying enemies even to the extent of the summoner’s own doom.
Dagmast stone – A stone sacred to the Almighty Ra’asiel. Is used as teleportation stones for dragons to travel and can be used singularly as a telepathic stone like how a telesma functions.
Telesma – Perfectly formed diamonds that necromancers permeate with esoteric powers, which can then be tapped for a specific purpose, such as various ways of farseeing or scrying.
Twerë/Twerën – are terms relating to a relationship between two humans, no matter the gender, that is permits the public acknowledgement of profound emotional ties that exist apart from kinship or matrimony. These may or may not be sexual in expression, but if they are, the act is considered appropriate and blessed. It is perhaps best defined as friendship raised to a higher power and given important legal status. The two participants are called twerë and the relationship itself to be the state of twerën.
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