Historical Note: About 500 years ago, a banished human mage set up a small fortress in the Dhoom Desert, a moraine close to the northernmost edge of the continent where the sea and the wind met and mingled, and the magic was raw. He specialized in trapping and holding elementals in crystal prisons, and very nearly married the Wyrding elf-princess Domino. The radiation from his spells and the concentration of so many different types of magic began to further influence the flora and fauna in the area, creating plants that could photosynthesize without chlorophyll, vampires, ghosts, and were-creatures. There is nothing more annoying than a vampire pixie. He also thwarted death on many occasions throughout that long life, and the ranger Pyros recently brought word to the then-Capital that Domino had finally slain him.
By all accounts, this fortress remains standing and virtually unplundered, for all intents and purposes a standing repository for powerfully magical artifacts.
Content to be a bit-player and yes-man to the Big Man,
he is uncertain of how to deal with the new gift
bestowed upon him by the Highlady.
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The Cirriah
The Cirriah are rainbow-hued creatures of pure energy,
and are also known as the "Voices of the Sky". They
are actually visible manifestations of
FayryLand's voice. Their existence was first
recorded only recently, when Elven Highlord, the dark
elf Hellion, and Lady Elfie worked the Landright
magic to restore FayryLand after Maw Behl the Acrid's
holocaust. In that great feat of magic, the five
elements were united, creating the necessary
conditions for the Cirriah to appear. Those who
examined the Lady Elfie's journal many years after her
death (and only after the Lady Javken gave
permission!) could not agree on whether the Cirriah
exist as actual creatures, or as the imprint of the
Land's voice on mortal memory. Lady Javken knows,
and she won't tell.
Aloysius Sebastien Valerian Damascus III
Aka "Aloysius".
Aloysius is a tall, sinewy, hideously-scarred human
man with a bad case of amnesia, although his friends
(and he has none) would say it's a good case of
amnesia. After many youthful misadventures, he has
established himself as the Big Man's right-hand man,
paired with a rather numb-witted Algernon (equally
scarred, massive, and strong). He tries to hide it,
but he's rather a philosophical sort, but he uses his
philosophy to rationalize (read: squelch) any moral
misgivings about the job at hand. He doesn't really
enjoy his work so much as get satisfaction in knowing
he's good at his job, and that it needs to be done.
He does what he's told to do without hesitation, and
can eat a hearty meal afterwards.
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