Citizens
Vaynrileth Falas (formerly Demelle Thelas)
F
21
Dunmer
Sign of the Ritual
Follows: Sithis, Mephala, Azura, Boethia, Hermaeus Mora,
Companion: Irdrin Malalos (Thrall)
Kin: n/a
Being born under the sign of The Ritual to Dunmer parents who were members of a devoted cult of Meridia, her relationship with her family was doomed from the start. She had always felt comfortable hiding out in the tombs near their shrine and thinking up stories of the lives of the deceased that were at rest there. But one day the devoted followers received a sign from Meridia claiming that the child Demelle Thelas would one day tamper with the Daedric Prince's life-giving energies and grow to become a dangerous Necromancer if her life was not ended. Demelle was a smart child and quickly learned of how the cult and even her own family wanted to offer her life to Meridia. She wasn't sure what to do, so she tried to stay away from the more devoted members of the cult until she could figure out a plan. They wouldn't give her much time though, as not long after she learned of their plans a few members tried to sneak up on the girl while she was exploring the tombs. Frightening for the cultists, Meridia's claims were true they discovered once they saw the panicked Demelle resurrect the corpses around her to defend herself in an instinctual act of survival. That was the first time she gave life to the dead, as well as the first time she took a life.
She had never liked the cult, but the swift betrayal of her family burned her inside. They had so easily forsaken her life by for the will of Meridia. She vowed to herself to never send a single prayer to the Daedric Prince who turned everyone she knew against her. She would find others who deserved her worship. She fled through the wilds to the nearest city, which happened to be Solitude. She threw away her old identity, taking the name Vaynrileth Falas to distance herself from her betraying family and to hide herself from the cult should they search for her. Luck was on her side finally, as not long after making it to Solitude a kind old mage took her in as an assistant for their quaint Alchemy shop. She lived there for 8 years, learning how to identify herbs, poisonous plants, and other important alchemic ingredients. She was naturally inclined for magic, but the mage that took her in knew only a few basic spells which were over time taught to Vaynrileth. She wanted to seek greater arcane knowledge than just herbs and novice level magic. At the age of 17 she set off for the Mages College of Winterhold.
She wasn't easily trusting of others, so she didn't end up wasting her time socializing with the other college members like so many others did. She spent her years there deep in study. Her Dunmer blood let her ease through learning destruction spells, favoring fire, but her true interest lied in the school of Conjuration. She wanted to learn how to breath new life into creatures that had lost theirs, but the college frowned upon the practice of necromancy. She tried to keep her interest a secret, doing her best to focus on the approved subjects within the school of Conjuration to keep attention away from her reading of forbidden books on the research of necromancers. She didn't want to become an infamous necromancer who enslaved the spirits of the dead like Arondil who murdered milkmaids only to resurrect them to create a enslaved harem of ghosts and draugr for his sick pleasure. She wanted to be able to give life to those who lost theirs unjustly or untimely, as she had almost lost hers at the hands of her family's cult when she was just a child. She wanted to become a liberator of unjust deaths. She requested a leave of absence from the College for independent research, and was granted one for a year.
For a year she spent time exploring the many tombs and ruins of Skyrim to work on her taboo research. She wanted to perfect the means of creating non-bound, or "free" undead. Such a thing had not been attempted before by a necromancer, or at least not recorded in any tome that she had found. She recorded all her research and affairs during her year outside of the College in journals, encrypting them by writing with only the Daedric alphabet to protect her research from most who would try to stop her. She spent much time searching for someone suitable to become the first dead raised for freedom instead of enslavement. She managed to stumble upon an old buried journal of Azarkan Redoran while exploring some nearly forgotten ruins. His story touched her. While he was alive he had sought to free the slaves of the House of Dres and end their tradition of cruel enslavement before he had been forsaken by his kinsmen and betrayed, leading him to a cruel death. She idolized this man she had only read about as a hero, a liberator like herself. She dreamed of meeting him someday. She adamantly searched for his grave for much of her year of independent research until she finally found his burial site. Resurrecting him was no easy task. It took quite a while for the rituals and spells to be properly prepared, as it was the first time she had performed such a task. When all had been performed and he awoke to his new life, it was like a long anticipated encounter with a distant friend. Of course he had no idea who she was upon awaking 400 years after his death. He couldn't remember hardly anything from his first life, not even his name, so she gave him a new one to celebrate his new life just as she had given herself a new one for her new life after she fled the cult of Meridia years ago. He would be known as Irdrin Malalos in this new life of his.
She was absolutely elated during the first few weeks of his new life, until she realized she had not created an unbound undead. She had conjured a Dead Thrall. She was devastated by her terrible mistake, and to make matters worse, somehow the College had heard strong rumors of Vaynrileth's research being dark Necromancy. The matter was not even given a proper investigation and she was swiftly banished from the College. She had been forsaken once more.
She was around the age of 20 when she headed back to Solitude with her companion. There she faced much ridicule from those who new her before her time at the College upon hearing of her banishment, although the reason for her expulsion was not made public knowledge. Because of this, they thought she had been kicked out for being a talent-less mage, for experimenting on other students and all other manners of horrible things. They came up with all sorts of insulting names for her, from "The Failed Mage", to "The Hagraven of Solitute" and many other unmentionable ones that held just as much hurt. She did not return to work for the mage, for he had died while she was at the College. She had gotten no letter of this and was deeply saddened by this added loss. She took over his shop, continuing his alchemy services and selling of Arcane products for mages. At least she had her companion Irdrin to fill her chasm of loneliness.
While she treasured his company, she was still constantly reminded of her failure. She desperately wanted to restore his will and be able to give him the form of new life she had originally intended. She did not give up her research. On her trips outside the city to gather new supplies and ingredients for her store she also dedicated time to continuing her research away from the eyes of those who would label her work as taboo. She tries her best to keep hidden from the cult of Meridia and the Vigilants of Stendar, as well as hide her Daedra worship from the public.
Except with Irdrin, Vaynrileth often behaves rather flirtatiously towards others, although her actions are generally without heart. She works hard to seem indifferent to her negative reputation and remain emotionally distant from others in order to protect herself. She will lower her guards when alone with Irdrin though and occasionally confide in him although she does not expect to be consoled by him. She enjoys reading, practicing magic, wine and spending time around nature or in the wilds. She has light grey skin and black hair that she prefers to keep longer than most others favor. While she isn't as curved as some of the non mer races' bodacious women can be, she is voluptuous for an elf. From years of remaining distant from others she has become forlorn to others' touch, shirking away from most body contact or keeping contact as minimal as possible.
F
21
Dunmer
Sign of the Ritual
Follows: Sithis, Mephala, Azura, Boethia, Hermaeus Mora,
Companion: Irdrin Malalos (Thrall)
Kin: n/a
Being born under the sign of The Ritual to Dunmer parents who were members of a devoted cult of Meridia, her relationship with her family was doomed from the start. She had always felt comfortable hiding out in the tombs near their shrine and thinking up stories of the lives of the deceased that were at rest there. But one day the devoted followers received a sign from Meridia claiming that the child Demelle Thelas would one day tamper with the Daedric Prince's life-giving energies and grow to become a dangerous Necromancer if her life was not ended. Demelle was a smart child and quickly learned of how the cult and even her own family wanted to offer her life to Meridia. She wasn't sure what to do, so she tried to stay away from the more devoted members of the cult until she could figure out a plan. They wouldn't give her much time though, as not long after she learned of their plans a few members tried to sneak up on the girl while she was exploring the tombs. Frightening for the cultists, Meridia's claims were true they discovered once they saw the panicked Demelle resurrect the corpses around her to defend herself in an instinctual act of survival. That was the first time she gave life to the dead, as well as the first time she took a life.
She had never liked the cult, but the swift betrayal of her family burned her inside. They had so easily forsaken her life by for the will of Meridia. She vowed to herself to never send a single prayer to the Daedric Prince who turned everyone she knew against her. She would find others who deserved her worship. She fled through the wilds to the nearest city, which happened to be Solitude. She threw away her old identity, taking the name Vaynrileth Falas to distance herself from her betraying family and to hide herself from the cult should they search for her. Luck was on her side finally, as not long after making it to Solitude a kind old mage took her in as an assistant for their quaint Alchemy shop. She lived there for 8 years, learning how to identify herbs, poisonous plants, and other important alchemic ingredients. She was naturally inclined for magic, but the mage that took her in knew only a few basic spells which were over time taught to Vaynrileth. She wanted to seek greater arcane knowledge than just herbs and novice level magic. At the age of 17 she set off for the Mages College of Winterhold.
She wasn't easily trusting of others, so she didn't end up wasting her time socializing with the other college members like so many others did. She spent her years there deep in study. Her Dunmer blood let her ease through learning destruction spells, favoring fire, but her true interest lied in the school of Conjuration. She wanted to learn how to breath new life into creatures that had lost theirs, but the college frowned upon the practice of necromancy. She tried to keep her interest a secret, doing her best to focus on the approved subjects within the school of Conjuration to keep attention away from her reading of forbidden books on the research of necromancers. She didn't want to become an infamous necromancer who enslaved the spirits of the dead like Arondil who murdered milkmaids only to resurrect them to create a enslaved harem of ghosts and draugr for his sick pleasure. She wanted to be able to give life to those who lost theirs unjustly or untimely, as she had almost lost hers at the hands of her family's cult when she was just a child. She wanted to become a liberator of unjust deaths. She requested a leave of absence from the College for independent research, and was granted one for a year.
For a year she spent time exploring the many tombs and ruins of Skyrim to work on her taboo research. She wanted to perfect the means of creating non-bound, or "free" undead. Such a thing had not been attempted before by a necromancer, or at least not recorded in any tome that she had found. She recorded all her research and affairs during her year outside of the College in journals, encrypting them by writing with only the Daedric alphabet to protect her research from most who would try to stop her. She spent much time searching for someone suitable to become the first dead raised for freedom instead of enslavement. She managed to stumble upon an old buried journal of Azarkan Redoran while exploring some nearly forgotten ruins. His story touched her. While he was alive he had sought to free the slaves of the House of Dres and end their tradition of cruel enslavement before he had been forsaken by his kinsmen and betrayed, leading him to a cruel death. She idolized this man she had only read about as a hero, a liberator like herself. She dreamed of meeting him someday. She adamantly searched for his grave for much of her year of independent research until she finally found his burial site. Resurrecting him was no easy task. It took quite a while for the rituals and spells to be properly prepared, as it was the first time she had performed such a task. When all had been performed and he awoke to his new life, it was like a long anticipated encounter with a distant friend. Of course he had no idea who she was upon awaking 400 years after his death. He couldn't remember hardly anything from his first life, not even his name, so she gave him a new one to celebrate his new life just as she had given herself a new one for her new life after she fled the cult of Meridia years ago. He would be known as Irdrin Malalos in this new life of his.
She was absolutely elated during the first few weeks of his new life, until she realized she had not created an unbound undead. She had conjured a Dead Thrall. She was devastated by her terrible mistake, and to make matters worse, somehow the College had heard strong rumors of Vaynrileth's research being dark Necromancy. The matter was not even given a proper investigation and she was swiftly banished from the College. She had been forsaken once more.
She was around the age of 20 when she headed back to Solitude with her companion. There she faced much ridicule from those who new her before her time at the College upon hearing of her banishment, although the reason for her expulsion was not made public knowledge. Because of this, they thought she had been kicked out for being a talent-less mage, for experimenting on other students and all other manners of horrible things. They came up with all sorts of insulting names for her, from "The Failed Mage", to "The Hagraven of Solitute" and many other unmentionable ones that held just as much hurt. She did not return to work for the mage, for he had died while she was at the College. She had gotten no letter of this and was deeply saddened by this added loss. She took over his shop, continuing his alchemy services and selling of Arcane products for mages. At least she had her companion Irdrin to fill her chasm of loneliness.
While she treasured his company, she was still constantly reminded of her failure. She desperately wanted to restore his will and be able to give him the form of new life she had originally intended. She did not give up her research. On her trips outside the city to gather new supplies and ingredients for her store she also dedicated time to continuing her research away from the eyes of those who would label her work as taboo. She tries her best to keep hidden from the cult of Meridia and the Vigilants of Stendar, as well as hide her Daedra worship from the public.
Except with Irdrin, Vaynrileth often behaves rather flirtatiously towards others, although her actions are generally without heart. She works hard to seem indifferent to her negative reputation and remain emotionally distant from others in order to protect herself. She will lower her guards when alone with Irdrin though and occasionally confide in him although she does not expect to be consoled by him. She enjoys reading, practicing magic, wine and spending time around nature or in the wilds. She has light grey skin and black hair that she prefers to keep longer than most others favor. While she isn't as curved as some of the non mer races' bodacious women can be, she is voluptuous for an elf. From years of remaining distant from others she has become forlorn to others' touch, shirking away from most body contact or keeping contact as minimal as possible.
Irdrin Malalos
Dunmer
24 (and dead for 400 years)
Sign of the Tower
Follows: no one
Dead Thrall to Vaynrileth Faelan
Kin
Eyes of the dead stare with a glassy, opaque gaze at surroundings that the barely functioning mind can comprehend due to limited sight recall. Not only is it hard and rather boring being dead as all the world's pleasures are denied him, it gets lonely. At least Irdrin has his summoner and master Vaynrileth, but sometimes he wonders if it would just be better to die. No, not just wonders, sometimes he knows it would be so much better to die.
For an outsider looking in, it would be hard to place when and where Irdrin first met the necromancer known as Vaynrileth Falas. Some say it was after her banishment. Some say it was before. A few even claim he was one of the corpses that rose from the grave the day she first revealed her dark arts to Meridia's obscure cult. The latter is untrue, for if anyone bothered asking Vaynrileth why she chose him as her thrall, they'd realize it couldn't have been while she was small. Before delving into that whole scheme, one must first take into account Irdrin Malalos' history.
Irdrin Malalos once went by a different name: Azarkan Redoran of House Redoran. Sound familiar? It ought to. Redoran is one of the five great houses ruling over Morrowind. The first name, his name, Azarkan, will not sound familiar at all and it shouldn't, for it was stripped from the history books four centuries ago, not long after his brutal execution.
Azarkan Redoran was the second born son of the councilor Raner Redoran. In his youth, he was the most promising of his four siblings, showing great aptitude to learn the ways of House Redoran, and he held all their tenants to heart. But his older brother, the firstborn, was the stronger of the two, and therefore showed the most prominence as ascending councilor. Azarkan was held in high regard but still pushed aside to make way for his elder sibling. Despite it all, he went on to achieve great things for his House, eventually entering into their city guard of Mournhold.
When he turned twenty-three, he set his sights on the House Dres, whose ambitions and inability to honor all life had led them to the sacrilegious practice of owning slaves. But they went so far as to mistreat, abuse, and eventually kill them when they lacked production or used up their purpose. Azarkan spoke out to his family against these horrible things, and found support among his friends. They led raids on the plantations, freeing hundreds if not thousands of slaves in a few short months, catching the House Dres off guard, as they had not expected anyone to oppose them. Azarkan's attacks against the Dres plantations caused a drastic fall in their profits. They only brought in more and more slaves, made the working conditions even harsher through their quota demands. Azarkan, in turn, made his attacks all the more grander. Even went so far as to conjure an army of atronachs within their very holds to destroy their properties. He burned fields till they were of no use. He never killed though, save the filthiest scum of the taskmasters who beat the slaves without mercy. In this way, he believed he retained his honor. But House Dres only looked at the destruction and felt nothing but hate for the rampaging Dunmer. They went before House Redoran and declared war. But if anyone came to notice, there never was a war between House Dres and House Redoran. House Redoran withheld all their support from Azarkan. They held it back too soon however, as he had already gone to House Dres for another raid, only to find that none of his allies came to meet him there. Only a large band of members of the House. Azarkan was drawn and quartered and parts of his body were dumped on House Redoran's doorstep. But House Redoran, in all their desire for peace and fear of war, as they themselves were facing desperate times, wiped clean the slate of history, eradicated all traces of Azarkan, and pretended nothing had ever happened. A war never came then. The threat was eliminated and apparently had never existed. The Houses continued on as usual. Irdrin vaguely remembers his life and passions and feats from his days as Azarkan Redoran. If he bears any inkling to that life, it is only from what he read in Azarkan's journal, dug up and read over by Vaynrileth. He doesn't want to look at his past, only his present. Perhaps that is why he doesn't seem to care for anything except serving Vaynrileth as her companion. Or maybe that's why he wants it to end. It seems ironic in a fashion, that he fought to end slavery and wound up a slave himself. He doesn't see it as irony, but as an unjust punishment. A curse.
He was brought back through a spell similar to the conjuring spell of Dead Thrall, but it was more ritualistic and required the help of the Daedra. But despite the spell being successful, he is not fully there, and he feels himself slowly wasting away. He was a corpse for so long, and a corpse he will one day return to being. When? Who really knows. Could be tomorrow or fifty years from now.
Irdrin himself still looks the same as he did four hundred years ago. He still has his dark skin, his light blonde hair (though it looks white now, probably because of his real four hundred years of age). His eyes though are very pale with only hints of red. He looks cold and stern, serious and a little severe, but he's always looked that way apparently. He is a spirit, not a soul. Disconnected from his soul, he has vague memories and can mimic life, but he is lost from being ripped apart like this. Hence why he was so easily forced into Vaynrileth's services. He also lacks most free will and cannot make decisions for himself usually. He also has a slower time remembering or recalling things unless a severe and strong emotion was attached to the memory. Though he still possesses and repeats the ideals held by his house, his heart isn't in it anymore. He has lost his passion. He is literally a shell of his former self.
Dunmer
24 (and dead for 400 years)
Sign of the Tower
Follows: no one
Dead Thrall to Vaynrileth Faelan
Kin
Eyes of the dead stare with a glassy, opaque gaze at surroundings that the barely functioning mind can comprehend due to limited sight recall. Not only is it hard and rather boring being dead as all the world's pleasures are denied him, it gets lonely. At least Irdrin has his summoner and master Vaynrileth, but sometimes he wonders if it would just be better to die. No, not just wonders, sometimes he knows it would be so much better to die.
For an outsider looking in, it would be hard to place when and where Irdrin first met the necromancer known as Vaynrileth Falas. Some say it was after her banishment. Some say it was before. A few even claim he was one of the corpses that rose from the grave the day she first revealed her dark arts to Meridia's obscure cult. The latter is untrue, for if anyone bothered asking Vaynrileth why she chose him as her thrall, they'd realize it couldn't have been while she was small. Before delving into that whole scheme, one must first take into account Irdrin Malalos' history.
Irdrin Malalos once went by a different name: Azarkan Redoran of House Redoran. Sound familiar? It ought to. Redoran is one of the five great houses ruling over Morrowind. The first name, his name, Azarkan, will not sound familiar at all and it shouldn't, for it was stripped from the history books four centuries ago, not long after his brutal execution.
Azarkan Redoran was the second born son of the councilor Raner Redoran. In his youth, he was the most promising of his four siblings, showing great aptitude to learn the ways of House Redoran, and he held all their tenants to heart. But his older brother, the firstborn, was the stronger of the two, and therefore showed the most prominence as ascending councilor. Azarkan was held in high regard but still pushed aside to make way for his elder sibling. Despite it all, he went on to achieve great things for his House, eventually entering into their city guard of Mournhold.
When he turned twenty-three, he set his sights on the House Dres, whose ambitions and inability to honor all life had led them to the sacrilegious practice of owning slaves. But they went so far as to mistreat, abuse, and eventually kill them when they lacked production or used up their purpose. Azarkan spoke out to his family against these horrible things, and found support among his friends. They led raids on the plantations, freeing hundreds if not thousands of slaves in a few short months, catching the House Dres off guard, as they had not expected anyone to oppose them. Azarkan's attacks against the Dres plantations caused a drastic fall in their profits. They only brought in more and more slaves, made the working conditions even harsher through their quota demands. Azarkan, in turn, made his attacks all the more grander. Even went so far as to conjure an army of atronachs within their very holds to destroy their properties. He burned fields till they were of no use. He never killed though, save the filthiest scum of the taskmasters who beat the slaves without mercy. In this way, he believed he retained his honor. But House Dres only looked at the destruction and felt nothing but hate for the rampaging Dunmer. They went before House Redoran and declared war. But if anyone came to notice, there never was a war between House Dres and House Redoran. House Redoran withheld all their support from Azarkan. They held it back too soon however, as he had already gone to House Dres for another raid, only to find that none of his allies came to meet him there. Only a large band of members of the House. Azarkan was drawn and quartered and parts of his body were dumped on House Redoran's doorstep. But House Redoran, in all their desire for peace and fear of war, as they themselves were facing desperate times, wiped clean the slate of history, eradicated all traces of Azarkan, and pretended nothing had ever happened. A war never came then. The threat was eliminated and apparently had never existed. The Houses continued on as usual. Irdrin vaguely remembers his life and passions and feats from his days as Azarkan Redoran. If he bears any inkling to that life, it is only from what he read in Azarkan's journal, dug up and read over by Vaynrileth. He doesn't want to look at his past, only his present. Perhaps that is why he doesn't seem to care for anything except serving Vaynrileth as her companion. Or maybe that's why he wants it to end. It seems ironic in a fashion, that he fought to end slavery and wound up a slave himself. He doesn't see it as irony, but as an unjust punishment. A curse.
He was brought back through a spell similar to the conjuring spell of Dead Thrall, but it was more ritualistic and required the help of the Daedra. But despite the spell being successful, he is not fully there, and he feels himself slowly wasting away. He was a corpse for so long, and a corpse he will one day return to being. When? Who really knows. Could be tomorrow or fifty years from now.
Irdrin himself still looks the same as he did four hundred years ago. He still has his dark skin, his light blonde hair (though it looks white now, probably because of his real four hundred years of age). His eyes though are very pale with only hints of red. He looks cold and stern, serious and a little severe, but he's always looked that way apparently. He is a spirit, not a soul. Disconnected from his soul, he has vague memories and can mimic life, but he is lost from being ripped apart like this. Hence why he was so easily forced into Vaynrileth's services. He also lacks most free will and cannot make decisions for himself usually. He also has a slower time remembering or recalling things unless a severe and strong emotion was attached to the memory. Though he still possesses and repeats the ideals held by his house, his heart isn't in it anymore. He has lost his passion. He is literally a shell of his former self.