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*Name & Title: Nea Hexan, Head-hearald of [[Dur-Demarion]]  
 
*Name & Title: Nea Hexan, Head-hearald of [[Dur-Demarion]]  

Revision as of 15:23, 14 September 2020

Picture Taken by Abacus Blue
Before Death, Picture taken by Elyria
After Death, Picture Taken by Abacus Blue


Contents

The Lore of Nea Hexen

The Short and Tragic Story of a Magic Infested Khajiit

I showed signs of being a khajiit witch from a young age, which was both terrifying and awesome for a young khajiit often. No one in my village practiced magic that could teach me how to control my power. For a while, my parents and community tried to help using the past histories of other khajiit witches from the surrounding area, but at age fourteen my powers had grown to uncontrollable and I moved to be close to a teacher.

My teacher's name was Angelina. Angelina was also a khajiit witch and lived in a small village that was near a wild and untamable woods. Khajiit witches tend to be very in touch with the wild side of nature and that made the place Angelina lived perfectly for new witches. I studied with Angelina for seven years during that time I mastered my skills. We found out that I was very adept at influencing the desire of animals; I could easily calm and communicate with animals. My biggest struggle was my magic would often spin out of control when I was angry, upset, or panicking.

One terrible terrible night Angelina and I got into a fight over one of her rules, and I ran out into the woods. My anger caused me to create a tornado and poor Angelina, who ran after me, got caught in it and was killed. I held her in my arms as she passed, too far gone for a healing spell. I buried her in her garden, packed my bags, and fled into the night.

While the village feared Angelina, they didn't fear me, and with her death, I knew the villagers would be after me. They hated our kind, and with Angelina dead, they had the perfect excuse to get rid of me. So I ran and ran until I came upon an area called Villijatam hoping to find a place to rest after many weary days on the road. After weeks of traveling, I came upon a place I’d only heard about called “The Old Towns” here I found a bed and a hot meal. Unfortunately, a trader from my teacher’s village saw me and told the people in the town. They pulled me from my bed and hung me from a tree beside a bridge connected to a tall island. Then they stood there and watched. I didn’t want to die, so I poured every ounce of magic I could summon in my weary state to send a beacon out for help. As I was taking what I thought was my last breath I felt something reach out to my magic and change me.

When I woke up I was still hung up in the tree, someone had left a knife nearby and I used magic to summon it to me. I cut myself down and made my way across the bridge towards the weird energy and hopefully toward safely.


Follow the Rules or Die

Rules. They exist for a reason those who break them die. That phrase was the voice over to the death of my teacher. A death that replayed over and over again in my brain, if only I hadn’t broken the rules she’d be alive, I’d be alive, this must be hell…

I wake up from the nightmare lying on the ground, my head is killing me; I must have hit it. As my eyes open up I see a being made out of shadows is above me telling me to look at the light so she can check for a concussion. She lets a loud explicative and mudders something under her breath as she puts out a hand to help me up. I reach out for her hand I see I no longer have skin in fur, just bone, and pink, blue, and purple tendrils of magic holding me together. I scream in terror and promptly pass out again.

When I wake up again I’m in a bed and a skeleton cat is asleep next to me and, like me, she is held together with orange and white tendrils of magic. The shadow formed humanoid from before is nowhere to be seen and my head is pounding a lot less. I get up and wander the stone halls with the skeleton cat following me. I end up making my way outside and see a handful of people running a fighting game of sorts in the yard. Suddenly one of the fighters breaks a rule of the game and apologies to the other players. At that moment tendrils of magic burst from me killing the fighter. I panic and look around for a way to escape and then I see a bridge in the distance leading away from this place and these people. I’ve been given a second chance at life I won’t be killed again.

As I run I hear someone shouting out “Nea! Stop! They’ll be okay!” but I don’t know anyone named Nea, I don’t know my name. I keep running through the bramble even as it scratches up my legs. The panic is beginning to set in. What’s my name!? What’s my name!? I remember Hexan whether it was a nickname or my actual name I couldn’t tell and I remember what happened to Angelina vividly but that’s it. Did I have parents??? Maybe… maybe. Wait I’m being chased, but it’s too late the shadow humanoid from earlier has caught up and grabbed me with her shadows so I can’t escape. Behind her are a couple of blue beings, another Khajit, and many undead creatures.

I begin to try and struggle against the shadows willing my magic to fight back, but then I felt the same presents I felt the night I was hung, but this time it was a calming presence letting me know I was safe here. I took deep breaths calming myself and willing my magic not to strike out in fear. Whatever the Shadow humanoid was she could tell when I stopped fighting and released me from her

”It’s okay, breath. I’m Abacus Blue and welcome to The Keep.”

Because of memory loss, I never remember my full name before my death, so I went with the name chosen for me by Abacus Blue. From that day forth I became known as Nea Hexan by the deathrisen of The Lost and by the people of Dur-Demarion. As time passed and I became more comfortable with my new body I learned that due to the trama leading to my death the void transformed my magic changing both my body and how my powers involuntarily respond. Those who break the rules die, luckily the members of The Lost are undead and therefor don’t permanently die, so I don’t feel as bad about my magic killing them.


Copper's Tail

Copper IRL

Gekko was milling around the Keep when he heard a soft meow and the roar of a ferocious beast. Gekko being the protector of tiny small creatures, especially cats, runs off in the direction of the sounds. When he arrives he finds the small kitten battered and broken. In a rage, he slays the evil cat hurting beast and brings the kitten back to the keep.

Gekko had been experimenting with creating hobgoblyn bodies and while he couldn’t put a soul in them he could recreate the body and hope the void took a shinning to the small creature. So Gekko got to work repairing the kitten; adding in copper where bones were broken and shattered beyond repair. As Gekko worked he named the kitten Copper after the material he was using to repair her body.

In another area of The Keep, a Thrall named Nea by Abacus Blue was wondering the castle when they were struck by a flying object as their mind and body became one. As they fell to the ground they released a way of magic bring the kitten Copper to life. Gekko watched and followed Copper as she jumped off the table and ran through the castle towards the unconscious skeleton Khajit.

When Gekko arrived at the scene he found the kitten nuzzled by Nea’s side while Abacus looked over them worried. After inquiring about the state of the Thrall Gekko picked up the unconscious skeleton Khajit and brought them to an empty bedroom, while the kitten Copper pranced behind them happy to have found her Witch.


Nea's Trial of the Mieli for The Lost (Non-combat heralding trial)

On September 5th, 2020 Nea passed their Trial of the Mieli and became an Apprentice of The Lost in one really confusing night and highly suspicious night...


When I was a Thrall of the lost, I was wandering around The Keep while my brain and body were separated. I survive the process and became a full member of The Lost. Below is my non-com trail that represents that journey.


The skills below represent what a good herald needs to possess to be of value to their Realm and The Lost:

1. Herald field battles

2. Check weapons

3. Herald tournaments

4. Direct and communicate efficiently with other heralds.

5. Explain scenarios to the fighters

6. Know the rules of Belegarth

  • know specific rules to the Thrall’s home field as well

7. Effectively communicate rules to the fighters.


The three tasks a Thrall needs to prove proficiency in heralding:

1. Run weapons check

  • A Thrall can either talk to the Head Herald and run the full weapons check at the beginning of the month or run it for an event
  • This task demonstrates skills 2, 4, 6, and 7.

2. Run a tournament

  • A Thrall can either help plan and run a tournament for a practice day or an event.
  • This task demonstrates skills 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7.

3. Run the field

  • A Thrall can either run the practice field for the day or a scenario battle at an event.
  • This task demonstrates skills 1, 3, 5, 6, and 7.



Events Attended

Beltaine 2019, Equinox 2019, Oktoberfest 2019, Orc Wars 2020

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