LaÂ’feya
Basic Information
Gender: Female
Race: elven origin
Age: she guesses herself around 300 minus or plus 50 years
Physical Information
Height: 1,51 m (= 4’11”)
Weight: 32 kg (70,5 lb)
Body build: Petite
Skin: Soft, but very pale, seems to be almost white.
Hair: Long, pale hair
Eyes: matt dark red
Additional Information
Gear: Usually clothed in tight fitting garments as not to hinder her in her movement and in the use of the arcane (if asked she would complain about the low quality and bad fit and that they are not even close to the magnificent but understated elven dress she had when she arrived first in Sigil)
Jewelry: Only little jewelry which is finely wrought but simple.
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The petite female elf wanders the streets of Sigil, moving gracefully and fairly quick although it seems she has no goal. Her gaze drifts slowly over the buildings and the inhabitants but nothing seems to keep her interest for long.
“… Nothing … Nothing familiar at all … I must find a few things …. Remember where I came from, remember what happened …”
She shakes her head disappointed and a sad smile circles her lips.
“… The only familiar thing … The arcane … It seems I remember … If I look at a scroll … Feel the power of twisting the weave …”
La'feya
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*Labella
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LaÂ’feya is travelling through the planes moving in an out using the ethereal plane to be concealed, searching for any familiar sign that might help her mind to remember, when a disturbance comes to her attention. Curiosity draws her in the ethereal plane and a familiar feeling is there for a short moment. She detects the shadow of a powerful being, shattered in the ethereal plan. Slow but automatically she opens her small bag and reaches deep inside of it, searching for a vessel to gather the shadow. Chanting arcane words she forces the shadow in the vessel and seals it carefully. With the vessel she returns to Sigil, searching for a powerful cleric that might be of aid to her idea.
Weeks later LaÂ’feya found what she wanted and for an exchange of a bag from which some blood dripped, the cleric left to prepare a ritual for a true resurrection. A few days later he brings LaÂ’feya into a dark chamber deep below Sigil and starts the ritual using the vessel to define the body of whom he wishes to resurrect. As she leans against the wall watching hypnotized, the shadow assembles back into a body. DraÂ’noth returned.
[I got the hope that Quantemoq will write Dra'noth story sometime too now that I even I got to my writing so I wont spoil anything more here]
Weeks later LaÂ’feya found what she wanted and for an exchange of a bag from which some blood dripped, the cleric left to prepare a ritual for a true resurrection. A few days later he brings LaÂ’feya into a dark chamber deep below Sigil and starts the ritual using the vessel to define the body of whom he wishes to resurrect. As she leans against the wall watching hypnotized, the shadow assembles back into a body. DraÂ’noth returned.
[I got the hope that Quantemoq will write Dra'noth story sometime too now that I even I got to my writing so I wont spoil anything more here]
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A group of fighters is in the ice plane; LaÂ’feya is close, concealed by some magics to provide safety from the eyes of the salamanders and giants around. Always staying in movement as she is freezing to death, but still her face glows and her eyes sparkle as she sees the blood dripping from the swords of the fighters, sees the blood flowing out of the bodies of the giants, just to freeze to a fine red crystalline structure as soon as it touches the ground.
“… An urge … the urge to kill … to gather the blood …”
After some time she leaves the plane of ice, too aware of the cold creeping inside of her body, making it harder to move and even freezing her to the ground for a moment from time to time. Her mind seems to clear up as she sees no more killing.
“… Remember such … not what I hoped but I still feel the urge … less but there … control was gone … nothing … shall gather blood …. see what will happen, see if my memory comes back …”
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A hushed chant of the arcane, a short red flash and a moment after everything is silent again and a man lies unconscious on the ground, his face pale as if he lost a great amount of blood but still breathing.
Few moments later, in a different corridor below sigil a shadow figure stores a vial of blood in a bag.
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AbyssÂ… A group consisting of a few fighters and healers battle their way through the blood war. LaÂ’feya stays close to the group, aiding with a few arcane spells but only rarely taking part in the fighting. Her eyes flicker as the first blood is drawn and her pulse quickens but the prey does not interest her yet. The group gets closer to a cave inhabited by a Balor, a lord of his kind. As they attack it furiously, LaÂ’feya slings a spell from the back, draining blood from the Balor and gathering it in a vial. Quickly she disappears in the shadows, storing the blood in her bag before engaging in the combat again, aiding her group in slaying the Balor.
“… An urge … the urge to kill … to gather the blood …”
After some time she leaves the plane of ice, too aware of the cold creeping inside of her body, making it harder to move and even freezing her to the ground for a moment from time to time. Her mind seems to clear up as she sees no more killing.
“… Remember such … not what I hoped but I still feel the urge … less but there … control was gone … nothing … shall gather blood …. see what will happen, see if my memory comes back …”
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A hushed chant of the arcane, a short red flash and a moment after everything is silent again and a man lies unconscious on the ground, his face pale as if he lost a great amount of blood but still breathing.
Few moments later, in a different corridor below sigil a shadow figure stores a vial of blood in a bag.
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AbyssÂ… A group consisting of a few fighters and healers battle their way through the blood war. LaÂ’feya stays close to the group, aiding with a few arcane spells but only rarely taking part in the fighting. Her eyes flicker as the first blood is drawn and her pulse quickens but the prey does not interest her yet. The group gets closer to a cave inhabited by a Balor, a lord of his kind. As they attack it furiously, LaÂ’feya slings a spell from the back, draining blood from the Balor and gathering it in a vial. Quickly she disappears in the shadows, storing the blood in her bag before engaging in the combat again, aiding her group in slaying the Balor.
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As LaÂ’feya is approached by Ceszar, a faint amused smile crosses her face. She noticed him before, power hungry as he wasÂ… An invite to a lazy stroll to discuss something privateÂ… It only could mean some means of using the dark art. As Nawen approaches them, LaÂ’feyaÂ’s eyes narrow for a moment, it seems she dislikes the extra company.
Slowely the three make the way to the Grey Waste, into some cave further deep into the plane. There Ceszar explains what he really wantsÂ… "ImmortalityÂ… such fools those humans areÂ…"a faint smile circles her lips, her eyes emotionless "As if he understands what it meansÂ… not even close he does" As Ceszar explains his wish to have his soul splitted into several fragments, Nawen interrupts him. She seems surprised, trying to convince Ceszar not to do such. "Foolish those are" her eyes narrow slightly then LaÂ’feya turns to Ceszar, asking him if he really wishes to discuss such with another one, Nawen, listening. He answers, he trusts her but not La'feya. Trusts her to defend him in case LaÂ’feya would be a fiend. LaÂ’feyaÂ’s eyes narrow again, a faint cold laughter filling the air "TrustÂ… How cuteÂ… Trust he must meÂ…"
Ceszar asks LaÂ’feya to name her price, a price for what she will do such a dark ritual. She asks for a favor, a favor that might be anything and will have to be granted. LaÂ’feyaÂ’s eyes darken with hunger for a moment, a smile on her lips. "CeszarÂ… too afraid to die of his enemiesÂ… he prefers his lifer over his soul after allÂ…" LaÂ’feya asks for time to prepare the ritual, slowely looking in a tiny bag for a fitting, clear and powerful gem. "I will make four fragmentsÂ… Three to give him, one to keep for myselfÂ…" an amused smile crosses her face "As if he would understand the ritual, understand what is needed and what I do for my own hunger, to satisfy my needsÂ… And how cute those two are, a dark elf and a human trusting each otherÂ… TrustÂ…"
She shakes her head slightly and continues preparing for the ritual. LaÂ’feya orders Nawen to stand back or leave as not to disturb the dark ritual. Then she tells Ceszar to stand motionless, nevertheless what might happen if he does not wish to risk his immortalityÂ… "ImmortalityÂ… He thinks it isÂ… like most do but in the end it is all a question of having those fragments..."
LaÂ’feya starts to chant, the air around her turns into a dark mist, then suddenly a short red flash hits Ceszar and blood seems to flow out of him into a small crystal vial she holds. After a mere moment it stops again, she closes the vial and puts it in her belt taking the gem out, her eyes darkened with hunger. She continues her chant, the air filling with more dark mist until La'feya is barely visible. The gem is held high in her hand, her voice turning into a hissing, rasping voice, the usual melody of her elven voice completely gone. Another flash hits Ceszar, at the same time the gem breaks in her fist and she takes the fragments close to her body so they cannot be seen by Nawen. Ceszar screams and drops on the ground, lifeless. Nawen jumps from her place behind the rocks, with a mere hiss LaÂ’feya turns and overpowers Nawen with a spell, holding her to the ground. She turns back to Ceszar who slowely regains some life in his body, seizures running through him. LaÂ’feya kneels down beside him, touching his forehead chanting in her usual elven melody again. Suddenly Ceszar jumps up, his eyes are wide and he seems confused, drawing his weapons. LaÂ’feya hisses, telling Ceszar to calm down but he seems not to listen and swings with his weapon in the direction where she just disappeared. La'feya slings another spell twisting the dark weave, this time it hits Ceszar, holding him in place. She tells him to calm down. Slowely she holds three fragments up telling Ceszar that those are everything his life is worth and remembering him, that he owes her a favor. Then she lets the fragments drop into his hand.
"Ah, if he would knowÂ… One fragment he will never getÂ… The fourth fragment is mine..." Her eyes are cold and a smile circles her lips. While Ceszar and Nawen seem to be glad to have each other, LaÂ’feya takes the vial with CeszarÂ’s blood from her belt and stores in a bag with other vials. Moments later she fades away, as if drawn by the shadows into themselves.
Slowely the three make the way to the Grey Waste, into some cave further deep into the plane. There Ceszar explains what he really wantsÂ… "ImmortalityÂ… such fools those humans areÂ…"a faint smile circles her lips, her eyes emotionless "As if he understands what it meansÂ… not even close he does" As Ceszar explains his wish to have his soul splitted into several fragments, Nawen interrupts him. She seems surprised, trying to convince Ceszar not to do such. "Foolish those are" her eyes narrow slightly then LaÂ’feya turns to Ceszar, asking him if he really wishes to discuss such with another one, Nawen, listening. He answers, he trusts her but not La'feya. Trusts her to defend him in case LaÂ’feya would be a fiend. LaÂ’feyaÂ’s eyes narrow again, a faint cold laughter filling the air "TrustÂ… How cuteÂ… Trust he must meÂ…"
Ceszar asks LaÂ’feya to name her price, a price for what she will do such a dark ritual. She asks for a favor, a favor that might be anything and will have to be granted. LaÂ’feyaÂ’s eyes darken with hunger for a moment, a smile on her lips. "CeszarÂ… too afraid to die of his enemiesÂ… he prefers his lifer over his soul after allÂ…" LaÂ’feya asks for time to prepare the ritual, slowely looking in a tiny bag for a fitting, clear and powerful gem. "I will make four fragmentsÂ… Three to give him, one to keep for myselfÂ…" an amused smile crosses her face "As if he would understand the ritual, understand what is needed and what I do for my own hunger, to satisfy my needsÂ… And how cute those two are, a dark elf and a human trusting each otherÂ… TrustÂ…"
She shakes her head slightly and continues preparing for the ritual. LaÂ’feya orders Nawen to stand back or leave as not to disturb the dark ritual. Then she tells Ceszar to stand motionless, nevertheless what might happen if he does not wish to risk his immortalityÂ… "ImmortalityÂ… He thinks it isÂ… like most do but in the end it is all a question of having those fragments..."
LaÂ’feya starts to chant, the air around her turns into a dark mist, then suddenly a short red flash hits Ceszar and blood seems to flow out of him into a small crystal vial she holds. After a mere moment it stops again, she closes the vial and puts it in her belt taking the gem out, her eyes darkened with hunger. She continues her chant, the air filling with more dark mist until La'feya is barely visible. The gem is held high in her hand, her voice turning into a hissing, rasping voice, the usual melody of her elven voice completely gone. Another flash hits Ceszar, at the same time the gem breaks in her fist and she takes the fragments close to her body so they cannot be seen by Nawen. Ceszar screams and drops on the ground, lifeless. Nawen jumps from her place behind the rocks, with a mere hiss LaÂ’feya turns and overpowers Nawen with a spell, holding her to the ground. She turns back to Ceszar who slowely regains some life in his body, seizures running through him. LaÂ’feya kneels down beside him, touching his forehead chanting in her usual elven melody again. Suddenly Ceszar jumps up, his eyes are wide and he seems confused, drawing his weapons. LaÂ’feya hisses, telling Ceszar to calm down but he seems not to listen and swings with his weapon in the direction where she just disappeared. La'feya slings another spell twisting the dark weave, this time it hits Ceszar, holding him in place. She tells him to calm down. Slowely she holds three fragments up telling Ceszar that those are everything his life is worth and remembering him, that he owes her a favor. Then she lets the fragments drop into his hand.
"Ah, if he would knowÂ… One fragment he will never getÂ… The fourth fragment is mine..." Her eyes are cold and a smile circles her lips. While Ceszar and Nawen seem to be glad to have each other, LaÂ’feya takes the vial with CeszarÂ’s blood from her belt and stores in a bag with other vials. Moments later she fades away, as if drawn by the shadows into themselves.
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La’feya travels the grey waste, looking for lost travelers, her favorite prey. As one dares to come deeper into the plane alone, La’feya follows him slowely in the shadows. “Finally… a foolish one… all alone he is…” Her eyes darken with the desire to drain his blood and fill a vial for her collection. As soon as they enter a cave she quietly chants a few arcane words, a red flash hits the surprised traveler and his blood flows out of his body into a vial she holds in her hand. As the blood flow stops La’feya slings another spell, letting the traveler crumble into dust.
Seconds later, Indorill appears in the cave, drawing an extraordinarily long, curved sword with a bright glow around the blade. In lightening speed, he attacks with a deadly strike, aiming for La’feya’s heart. The moment the sword should have hit, La’feya vanishes into a dark mist. “NO! Find me… How…” A few meters further, La’feya reappears and slings a spell to hold Indorill to the ground. Indorill’s shield flashes up in a radiating light as the spell is deflected by it. A hissing sound comes from La’feya’s place as she sees the spell fail. The same moment Indorill attacks her again, his sword hitting the magical shield of La’feya, shattering it to a thousand pieces of magical dust. “My protections… His strength… Deflected the magic so easily… I must… I must gather all I can…”
La’feya wails and vanishes again in the mist, chanting and drawing the mist closer and closer around her. A howling bolt of raw energy flashes through the cave, hitting Indorill at the middle of his chest. Stumbling backward, his shield and sword fall to the ground, leaving him without protection. Another flash is launched at Indorill, throwing him against the wall unconscious. Furious La’feya steps close to him, a thorn made of darkness extends from her hand. She slowly drives it into Indorill’s heart, blood flowing along the thorn into La’feya’s arm. Suddenly she cries out, her eyes widen with horror and she draws herself back from Indorill quickly, vanishing into dark mist. “His blood… poison… exhausted… flee…”
Seconds later, Indorill appears in the cave, drawing an extraordinarily long, curved sword with a bright glow around the blade. In lightening speed, he attacks with a deadly strike, aiming for La’feya’s heart. The moment the sword should have hit, La’feya vanishes into a dark mist. “NO! Find me… How…” A few meters further, La’feya reappears and slings a spell to hold Indorill to the ground. Indorill’s shield flashes up in a radiating light as the spell is deflected by it. A hissing sound comes from La’feya’s place as she sees the spell fail. The same moment Indorill attacks her again, his sword hitting the magical shield of La’feya, shattering it to a thousand pieces of magical dust. “My protections… His strength… Deflected the magic so easily… I must… I must gather all I can…”
La’feya wails and vanishes again in the mist, chanting and drawing the mist closer and closer around her. A howling bolt of raw energy flashes through the cave, hitting Indorill at the middle of his chest. Stumbling backward, his shield and sword fall to the ground, leaving him without protection. Another flash is launched at Indorill, throwing him against the wall unconscious. Furious La’feya steps close to him, a thorn made of darkness extends from her hand. She slowly drives it into Indorill’s heart, blood flowing along the thorn into La’feya’s arm. Suddenly she cries out, her eyes widen with horror and she draws herself back from Indorill quickly, vanishing into dark mist. “His blood… poison… exhausted… flee…”