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kyndelymage · 6 years

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A Violent Restitution (pt1)

A quick piece of writing I made up while it was in my head.

Kyndely slowly patted down her robes, smoothing out the wrinkles that had bunched up around her hips from her belt. There was a loud knock on the door and the blonde quickly spoke up; “Who is it?” she called. A deep, baritone voice rang out, rich with with the drawl of a sailor.

“It’s Marius. Lady Poenari, are ye ready to meet with your father? I hate to press the matter but ye know how yer father can be.”

“Yes... I know, Marius. It’s okay. I’m ready now...” Kyndely quipped in return. She glanced to her full body mirror, looking up at the deep sea-green robes shore wore. A large silver-threaded anchor stitched down the front hem of her dress, with stylized waves moving up her body on the sides that served as extra padding. The sleeves were long, and drooped down from her wrists, giving her a rather wizardly appeal. Different from the Tidesages but still similar in aesthetic. Kyndely quickly plopped a tricorne onto her head, a large blue feather sticking out the left fold. She gripped her wand, a large purple crystal bound in cedar wood that was carved into a tentacle.

“Let’s go, Rathune, we have work to do.” she called to her familiar. The feline aberration yawned, and stretched it’s back. The ghostly looking cat-like specter leaping onto her shoulder, weightless as per usual. Satisfied, Kyndely opened the door to her room, and quickly had her vision filled with the burly sight of Marius Weston.

Marius was a large lad - certainly the go to image of what every strapping Kul Tiran male should appear as. Nearly seven feet tall, with shoulders broader than a tauren and a certain meaty-ness that rivals orcs. His hair was jet black, and tied back into a proper ‘rogue’s knot’, with groomed facial hair. A heavy set of mutton chops with a bushy mustache, leaving his angular chin shaved. The man wore full plate armor, typical of the soldiery seen among the more elite forces around Kul Tiras with a blue coloring to the trimming of his armor, signaling his allegiance to Stormsong. His tabard was that of house Poenari, however. A similar blue color to House Stormsong with the actual eye displaced to the left, and a large owl clutching an anchor emblazoned on the front. House Poenari was subservient to the ruling house of Stormsong, and so most nobility under the enigmatic house bore the same eye on most of their heraldry. He held in his right hand a large polearm, with a Poenari pennant hanging languidly down the back of the axehead. He lifted a brow as he stared down at the comparatively tiny girl, and then offered a large smile. He turned and looked to his left, waiting for Kyndely to take the initiative. A gentleman at heart no doubt.

It was later that to two made it down to a large chamber in the Citadel to which they lived, where the two found themselves entering a heated debated. Marius being the dedicated soldier immediately stole his expressions and turned rather stone-faced. Kyndely, was unable to mask her emotions and quickly frowned. There were two men standing in front of a blazing hearth, a large octopus sprawling out of the stonework, it’s tentacles twisting downwards as if to swallow the fire whole. On the left was a man who stood around six feet in height, and wore a heavy leather duster that most Kul Tiran people of importance of wore. It was blue, but weather with age. Black trimmings over the straps, and the metal edges were also black; shaped in tentacles or waves. A heavy anchor piece on his back, his tricorne was similarly colored, with a few large blue feathers sticking out the left curl for plumage. Over his hip, but under the jacket was his cutlass, the blade hidden in a scabbard. The pommel was golden, and jewled with several amethysts that glinted in the dim lighting. His stature was proud, and his posture was nothing short of perfect. His face was bearded, the facial hair jutted down his face and pointed at the tip, with a slight outward curl like some ancient Djinn. His eyes were steel-blue, and his hair blonde as gold. This was none other than Kyndely’s father; Gothric Poenari. The man had a look of disdain, his white teeth gritting and his face pulled into a snarl.

The man Gothric’s ire was directed towards was an elderly man, who wore the heavy garb of the Tidesages from Kul Tiras. Blue, with heavy pauldrons and a large hat that would otherwise make him appear like a high ranking deacon. The man was also bearded, but the beard was much more wild, and longer than Gothrics. His eyes were hidden from sight, the hood he wore obscuring his upper visage. “Don’t think of this as me simply recruiting your daughter to be tossed away in a battle, Lord Gothric. But it’s what Lord Stormsong has asked of his subjects - that all able bodied magi be sent to Baradin Hold immediately. Unfortunately, your daughter is not exempt from this decree.” he stated in a cold, emotionless voice.

Gothric glared, and rolled his jaw. “You don’t understand. I need her with me on my ship to head further westward. This voyage has been planned for months and I cannot afford to have my daughter sent off suddenly for some prison break. It’s not my fault the wardens are incompetent. It will ruin everything.” he hissed. The tidesage sighed, and shook his head. He looked over his shoulder and noticed to the darkened forms of Kyndely and Marius. He looked back at Gothric.

“Your voyage will have to wait. Recruit another wizard not bound by the lands’ laws. I highly doubt you’re going to break the law here, Lord Gothric.”

Kyndely approached, ahead of Marius. The larger male seemed hesitant, but he followed after the woman he was sworn to protect. Gothric Poenari was about to speak up before he saw Kyndely approach. He deflated immediately, and ran a gloved hand over his brow. “Daughter of mine.” he says dryly.

“Father.” replied Kyndely, pushing up her glasses. There was a brief, awkward silence before the elderly sage spoke up.

“As you may have known, there has been a breakout at Baradin Hold. The situation requires those with... arcane aptitude to come and deal with it. This has been declared by your patron house, and signed off by the Admiralty itself. Will adhere to this call of duty, where you father refuses?” Gothric seethed, his eyes glaring into the back of the sage’s hood. Kyndely looked at her father for a long moment but nodded.

“I will... I can’t ignore what is asked of me.” she says sheepishly.

“Good. We will leave today. Boralus awaits and we have a ship waiting for you.” The sage looked back at Gothric, who looked ready to draw his sword. “We will take care of your daughter, Viscount Poenari.”

“It’ll be okay, Father. I’m sure it’s not as bad as it seems and they are just overreacting. I’ll be back before you know it.” she offered a small, weak, smile to the man. Gothric grunt. He lowered a hand down to his sword, fingers drumming the pommel.

“If I find out she’s been harmed, Tidesage, you will wish you never stepped foot in my home.” he hissed. The man quickly turned away, staring into the fires. “Marius, I need not tell you anything. Make sure she’s fine.” he says. Marius quickly nodded his head, offering a slight and awkward bow.

“Aye mi’lord.”

“Good, well, I trust you have your things?” asked the Tidesage, as he slowly began to walk away from her father, and towards the chamber door. Marius began to follow as well. Kyndely paused, looking over her shoulder to stare at her father before biting her lip and nodding. “Ah.. y-yes I have it all...” she quickly scampered off to follow them.

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kyndelymage · 6 years

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The First Familiar

A short stint on Kyndely’s first pride and achievement.

The room was cold, dark. It was musty with the smell of old books and wood, with only a few braziers to keep the place semi-lit for those who didn’t see in the dark. A bright pair of prismatic eyes, purple and silver in color, stared down onto a large pentagram on the ground. This large symbol was no bigger than the average humans tower shield, and was created by the use of a purple chalk-stone. Various runes were crudely drawn onto the smooth stone flooring, the color giving some contrast to the murky chamber. A blonde girl sucked in a sharp breath, her chest welling up with air. An exhale. The breath visibly seen with how low the temperature was. Ostensibly, she was alone. No set of eyes looking from afar, through magical or physical means. A quiet blanketed the chamber. Only the heartbeat and breathing of this blonde girl would disrupt this apparent serenity.

To the left of this girl was a large tome. Certainly too large to be considered congenial for the young woman. She was secretly glad it was on the ground and not hanging in her strained arms.

“With this last bind, I create the anchor for which I shall delve into the Arcane.” She drew a symbol near the base of this large pentagram, swirling in shaping.

“And with this anchor in place, I shall place the stone, that shall feed the circles of magic.” Her hand moved back to set the chalk-stone down, and grasped a large purple gem. She brought it forth and set it delicately on top of the anchor she just made. Her eyes closed, and the glow of those prismatic orbs were snuffed out.

Her mind was a mess, and to those who could somehow comprehend this mess, it was only Kyndely who had a controlled grasp on what was happening mentally. Her eyes snapped open and the glow of those prismatic hues began to spark with power. This surge cause her to mouth out words from some foeign tongue, and her hands drew up to hover above this crystal. She fed her power into it, and the gem itself began to resonate with this arcane might. It glowed, brighter, and brighter. Like a light that suddenly filled the chamber, the braziers were snuffed out. Brighter yet, this stone glowed. And Kyndely was astonished to see her work happening before her.

“From the ancient Ley-lines of Azeroth, I summon forth a being to be made manifest, bound to me by soul and mind - I shall feed it my intellect, and sustain it with my mana.” she recited without hesitation. With forces unknown, the drawn image on the ground ahead of her began to glow with the same consistency as her stone. A mass of white-purple-blue energy began to form in the air above this summoning circle, and it grew in size over the seconds. This amorphous blob began to take a shape, with arms and legs forming, feet and hands. A tail, a head. More and more this thing began to take the shape of a living creature.

Kyndely widened her eyes, staring up in awe at her creation. Her spell must finish though, and she couldn’t mess it up now.

“With this anchor I have made, I fully seize this entity, binding it to the material realm. I ask of it, what is your masters name?”

The form was feline in shape. This, magical cat plopped down onto the rune. The magical lights began to fade, and so did Kyndely’s power. Soon there was nothing but darkness, save the illuminating light this creature gave from its magical form. “Kyndely Poenari is the name of my master. I, Rathune, have been delivered to you.” spoke the magical-cat. Kyndely smiled, brightly. Her lips splitting her countenance into that of pure joy. her heart thumped in her chest, and for the first time, Kyndely felt what it was like to be truly proud of herself.

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