Fugue (Victoria/PM for Entry)
Aug 20, 2017 14:04:16 GMT -6
Post by Lydia on Aug 20, 2017 14:04:16 GMT -6
Etruria was a land that was both intriguing and dangerous, in Lydia's mind. Her knowledge of the magic of the "Saint" Elimine was limited at best, and she wasn't sure that she wanted to really delve more deeply into it. She preferred the more tangible concepts of the Nether. You gave, and it gave in return. You took its power, and it took your essence as payment. Yes, the Nether magic was completely logical. Etruria possessed knowledge of magic, of its fundamentals and the techniques to cultivate it, but there were few that openly would acknowledge the 'dark' magic or associate with its practitioners.
So she had come to Etruria, to learn from all those she could glean information from, and to watch the advanced users of magic display their skill. She was traveling, trying to learn, trying to deepen her bond with the dark energy that sustained her. She had the Nether, and it was the truest friend she could imagine, the most understanding and compassionate associate. It was a companion, one who buttressed her and helped her to see the world. In truth, she was quite dependent on the darkness, as from it she found strength, solace, and stability.
She thought through her knowledge in her mind. Mire. Luna. Ruin. Fenrir. Eclipse. And, of course, Nosferatu. The magic of darkness. The power of the Nether. She would master the Nether, and the Nether would master her. As one, no longer master and servant, but equals, sharing two worlds apart. She would bring forth the might of the black Void upon Elibe, and the Void would see the world through a life. A fair trade, to be sure.
For now, she walked down the road, cloak wrapped tightly around her. She had a long way to go, physically and mentally, but she would soon see the start of the fruition of her dreams. She just had to keep working at it. She had to continue her training. She had to become stronger.
A thought struck her, and she smiled, laughing to herself quietly. Anyone who came along this path would see her as a young woman, barely more than a girl, traveling alone on a winding path through Etruria. But within, she housed a great darkness, a fatal danger, a demon, really, of sorts. She was a nightmare, in the guise of Lydia.
So she had come to Etruria, to learn from all those she could glean information from, and to watch the advanced users of magic display their skill. She was traveling, trying to learn, trying to deepen her bond with the dark energy that sustained her. She had the Nether, and it was the truest friend she could imagine, the most understanding and compassionate associate. It was a companion, one who buttressed her and helped her to see the world. In truth, she was quite dependent on the darkness, as from it she found strength, solace, and stability.
She thought through her knowledge in her mind. Mire. Luna. Ruin. Fenrir. Eclipse. And, of course, Nosferatu. The magic of darkness. The power of the Nether. She would master the Nether, and the Nether would master her. As one, no longer master and servant, but equals, sharing two worlds apart. She would bring forth the might of the black Void upon Elibe, and the Void would see the world through a life. A fair trade, to be sure.
For now, she walked down the road, cloak wrapped tightly around her. She had a long way to go, physically and mentally, but she would soon see the start of the fruition of her dreams. She just had to keep working at it. She had to continue her training. She had to become stronger.
A thought struck her, and she smiled, laughing to herself quietly. Anyone who came along this path would see her as a young woman, barely more than a girl, traveling alone on a winding path through Etruria. But within, she housed a great darkness, a fatal danger, a demon, really, of sorts. She was a nightmare, in the guise of Lydia.