RP:The Betrayed

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This is a Mage's Guild RP.


The following events take place after the Commencement Ceremony.


Having slipped out of the ceremony before the end of the announcements, Karasu stood in silence, allowing her eyes to adjust to the darkness. Things had not been nearly close to the same since what transpired in Trist’oth. There was something missing in the sequence of events that she was unsure of. Her father was the Provost, how could he stand around so boldly and declare her in perfect health when she had stabbed someone so close to her? No, something was wrong. As a roar of laughter erupts through the doors behind her, she removes the gaudy heels beneath her gown and sets them down behind a pedestal that props up an old artifact recently brought in from some adventurer’s travels. A year ago, the felyne would have taken every step to make sure every detail of the relic was burned into her memory in a quest to become a Mage’s Guild member worthy of taking her father’s place. Now, it was a convenient rock to store things in.

Karasu traversed the corridors in silence before pushing open the doors to Provost Tsuji’s chambers. Without her father in it, the moonlight cast through the windows gave the empty office a malevolent atmosphere that made her hands turn cold. “There’s nothing here.” She said aloud to no one in particular. She gave a huff and turned on her heel, closing the double doors and pushing the plush loveseat used for visitors in front of it. As a child, the halfling had always been reprimanded harshly for opening the drawers on her father’s desk, or rifling through the bookshelves. “You have more than enough to look at in the library.” He’d say in an uncharacteristically cold tone before throwing her out of the office. The same tone he used when he bandaged her latest wounds and asked her why she felt regret for slaughtering civilians in an unconscious state.

Her palms began to sweat as she reached for the polished handles of his desk drawers. Sure enough, a bolt of electricity shocked her as soon as she made contact. Logically, the safety spell made sense; answer sheets for tests administered to students would be on lockdown. She moved from handle to handle, her skin turning red from each shock. Surely, there wouldn’t be something worth hiding in every single drawer, though. Karasu’s pounding heart sounded like it could be heard from the transformed ballroom downstairs, and it flooded her ears as she hiked up the skirt of her gown and removed the broken sword hilt strapped to her thigh. Tentatively, she touched the metal left on the katana to the drawer and got no reaction. Using it as a makeshift crowbar, she used it to pry open the contents of the left-hand document drawer.

At the very top was a portrait of… who was this? The facial features were eerily similar to that of Karasu, but the eyes were bright blue, and much softer. She looked like a… thicker human version. Karasu flipped the portrait over in her hands and curiously set it aside, pulling out file after file of reports, letters, more portraits of the stranger at different ages.

It was through this invasion that Karasu learned of her half-sister Kanna, and of how her esteemed father kept meticulous records of her movements through various Mage Guild associates, not for the girl’s sake, but to ensure the two sisters never met, and to ensure the item Kanna carried never left her hands, or fell into the wrong hands if and when she died.

Karasu felt nauseous as she read the reports and the cold methodical detail as her father reported instructions to have Kanna attacked from what she believed were strangers at various stages of her life after the murder of her guardians to see how she would react, and if she should perish, to retrieve the instrument she carried, as it was soul-bound to her person. In one file folder was a rejected request from the Rynvalian desert traders to abduct the girl and bring her to the Mage’s Tower in secret.


Report 78

I am surprised after the worst of my experiments to find that she has come into contact with a dryad of the Rynvalian forests, and somehow absorbed power from it. My hands-off method has proven to be ineffective until now, and I fear the girl has grown far too dangerous to leave for mere associates. My only recourse to obtain the soul-bound from her is to have someone of her blood take her life while her guard is down. Her desperation for contact and affection will make her extremely susceptible to imprint onto a person she perceives to be a blood relative. Given the promise Karasu has shown in her classes despite her affliction, I believe she would make a wonderful candidate. The only drawback is her inability to shift forms as seen in full-blooded felynes. From reports gathered on other half-human hybrids, transformation abilities should have been achieved two years prior. If she is unable to shift into a fully human form, chances of imprinting are reduced by 18% by my estimates. Once the lich is able to possess her fully, she will be used, possibly to exterminate the other regardless of whether she can gain Kanna’s trust. Should Karasu prove useless for this task, I will be forced to drain Kanna’s blood myself. My human remnant still feels revulsion as I write this. These feelings I hope will pass within another few years.

It was here Karasu had to pause to retch over the window.

This had to be a prank. This was just here to upset her if she dared defy his orders, right?

Karasu wiped her mouth with the hem of her dress, unfazed by the unsightly act that she would have been so self-conscious over committing just weeks before. Slowly, she lowered herself back to the floor and jammed the broken sword into the set of drawers opposite.

Flasks of blood of varying species lined the inside, a cooling spell set intact from a rune placed in the center to prevent congealing. These were for consumption. Realization struck the felyne in the stomach worse than any punch she had ever received. It was not the fact that her father was a vampire that hurt her, it was that he had hidden his relative immortality from her, pushing her to train to be a spellblade worth succeeding him when he had no intention of allowing her to advance past him. He had trained her to be a weapon to strike down an innocent human, a human she was related to!

Another drawer was torn open before she even took notice of it. In it were detailed instructions of how to kill the people she had become close to should they become hindrances. Laharl was to be drowned in molten silver. Tezzavalia and Berrentam would be shipped to Vailkrin for experimentation. Quintessa would be exterminated should she… Karasu held the document up to the moonlight. “Should Quintessa betray me.” She was in on this? Was the basis of their friendship a lie? How many of the Guild Members were in on this?

The Provost did not stop in his limiting human-disguised form to check into his office once the festivities ended. His footfalls walked right past where Karasu sat in a catatonic state.

She could not trust anyone. Her eyes turned up to the portrait of her family that hung like a mocking reminder of what she once believed in. Karasu could not stomach the sight of the room, nor any other room within so much as a month’s walk of the place. One by one, she slipped the documents back into place and pushed the drawers shut. The Arcane Stewardess would be damned if her father got his hands on any of her friends because of her own naivety. A pad of paper from his supply cubicle was confiscated, with which she wrote a single note.

Don’t look for me.

Without so much as a word to the people she loved or once trusted, she packed a single bag and fled into the darkness of the night.