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F!PC - Heretic - 1/2
Date: 2014-05-06 12:43 am (UTC)An adventurer by nature, at least in her earlier years, Alvena had set out at a young age to explore the world and all it had to offer: she'd visited every province, met every race, and had seen the legendary Tiber Septim himself back at the end of the second era.
And she worshipped him fervently.
This was kept secret from others of her race, of course; she would be an outcast at best if they ever found out.
But there was still an Amulet of Talos tucked into the stuffing of her mattress. And she didn't regret it, not really.
Not until she had a reason to.
Alvena found herself at the local Mages' Guild, one of the most prominent members and rising rapidly through the ranks. Some called her a prodigy, others a genius, others still insisted that she was one of the most brilliant Mages that Alinor had seen in a while.
That, of course, led to bitterness all around, from both peers and teachers, and a sort of pungent loneliness. At the end of the day, others strove to be part of her fame or better than she was, and it made for a solitary existence.
But then she met him.
Eledor; an Altmer with hair the color of chocolate, impeccable manners, and a bright smile. A man who asked her questions about herself, who seemed more interested in her than in her fame - a more than welcome change.
He was slated to become a Justiciar, but Alvena couldn't really bring herself to care that he would be gone soon to another occupied province. Instead, they made the most of the time that they had, indulging in even those pleasures of the flesh she considered herself above.
He became her most trusted confidante, the one whom she could tell anything.
What a joke.
Eledor, upon being told of her allegiance to Talos, disappeared. Not for long, of course - perhaps an hour passed before he returned with a contingent of Justiciars bent on her submission to their demands.
The amulet kept in her mattress was used as evidence and she was sentenced to the harshest sentence allowed for Altmer.
The Thalmor soldiers dragged Alvena in front of a jury whose only option was to declare her guilty and sentence her to the rarest punishment on Alinor as the man she thought she loved left the room. Weakling.
The crowd that had gathered was immense - everyone wished to know the fate of the prodigy, the one who was supposed to have such a bright future as a teacher or a Mage.
Her punishment was to have a blade driven through both of her palms, the center of her magicka, and exile. It was the worst sentence permitted to Altmer - the lesser races were worthy of torture and execution, but as Altmer, they were supposed to be better, above killing themselves.
The pain that accompanied the blade in her hand was brutal, and the elf wasn't given any form of relief. Despite the lack of torture and death in her sentence, the piercing of her palms was in no way kind - she would be unable to cast a spell until her hands healed fully, a long and arduous process, and they would always burn when she spell-cast.
Exile - now that was easier. Many might consider that to be worse - being cast out to live with lesser beings? Horrendous - but for one who relied as heavily on spells and magicka as she did, exile was child's play in comparison.