Wrekazi

WREKAZI TRISKI

BORN: 31/12 999 in Quigly

RACE: Findograa

REALM: Channeling

AURA: Yellow

HEIGHT: 177 cm

TITLE(S)

Elder of The Fylgia Lot

Even it being a remote farmstead the midwife held the newborn high towards the Moon, looking into the skies her eyes rolled up and with but the white she seemingly stared into the Astral as colours flickered  and shone back. And, with a vibrating deep voice she uttered, “This is the millenniums last child, born here at Vrekabo. A child destined to live one at its full run!”. Then she sank dead to the floor and it seemed like the child consumed her Spirit as it released itself.

Her mother an ancient Shaman smiled and took her husbands hand, “take the child to me my dear”. As he lifted the child up, he felt it like it became heavier by the step, and when he handed it to its mother he noticed his hands. Then felt his face and looked into a mirror, and discovered that he seemingly had aged several decades since taking hold of the child. He turned to his wife to warn her and noticed how old she had become, yet she breasted the child and with a loving smile at him, crumbled to dust.

Several weeks later a goat herder came by, asking for water. He found none of the usual residents there, but a baby and several piles of clothes around the farmstead. Feeling sorry for the child, he used goat milk to keep it fed and as weeks passed he grew fond of the place. After a couple of weeks his son came by looking for his father and was surprised to find him considerably older and nursing a young girl. His father told him of the weird child, and how it had grown in the last few weeks. And he gave his son, what he believed was its parents diaries, and died. As the son couldn’t read either, he placed them back at the table and took the child with him to their village.

None ever came near Vrekabo again, until I 173 years later entered the half collapsed ruin and recovered the diaries.

Skjald Ulrich

 

It’s unclear if it was Wrekazi, Vrekabo or something different back then, which caused the ageing and deaths of so many. But it stopped and even though she told me shes been back it didn’t take place again. I assume she actually brought someone along, but never asked.

The small village of Akmutal at the east side of Mt. Mazari was a thriving trade center as they had one of the purest Serandite mines in all the isles. Thus, being rather small population wise it had quite a number of wealthy collectors and alternative enthusiasts. So, despite being a foster child of a Herder. Wrekazi had access to Shaman and literature both, and she preferred those than playing with other children.

As years passed it was clear that she was gifted with shamanistic ways and she claimed she could communicate with Fylgia. Which, combined with the old rumor about her life consuming, made other children and adults shun her. As I experienced, it actually fitted her perfectly, because she then could study and practice in peace. I still remember coming to Akmutal for the first time and hearing about her. Visiting the herdsman’s son, her foster father, in 1129 at the brink of his life. He told me about her, how he found her, his fathers words and mentioned the diary. A think he for so long had forgotten, but as he never learned to read he never gave it a thought. The next day he closed his eyes for the last time and I praised myself lucky that I managed to come across this remarkable story previously undiscovered. I visited her shortly and it was her that told me about The Bay of Braburg, far more interesting than building with Serandite

Skjald Sejrik

 

When I heard Sejrik mention Wrekazi and her odd story the first time, at The Barfing Seal in 1172. I asked why he hadn’t shared it yet. He told me that he would confirm it at some point by going back to Vrekabo or maybe he would let some Skjald do that. Sort of odd to think that a hundred years passed and then he became a Skjald himself.

Anyways, I must watch not chit chatting like that Yell'A'Beard and stick to Wrekazi’s story. Immediately I postponed plans to go to Thornix and instead headed for Quigly up the island of Utari. Within a few weeks I was at the docks of Port Lensil and from there travelled across Yill Scrub-lands and up through the rough lands to Akmutal. There, outside the village, at the end of Cûrrme Crevasse laid Zi Grove, and the treehouse of Wrekazi.

It was an interesting meeting, in which I asked her about the weird tickling sensation I felt. Was it confirmation of her proclaimed lethal ability, or something else. She laughed wholehearted and told me about Earthnodes, a thing I had no previous knowledge of. She said that she believed living in these locations kept her curse at bay. When I inquired into the, ‘these locations’, she grinned and confirmed that they where spread out across the isles. Each and every one believed to be sacred sites leading into the Spiritual World. This made me actually forget about the diary in Vrekabo, but maybe it was the Skjalds luck.

Skjald Valgrif

 

Staying at Ashenhall in 1173 Valgrif came as well as he had to discuss something about Earthnodes with Zisu. The topic was at that time still a bit vague among many of the Skjalds. So I left to meet that Wrekazi and handed the interesting young Vinotis to the hospitality of Zisu and Valgrif.

Oddly enough I met her in Port Lomovil in Lom's Fjord at the south-most shore of Scia. As we laid there for the day to trade and get fresh provisions I saw someone walking from another ship, with a shoulder carriage and an odd staff similar to the description Sejrik had given Valgrif. So, I chanced my luck and yelled a, Wrekazi…” at the person. Who merely turned and smiled as if she had anticipated the boldness.

I waved at her, quickly grabbed my things and parted with captain. Facing her at the pier it struck me how beautiful she looked, her being another human albeit 130 years older than me, left no trace at all. Maybe there was something about her ability or curse. Anyways, I presented myself as a friend of Valgrif and acquainted with Sejrik meeting her, and that I as a Skjald was interested in Earthnodes. Especially as I had encountered some old rite and temple sites in my time, that might have been such Earthnodes.

Wrekazi told me of the ones she knew and I told her of those I knew. During the session I noticed her raising an eyebrow when I described The Grey Crevasse. At that time I had no idea that it would become her favorite place of residence, nor its potential for what Magic users call Carcass Refill.

Skjald Ulrich

 

As they sat munching bread… and poking stew… a very foolish crew… with ears too big… and oh so spiked a stick… tried their best… to rid the guest… when leaving stay… they started a fray… and Kaziwren faces grabbed… and their souls she trapped… so horrified the Skjald… such gentle a smile…

Skjald Kazumix

 

I’ve heard that after the brawl in Port Lomovil Wrekazi went directly for The Grey Crevasse and Ulrich directly for Vrekabo. There he recovered the farmstead owners diary, and also had visions in his dreams as he stayed there overnight. And in these he saw Kaziwren’s birth and early weeks, in which did in fact consume Spirits of the living and loose Fylgia curious about the urge they felt to investigate her. He told me some had entered her willingly, others had a rather unpleasant departure from their former host.

Wrekazi on the other hand passed by Ea and resisted to go there despite the strong pull. She wanted to see The Grey Crevasse before anything else and as she told me, it was a wise move. Even when she was closing in she could feel its inherit power and standing amidst the old sites toppled and cracked pillars she was overwhelmed. All the entrapped spirits left their vessel and began swirling in a whirlpool. Extracting and contracting in pulsing rhythm with the throbbing of the Earthnode, they opened the Portal to the Astral and surged through.

Holding her breath, determined that it was this or pointless to live, she stepped through the now flickering and fading gateway. And stood at the Astral, bewildered and deprived of direction sense she started to walk. Shes sure she saw odd creatures pass by her, impressively looking heroes and ladies strode by as well. Some, turned their heads as if sensing her too, but most merely disappeared in the blurred mist.

Then, she told me with an odd smile, “‘He’, stood there in front of me…”, and she broke off, never telling me that story. Most annoyingly for a Skjald.

Skjald Vinotis

 

Some say that The Grey Crevasse felt different prior 1173 but I can’t tell as I was not even born then. So many have told many a Skjald this though, so it must have been quite some spectacle unfolding there when Wrekazi unloaded her burden. Whats more odd is that she was not reported seen by anyone again, until she appeared in the town of Vilmala at the shore of Lake Ryba at new years day in 1200. Shes said to have entered the city gates from the direction of Drikwald and not the paved roads defining Markeoy's trade routes. Entering the city she went directly to the towns goldsmith Arr 'O' Loth, not to trade gold but to visit Arr's delivering wife.

Talking was brief, blessing of the baby to come long, and then they say she left again. As she walked out the door, Arr rushed after to thank her. But, outside she was no where to be seen, and inside a baby’s cry was heard.

Skjald El Mary

 

Again silence, emptiness and none with a sighting of Kaziwren until 1212 when she appeared at the town of Wrinde in Aigon, again to visit a birthing. This time a troubled one with a mother at the brink of dying before delivering. As if renewed energy flowed through the woman, she surprised the attending midwife and managed to give birth to a healthy boy. Holding her child, she smiled at the attending and then she died. As all had focused on the mother to be, none had noticed that Kaziwren had left the room.

Once more, Kaziwren was not seen until reported appearing at Vula in 1230.

Skjald Yell'a'Beard

 

Hammer and anvil… she made them not civil… ingots to balls… souls heard calls… gasses and flares… consumed odd stares… bastard and beast… she consumes in a feast…

Skjald Kazumix

 

Shes said to have stayed at Vula for 8 years, spending one year a Soul Sphere . Working with great SmidhrAlchemists, and other Grandmasters. Then in 1239 she traveled to Ea where she spent a few years in the Academy of Ea. And in 1241 she’s reported to have been seen at Junnatu Caves.

Then shes reported to have been mostly at The Grey Crevasse where she met with HeroesSkjalds and whoever passed by. Retracted into a side crack the grove covering her house allowed for anyone to pass by, or pause and meet her. She was always welcoming anyone and had much to tell if one had time to listen.

Skjald Sejrik

 

She’s claimed by some to have attended meetings where the plans for a High King and The Realm was spawned and growing. Others claim she was neutral as she was more fond of the old system of Greater Hordes setting the course and getting rid of anything weak or flawed -the old way.

Anyways, she was attending the 1st. coronation at Bilmurs Bridge where the opposition was defeated and kneeling to the supremacy of The Alliance. Some say she actively participated at the High Kings side, defeating several of the opponents in both melee and magic. But she was not at the great feast where GrimsborgHigh King, and The Realm was celebrated. Marking the beginning of the new age, was not in her interest as -some say -it could be seen as another ‘millennia’ birth. Thus setting doubt about her own birth prophecy.

Skjald Ulrich

 

At the time up to the Invasion she told me she was in the Astral with her preferred one. Then things became complicated and odd and she left the Astral. Only to find herself at the other side of The Rim. It took her considerable effort and 1 and a half year to finally return to The Grey Crevasse. Only to find her seals broken and her house razed. Infuriated she began hunting invaders.

Skjald Valgrif