Estia Maddaan
I want all your men in position, ready to take the shot. If we let her get away here, we'll never hear the end of it. She dies here, tonight. Commander Mastrixion of the South Arken Empire's armed forces
It was a cold night in the streets of Asmaritur, and the silence was covered only by the frenetic steps of armored boots on the pavement. Every available soldier, policeman, volunteer, mercenary and aventurer had been called, and all of them were chasing the same target: Estia Maddaan. Nobody would've thought, seeing the young woman standing in the middle of the street, with her amused smile and her perfect innocent face, that she was anything but the daughter of a neighbour, or a student, and yet. Estia was the daughter of a powerful household, that much was true. It was where she learned her manners, how to avoid suspicion, where to use the Arcana and bend reality to her will. She had always been an incredibly proficient student of all subjects presented to her. Her sharp intellect and powerful will had made sure of that.
An incredibly talented Arcanist
Estia, even in her infancy, was powerful and talented, capable of creating Arcanic Matrixes beyond those of students twice her age. Polite, dedicated, focused, all her teachers were impressed with her, unaware of her dark designs until much later, when it was already too late.
A social chameleon
Raised by a powerful noble family, she was taught manners and how to act in society first-hand. She resented very much the pretense, and reveled in showing her true colors to the world, but for most of her life, she kept up the facade incredibly well, deceiving even those closest to her. She had a fiancé, who disappeared in mysterious circumstances, then another one, who suffered the same fate. And nobody suspected her even a second...
Unfortunately, it had also brought something else to the noble household of Maddaan. Estia had always been a troubled child, fascinated with the dark and occult. Unlike many like her, she wasn't interested in studying The Chaos, no. Her domain of predilection was Primordials entities, and most notably, Fardax Momentum. An incredibly powerful and ancient being that she had read about in an old, forbidden book, and that she tried relentlessly to meet. This bad become her sole goal, the purpose of her entire life, and she dedicated every waking moment to pursuing it. Unfortunately for the city, she became convinced that the only way to do so was to become powerful enough to attract the being's attention, and to do so, she started constructing a creature of nightmare, a Titan made of the last breath of her victims as she drowned them in a Matrix of her own creation. She killed hundreds of people, including her own family, her brothers and sisters, parents, all in the goal of becoming more powerful. As she stood in the middle of the street, smiling, she waved her arm, and before they could even react, the soldiers' heads were surrounded by a bubble of water, slowly drowning them, as she closed her eyes in happiness. She could feel their lives exit their bodies, and they drew their last breath, she laughed maniacally. Their energy was flowing through her, and as she added them to her collection, she exulted. Finally, it was ready. No longer did she need to pretend, to hide, to fear her pursuers. Her goal was finally within reach, and she had completed her masterpiece: her Titan of Last Breaths had risen, ready to slaughter for her.
-The Dark Night, 9th of January, 466 AA.
-The Dark Night, 9th of January, 466 AA.
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