Legends of Belariath

Nobles and Other Significant Characters

L`aquera

Nothing fought for, nothing gained. It was the destiny of the mouthy little Moriel to constantly repeat that over and over into such a cleverly chaotic mind that brewed with its own evil. Methodical was not something one thought of her when first one did glance the woman’s way. Not that thick layer of flame colored hair, not those silver pools that writhed with the inner flames of the element she commanded. Life wasn’t grand, but she delved into it with little fear but a hell of a lot of respect. She’d started out as she was now. Little. Mouthy. Plowing throw life with little subtlety to her motions. She’d gone through a few mates, burned a home or two, many a person. The more chaos, the more she loved it. Full blooded, she was proud of that heritage, Oblyx raised.

What does that mean? Oblyx? Nethergloom speak, nothing to see here, move along. So what made her different? Nothing really. She knew what she wanted and never hesitated. Even if the mistake was made, it was her job to follow through or she’d never look upon herself again with any kind of respect. Had she been weak? Ever? Of course, don’t be silly. Had she ever kneeled? Yes, but never for long, at least not until the Emperor, Stormbringer, had come along. Now, it was a game of chance when he might wish this fiery woman to be as he needed. Controlled? Aye, she could be… maybe. Beaten? Several times. She was no different than any other Moriel around and she was about as untrustworthy as the lot of them. Yet… her loyalties were never questioned and if you did? You’d have an enemy for life. If she gave you her friendship, her trust, its best not to break that for she never forgot either. Never forgot a slight, a name, a game played upon her and some day, she’d get you back. Oh yes, she would never forget.

So why her? Why would the Emperor marry such a shrew? Her tongue was anything but civil and one did notice she enjoyed the words ‘Fardon Hells’ quite a lot. Yet like all her race, she was lovely, ethereal and grace filled. Choosing long elongated and redone punching daggers with the forks heading towards the tip of that strange blade. Jaggedly made to her concept, they were nasty in make and a gift from Infernis she’d never soon forget. To her friends she gifts them with anything they could wish if it was within her power. Now a days? That was a lot of power but with a hint of manipulation behind it. A warrior then? At heart she is exactly that but a mage of the flames to be reckoned with. Very few would ever get the best of her and yet she’d quickly die for a cause she believed in and as well, die for her Emperor. Strange being all in all, but was she different? Those who meet her will have to be the judge of that. Her history is steeped in both death and life, her hate of horses well known as well as for the wolven and cat bred races. There were exceptions. Good luck if you anger her, you’re going to need it.

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