Lina

There's no art of Lina Inverse.

Description

The girl that stands before you is remarkably short for a Titan. Her fiery red hair is hardly held out of her face by a black headband inset by a blood red jewel which matches her eyes. The same smooth blood red jewels are set into a necklace and two matching platinum bracelets. They also are matched by two larger orbs of the same color that are set into her black shoulderguards with gold filligree. All the rest of her armor is cloth but of the same black and gold. Everything, that is, except for her gloves and boots which are comfortable white leather. Trinkets adorn her belt accentuating the idea that all of her armor is meant to amplify her magic.

A runed shortsword is hung at her waist but this is more for show as her magical powers are almost tangible. A cloak that's completely pitch black and seems to absorb the light around it is lined with blood red runes and an inscription of an extremely powerful spell. The inscription reads in common: Darkness beyond twilight, Crimson beyond blood that flows, Buried in the stream of time is where your power grows, I pledge myself to conquer all the foes who stand, Before the gift bestowed in my unworthy hand. Let the fools who stand before me be destroyed by the power you and I possess...

Roleplay Notes

January 2014

• Bandit Slayer (Chapter 2)

December 2013

• Leaving Home (Chapter 1)

Bandit Slayer (Chapter 2)

past hour and still I was insatiable. Perhaps it was just another side effect from the spell. My hair had turned snow white and my fingertips still burned where raw magic had coursed through them. I hid under my cloak to avoid notice and in the rain the only odd thing to be seen was  how much I was eating. Even conjuring mana biscuits wasn't enough, and it hurt me to do so as the spell left me weakened. It wasn't far till the borders of Amn I told myself. It wouldn't mean safety but at least I could stop and rest and eat and figure out what to do from there. But mostly eat.

The City of Coin was one I'd rather not have left. Haggling over deals  was so familiar to me. Mom and Dad had been good merchants but I'd learned so much from selling everything from trinkets of power to magical images of my sister bathing. Ok, so maybe I did have some of her punishments coming but give me a break, I have a whole world to explore and that doesn't come cheap!

"That's far enough little girl," The group of bandits were cleverly  hidden but showed themselves quickly enough. Who were they calling a little girl! I could turn them inside out and purple at the same time. It's not like I was all that under developed for my age, and even being a Titan, well I was young and would grow and who knows, I could get taller... One day. And what kind of asshole robs a little girl anyway!

"Well, you know what we want, drop the packs and cloaks and you won't  get hurt." The same idiot spoke again. This one was getting turned inside  out, purple or not depended on what color he was on the inside.

"Leave her alone!" A tall knight in blue armor wielding a very long  claymore walked toward the group of bandits undaunted. His long golden locks almost covered his face but I could make out blue eyes and a white smile. "You're not going to touch her!"

"And who's gonna stop us pretty boy? You?!?! Bahahahaaa" The rest of the bandits chimed in and he assumed the pose of a very experienced fighter.  Oh my god, I thought to myself with almost utter delight, I'M the damsel in distress, me! Who would have thought! This was too good, I'll have to see where this leads. No magic, don't want to let prince knight guy feel like he didn't rescue me! This is too cool!

They circled around him but he kept his calm, one jumped from behind but he caught the blow and redirected it back on his attacker. There was a quick scuffle and but within minutes the bandits were fleeing for their lives. There he was... My hero... The long sword hung over his shoulder smiling. As he walked toward me his smile faded.

"Oh, hey little girl, you know it's dangerous for you to be out here..." He stooped over a little to speak to me at my height. Ok so he was a lil weird.

"Oh well, sorry mister, thanks for saving me!" I squeaked trying to look cute.

"Is your mom or dad around here?" He stood up and started looking up and down the road. "Here I think I'm saving a mega hot babe and it turns out she's some little kid with white hair..."

What... The... Hell!!!! As I heard it something snapped in me and was replace by a mushroom cloud going off. Here I am acting all cute and you treat me like some kid! I could have blown those guys sky high, and you let them get away. What a jerk! And now he's leaving. Leaving! No forget that, he's buying me dinner to make up for this. I ran after him.

Leaving Home (Chapter 1)

It was just another day. My sister had been scolding me for yet another thing I did wrong and I'd gone up to the lake outside the city. How was I supposed to know that the spell I was trying to cast was never meant for mortals to cast? After starting the trials of the Tower of Sorcery, I'd progressed faster than any of the others my age and had secretly stolen the forbidden black magic books out of their libraries. Mastering the spells was only half of my triumph. It was the curiosities written down by some of the most powerful sorcerors in the world that peeked my interest. I'd searched for ages to find the amulets that I could amplify the power in my soul to cast spells that were only theoretical.

I'd tried a dozen times before but hadn't known how to harness the energies. Today I had the bandana I'd fashioned out of the beard of a black dragon and the blood red jewel that the gnome had helped me create. I could feel the gem pulling my magic into it and amplifying it. The sensation was incredible. The old book had been written in netherese, the one I had before me was a translation to elder dragon and even then I couldn't read it all. The incantation, the runes, the gestures were all there though. They made sense in a strange way. It was like a secret code behind all magic which was contained in this spell. That's what made it so intriguing.

I planted my feet firmly in the pentagram I'd spent the last hour preparing. It flared up around me and I felt magical energy pushing my hair and cape back like wind. I closed my eyes and let the orbs pull my magical essence out of my body and amplify it. The runes were the easy part, I'd mastered them years ago. Now the incantation and to harness the power beyond the limits of normal spellcasting. I lifted my hands above my head and called to the other realm to give me the gift of power.

Slowly, I spoke words which hadn't been completed in hundreds of years:
Darkness beyond Blackest Pitch,
Deeper than the deepest night.
Lord as vast as the largest ocean
Colder than the coldest Ice.
King of Darkness who shines like gold upon the Sea of Chaos!
I call upon thee and swear myself to thee,
I stand ready to bear the strength you give me.
Let the fools who stand before me be destroyed,
By the power you and I possess!

The surge of magic nearly crushed her to the ground but I stood resolute and let my hands fall forward into the last rune and channeled the  spell through them and out toward the middle of the lake. My eyes shot open as the spell cast and flowed through me burning my fingertips and  knocking me down.  The black and red beam of energy cut off at that point and imploded above the middle of the lake.  The explosion caused the water  in the lake to flood its shores and the crackling was that of the super nova snapping trees in half.  The shield I had casted beforehand and the pentagram shielded me from the blast. The explosion was incredible, the skies darkened  overhead and as the area settled only a silence remained.

Death had overtaken the lake. I realized then the power I'd begun to unleash and knew that they'd come for me. Not to punish me, but to enslave me. My sisters punishments would pale in comparison if they knew what I could  do and staying here was impossible.  I grabbed my things and shoved them into the old magical bag I'd stolen from the Archmages locker. What now? Leaving home wasn't scary, I'd planned that for months. But even as I headed down the long road, I wondered what would change. Maybe it was just that, change would be good and I could carve my own path.