The Realm of Pelintira

[SataiRolePlayingGuy]

The world of dreams.  A mix of illusion and reality.  A world that in the minds of those not born there could sometimes feel real and fake at the same time.  Though the longer you remained, the more real it seemed.  This is a story of one territory of that realm, where each territory is shaped by the ruler.  This territory was an imitation of sorts.  Of the ancient homeland of the elves, a reminder of their wild past.  In the 'real world' now mostly abandoned for their great empire to the south.

But the empire of the elves could be suffocating.  Everyone had a purpose assigned from birth.  It did not matter what you felt.  That would be your role for life.  And elves did not grow old.  Only the emperor himself could give an elf a new position.  While that did happen, it was exceptionally rare.  For most who wanted something else abandoning the empire was the only solution.  This was not allowed, unless you could escape to another world, to a place beyond his power, escaping through borders his soldiers could not watch.

Deep in the woods or this territory, along the mountains that bordered it, was a woman spoke of in legend and rumor, their mysterious ruler.  The elf Pelintira.  She was quite old, though as an elf she certainly did not appear so.  She fled to this world long ago.  She could not stand the rules, limits, of that empire, that world.  She established a home in the wild, where she was free to study, gained control of the realm, found great power.  Legends about her in the territory and other parts of the dream world wild.  Forbidden magic, forbidden knowledge, freedom.  If you were brave enough to seek it, and find her, maybe you could gain these things.  Necromancy.  Demon summoning.  Zombification/mind control.  Mutation.  Life beyond dealt.  The stories suggested she studied all these things, who knew what else.  That she performed sacrifices to obtain her power.

Only someone who found her could learn the truth of these things.  She did have a few apprentices of course.  There were others as well.  That she employed in her home to provide various supplies, that they could also sell to those near by.

The home was best described as a fortress magically crafted into the mountain, continued underground and up into some of the surrounding trees.

At the moment Pelintira was in her study.  A room full of books and a great collection of artifacts.  She was doing study on her own.  But at this time of day, her students and others were allowed to visit her.  She encouraged students to study on their own.  There were significant libraries below, open to all her students, where they could learn a great deal.  Though material about the things she was rumored to study were not there.  But she would give advice too, sometimes personal lessons.  Sometimes they worked together if the student was doing something that interested her.

When students asked about the legends, if she performed such magic.  She usually did not answer the question.  But she encouraged her students to dig through the library and artifacts.  Not be afraid to study anything.  They were here for freedom, nothing was forbidden to study, though one who had the ambitions Pelintira was rumored to have certainly had to look harder to find the sources for such knowledge and power.

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Meanwhile, a certain catgirl flew around the fortress and checked on whoever she could see, just doing her round as she was more or less the moving eyes of the host. While pettable, she didn't really let anyone touch her without at least looking bothered by it, even though she never really fought it back. This little mage robed kitten had no intentions of harming anyone... She was not known to bite back, and perhaps this was why some felt so open to pet her anyway. Right now, she headed to the library after her round and went to pick a book or two that she made sure to let the one taking care of the library know about before she'd leave back on her way to one of the rooms that not many would approach often.

Mao, this small reaper of a cat girl, simply teleported inside and put the books down on a desk for the time being before she floated above the ground and watched the sorceress. Properly speaking, Mao was many things... A reaper of sort, a mage, a minion. She was one to obey Pelintira's commands, no matter what it was. Whatever she felt about such commands was left for herself alone. She was to accomplish what was tasked to her and nothing else. But she certainly had her own free times as well whenever she was not needed or she was dismissed. She likely was one of the only beings who approached Pelintira casually as well as she didn't really fear her. Whether she agreed with her at all times was left to be a secret.

For now, Mao would check on what Pelintira was doing, quietly. She had no real reasons to speak unless talked to. Nothing wrong or weird to report either. Life as it usually was in this place seemed to be as normal as any other days. And like any other days, the cat girl made herself available for her mistress at almost all times and would perform any tasks she'd like her to do, whether it would be taking something to someone or taking something from elsewhere to her. From menial tasks to anything else in possibilities, Mao was there to serve, as a faithful minion. Barely anyone would see her weapon unless she required to do something a bit more special, either with magic or dealing with something in a violent way.