------------- Crimson Velvet – Ivanna

“Pride in one’s heritage is not always a good thing.” – Cameron Quinn

Before Aenna and Jeulae could actually form a venture company, they traveled and got into more trouble on their own. In a journey southeastward, out of Hergovine and across the mountains of Valkyr, into the lands bordering Paleurevalla. In the eastern Joutens, they found one of the lost towers of Erridor. Now, the once mighty Al-Malak Necromancer had fallen ages past and his few progeny had been scattered to the winds. Where they flew, no one knows. But it is known that some, some even of Erridor’s blood line, survived. Perhaps the most famous is Valkynaer Erridor, his grand-daughter, now Lady of Paleurevalla. Less known, is her cousin, Ivanna Aechou.

As Al-Malak Elam, she was forced to hide herself her whole life, always on the run from crowds of mad peasants with pitchforks and torches. She never did anything to earn their ire, yet tormented, hounded and persecuted, she was nonetheless, for no other reason that the color of her wings. As an eldritch witch, she sought magical knowledge, and upon learning of her true heritage, she embraced it. She hoped to someday discover some of her great-uncle’s mystic powers, some of his terrible secrets that had so stained the name of Erridor and the entire Al-Malakian line. But unlike her cousin, she had no desire to rise above her name and make penance for her ancestor’s actions. She wished to repeat them.

There, in a tall, dark tower of strange stone, wrapped in magics and ancient curses, Aenna and Jeulae found her. She’d found the place. The spirit of her ancestor had called out to her and led her there, to embrace his mighty vision of order and peace, to annihilate the lesser races and rebuild the great empire of the Dark Winged Folk. She was not so easily swayed, but she did take refuge there, in an accursed place that no natural animal would approach, that no Paleurevallan elf would dare enter. There she studied and absorbed as much of her great uncle’s magical knowledge as she could. She had foreseen the coming of the two warriors in red and knew she would share a fate with them. Would they serve her in building her new world? Would they be swept away with the rest of the lesser beings? She hadn’t decided just yet. But for now, she would join these two, and the three would form the core of the Crimson Velvet. The only problem was that everywhere they went, she would introduce herself as Lady Ivanna, grand niece of Erridor.

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