The Dominion of Blood


 * Class: Mage
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In the Beginning
“Britannicus, don’t you think you’ve had enough for today?”

The retort to such assumption came from Britannicus’ swift movement; frail digits clasping to an oblong vial, making it so that the amber liquid within could transfer in a feverish movement to another which he had taken to. It had been hours since the process began, and now, the final mutation was to occur within a moment’s notice; there was not a moment to spare whatsoever.

“You’ve been at this for hours now,” Juliuas added half-heartedly, his coaxing falling short as yet again, the Arcanist dismissed any outside words.

In the dominion of Britannicus D’lanastion the first and Juliuas D’lanastion the first, it wasn’t hard to draw thoughts from another world; the atmosphere of the circular sanctum clouded with gasses and a cerulean haze that almost matched the colour of each brother’s wide eyes. Britannicus had finally halted within his frantic movements, striding to his desk at the eastern-most section of the room to settle into the chair. Various parchments and other scripts were splayed about the table, each signed with the regal surname of the monarchy each represented.

“I can’t,” the elder finally announced, hunched in order to gain better access to each of the papers that were thrown wildly through his study. His frail digits picked up several before bunching them into crumpled balls, thence throwing them elsewhere. “The answers to all must be found, Juliuas!”

Juliuas watched with an almost saddened expression, his bearded jaw twitching to display the prominent frown which coursed at his blanched lips. “Can you not see that all answer is derived from the radiance and promise of the Sun, Britannicus?’ They were, in fact, pious words; two men, so close to one another yet worlds apart.

“No, no— all of life’s mystery cannot be explained through an object within the sky, Juliuas!” A rather aged man; with long brown hair that mixed against subtle variations of deadening gray, it wasn’t hard to note he came from an entirely different line than his brother did. Juliuas, several feet away in all of his glory; a tall contrast against Britannicus’ short, almost petite frame, he towered in all of his glory over his half-blooded sibling. Black hair – jet black, to be precise, cropped nearest to the bottom of each ear, but styled accordingly.

Juliuas waved a hand, almost dismissively so, before making his way to the spiral staircase which had led to the sanctum itself; he began to take each step down, back from the observatory. “Believe what you will, Britannicus,” he sighed, casting only a sole glance back. “But you will find you have been misguided by power.”

It was then that Britannicus halted within his movements; and only the chime of a clock of ebony was that which was reported throughout his own domain.

‘Believe’ – this word rung about within his mind, bouncing and ricocheting against the plates of his skull. To believe – what was it to believe? It was to establish faith within something; alas, the workings of a deity were not desired knowledge. No, what drove the world – what made it spin, made structures collapse and turn sour within the face of tragedy? Almost all too hurriedly, the Magister stood, calloused fingers brushing against the centre of his hardened jaw to scrape the scruff of his chin there. “… Believe,” he murmured, glancing to the various parchments and papers, broken envelopes and sealed ones, as well.

“… And so our people must believe,” he announced to himself, appearing awestruck by the revelation itself. '''“To believe in a higher cause; but to gain knowledge from that which we can observe and see. To remember ancestral lineage – and the capabilities that our forefathers held in their own faith, although theirs is a misguided one.”'''

His robed figure almost felt rejuvenated with the sensation of truth; within nirvana, Britannicus D’lanastion had found the long-lost teachers of the universe itself:

The stars.

The Dominion
It had been near the assumed end of his life that Britannicus D’lanastion, devoted scholar and Magistrate representative founded the “Dominion of Blood”, a research branch of the monarchy devoted solely to the interests of heightening the perspectives of Quel’Thalas. Focused primarily the arts of Astromancy and other various, unworldly thoughts, the Dominion of Blood seeks to preserve the sanctity of Arcane Magic and experiment within the fields of telepathy, mental distortion via magical influence and other exploits of the Arcane.

Due to conflict during the formation of the small organization, some members of the Dominion of Blood have a particular dislike for members of the Clergy, and other pious men and women of the monarchy, or even The Bloodsworn. This is primarily derived from the original disapproval of Juliuas D’lanastion’s family through the generation, considering Britannicus attempted to teach that the stars were the most supreme force of forecasting the future.

- Astral-Walker

 * Rank requires level 85; The Astral-Walker of the Dominion of Blood is the highest ranking Mage throughout the organisation itself. Sworn to Britannicus D’lanastion’s will, they are the eminence of magic. Versed in the history of the Dominion, proper perspective and formalities, the Astral-Walker answers only to the Praetor.

- Arch-Mage

 * Rank requires level 60; The Arch-Mage holds the highest rank over the Dominion of Blood, save the Astral-Walker. Serving as mentors of their specialisation, the Arch-Magi are the most revered Astromancers throughout the organisation itself. They are devoted to solely one branch of magic; employing it alongside proper motives and perspective, an Arch-Mage takes on the responsibility of tutoring, classes and lectures and demonstrations of power. This rank is achieved via plea to the Astral-Walker and a display of power to the Praetor by trial.

- Inquisitor

 * Rank requires level 40; The Inquisitor of the Dominion of Blood is an Astromancer-in-training. Well-versed in the art of Arcane, Fire or Frost magic, they are primarily devoted to solely study. It is during this rank that apprenticeship may be granted to the Astromancer; this rank is achieved solely by recommendation by an Arch-Mage to the Praetor or Astral-Walker, followed thence by a completion of a trial.

- Inquirer

 * Requires level 20; the Inquirer of the Dominion of Blood is the most standard Astromancer that has been brought in. This rank is achieved solely through trial by choice of the Astral-Walker. This rank is devoted solely to their studies; they are the lowest enlistment rank.

- Astromancer

 * Perhaps the most standard rank for Magi who join the Dominion of Blood, the Astromancer-title is achieved imply from initiation into the organization – The Bloodsworn – as a whole. This rank is held by all incoming Magi.