Topic: The Dark Healer

Caastielle

Date: 2014-09-27 03:58 EST
Thousands of years before the arrival of Christ, there settled in Scotland a race called the Tuatha D' Danaan who, over time, became known as the True Race, or the Fairy. An advanced civilization from a faraway world, the Tuatha D' Danaan educated some of the more promising humans they encountered in Druid ways. For a time, man and fairy shared the earth in peace, but sadly, bitter dissension arose between them, and the Tuatha D' Danaan decided to move on. Legend claims they were driven "under the hills" into "fairy mounds" which were also known as Craigh Na Duun.

The truth is they never left our world, but hold their fantastic court in places difficult for humans to find. After the Tuatha D' Danaan left, the human Druids warred among themselves, splintering into factions. Thirteen of them turned to dark ways and"thanks to what the Tuatha D' Danaan had taught them"nearly destroyed the earth. The Tuatha D' Danaan emerged from their hidden places and stopped the dark Druids moments before they succeeded in damaging the earth beyond repair. They stripped the Druids of their power, scattering them to the far corners of the earth. They punished the thirteen who'd turned dark by casting them into a place between dimensions, locking their immortal souls in an eternal prison.

The Tuatha D' Danaan then selected a noble bloodline, the Keltar, to use the sacred knowledge to rebuild and nurture the land. Together, they negotiated The Compact: the treaty governing cohabitation of their races. The Keltar swore many oaths to the Tuatha D' Danaan, first and foremost that they would never use the power of the standing stones"which give the man who knows the sacred formulas the ability to move through space and time"for personal gain or political ends. The Tuatha D' Danaan pledged many things in return, first and foremost that they would never spill the lifeblood of a mortal. Both races have long abided by the pledges made that day.

Over the ensuing millennia, the MacKeltar journeyed to Scotland and settled in the Highlands above what is now called Inverness. Although most of their ancient history from the time of their involvement with the Tuatha D' Danaan has melted into the mists of their distant past and been forgotten, and although there is no record of a Keltar encountering a Tuatha D' Danaan since then, they have never strayed from their sworn purpose.

Pledged to serve the greater good of the world, no MacKeltar has ever broken his sacred oath. On the few occasions they have opened a gate to other times within the circle of stones, it has been for the noblest of reasons: to protect the earth from great peril. An ancient legend holds that if a MacKeltar breaks his oath and uses the stones to travel through time for personal purposes, the myriad souls of the darkest Druids trapped in the in-between will claim him and make him the most evil, terrifyingly powerful Druid humankind has ever known.

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Caastielle MacKeltar was a descendant of the Keltar, the ancient druid guardians of the fabled Compact, on her father's side. Her mother, however, did not hold any magical abilities but just simply passed it on to her children. Caastielle, unfortunately was not supposed to have any magic at all; for the line of Keltar guardians had all been male for thousands of years since the first. While her older brothers focused their attentions and powers upon becoming the next set of guardians, she decided to focus her powers on regeneration and healing magics. With a territory war gone wrong between clans, she lost her father and eldest brother Drustan. Leaving only her mother, older brother Daegus, and herself. Her mother pleaded to have her bring them back, but Caas was no necromancer. She tried over and over again to revive them, but for the first time in her life, her magic failed her. From that point, her mother was disgusted with her. Her mother warned her for the next six years to stay clear of her and that she was no longer welcomed in her own home. Caastielle then had gathered her small collection of belongings and moved into a small cottage within the walls of Castle Keltar, still holding the position of town healer.

The magic of the standing stones had allowed the druids to alter time, going backwards and forwards, and Daegus was hell bent to go back in time to prevent the deaths of his father and brother, going mad to perfect the formulas to open the stones and go back to the correct location and time to set things right. Only one problem: that was a personal reason to use the standing stones and thus, threw the prophecy into motion. With his mother and little sister hot on his heels, he quickly muttered the ancient formulas to open the stones and jumped through. Her mother, already looking upon her with great disdain, grabbed Caas by the arm, hauling her towards the stone circle.

"Ye are goin" through them stones and bringing your brother back, ye stupid git. I dinna ken if ye make it back alive, but I demand you bring Daegus back!" with a forceful shove, Caas was thrown into the portal that was still open and was transported through space, time, and realms. That was it. The life she thought she knew was now gone.

*****

Reappearing in a dirty back alley, Caastielle hit the ground hard. Coughing and sputtering, she pushed herself up on her forearms as she laid in a puddle of water, or something that she hoped was water. Looking around she saw a sign over a backdoor reading "Red Dragon Inn", her gaze traveled to the opposite wall seeing what looked to be election posters. "Vote for so-and-so for Governor of Rhydin!" Rhydin. That must be where she was. Bringing herself back up to her feet, she wrung the water out of her shirt and brushed the debris from her arms and legs. Moving to the back door that obviously led into the Inn, she began her journey to find her brother " or to finally escape her destiny and her mother's cruelty.

But before she could reach the handle of the door, a flash of pain wracked her skull. Gripping her head with a hand on either side, she began to hear the whispers. But there wasn't just one. There were several. Panic gripped her. The dark thirteen...she had been cursed with the prophecy. The prophecy she was trying to avoid. Even though she was unwillingly thrust through the stones, she had gone through for a personal purpose. She had pure evil flowing through her, but she remembered what her Da had told her.

"Mo chro"—my heart. No matter how close the darkness gets, always shine bright."

He was right. He always was. A single tear slid down her cheek remembering the affection her father had for her and that she'd never feel again. She closed her eyes and focused, willing the voices away. Maybe if she didn't tap into her magick, it wouldn't give them the power they craved. So, that was that. Play the role of a simple mortal and that should do it"for now.

Caastielle

Date: 2014-10-02 20:29 EST
(*retconned*)

Caastielle

Date: 2014-10-27 20:08 EST
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Caastielle

Date: 2015-05-26 14:46 EST
It had been quite some time that Caastielle actually emerged from her loft to socialize with her friends. She had locked herself away in deep meditation and trance to center herself and hopefully gain some guidance in her life. In the past couple of months, she had a team of builders come in to renovate the warehouse with expansions now that she finally owned the entire building. With construction finally complete, her clinic was now fully separated from her living quarters, and upstairs she had them install a balcony that opened up to view the harbor where all the boats were docked, especially one in particular: The Abyssus.

Downstairs, her kitchen was redone to have slate blue tile and stainless steel appliances (that she was getting used to operating, thanks to Cooper's insistence). Her apothecary room with all her medicines and salves was now separated from the previously small kitchenette. The room was larger now with floor to ceiling dark oak cabinets with glassless doors displaying all her jars and bottles. A wooden island was placed in the center where her grimoire sat on a book pedestal as well as her collection of oils and potions that had been completed. The soft scent of wood, jasmine, and a light mixture of herbs clung to the fresh air within the apothecary.

Upstairs, her bedroom was expanded to a large king sized bed with a white gauze canopy draped above it. Her armoire and dressers were white and the wooden floor had various furs covering parts of the floor. Her only source of light came from the plethora of candles in various sconces and holders amidst shelves and tables and there was of course a black gilded chandelier that hung in the center of her room. Nearby was the aforementioned balcony with white lace curtains covering the doors. If Luna came by, she would totally say this was truly the princess's bed chamber, which always caused Caas to smile. But the icing on the cake of her renovations was her new state-of-the-art bathroom. With a rainfall shower and a massive Jacuzzi tub, she had to admit; all those long nights of clinic work resulted in these marvelous upgrades.

But even though the princess finally had the beginnings of her palace, she was still missing something. She rose out of bed in the early hours of the morning and donned a long white silken robe with lace detail and buttoned up the front to cover her blush pink satin chemise. Obsidian curls tumbled down to her waist and bounced with each step she took towards the French doors that opened up to her balcony. Pulling the double doors open, she stepped out onto the balcony, moving to rest her forearms on the rod iron railing, looking out at the harbor and hearing the buoys dinging in the ocean, clutching something in her hands. The docks were oddly silent since most of the workers and shopkeepers were still slumbering.

Emerald eyes glanced out towards The Abyssus. The black rosewood ship was eerily quiet without its captain around, yet again. She should be used to the feeling of abandonment by now by the man. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder" definitely didn't describe her feelings about him currently. Because with each day that passed, his memory began to fade from her mind and sadly, her heart. Maybe it was time for her to finally say goodbye, seeing as the brief time she saw him recently (being interrogated and embarrassed by Monoka, which did elicit a good chuckle from her before she went back inside her home), he had been talking to the younger Farron sister with a wistful look on his face. She never did ask about his past, but it was at this juncture that she no longer seemed to care. Caas turned to look back into her room where all her weapons hung up on the wall, her eyes settling on the enchanted bow he gave her on their first meeting. He had told her she was special and she seemed stupid enough to buy that line. After that initial encounter, she noticed she wasn't the only female that he'd speak with and promise "room and board" on the vessel he commanded. She was daft to think that he cared enough about her or that she was "the one who could change him". A woman's mind was always a troublesome thing.

With a roll of her eyes and a disgusted scoff, she turned back to look out at the water. Sighing, she finally looked down at her hands. In them, she clutched a very familiar black Stetson hat as a soft smile curved the corners of her mouth. Her short time running around with Cooper Gallows had definitely reawakened her senses and reminded her that not all men treated women like objects or simple conquests. He had a gentle touch when it came to being around her and she treasured that part of him. Turning the hat in her hands, a memory came to her mind which caused her to laugh softly to herself. He had surprised her that one day when she opened her front door to see wild orchids all over her loft. From the floors to the bookcases to the tables, the fragrant flowers were everywhere. While it boggled her mind on how the hell he found so many orchids, it meant the world to her. He made the effort to get to know her. To learn her favorite flower, what her favorite food was"what made her happy at the end of the day. She felt treasured and wanted. And what girl in her right mind didn't want to feel like that at least once in her life"

Caas moved back inside, closing the doors behind her. Depositing the hat on her bed, she moved to the weapon wall and brought the bow down, setting it next to the hat. Her meditation circle earlier showed her that she needed to make a decision and now seemed to be that time. Moving away to the bathroom, running water was heard shortly, as she discarded her robes to take a shower. As she finished up a few minutes later, she stepped out and wound a plushy white towel about her body and walked directly into the closet to grab some clothes. Deciding on a pair of boot cut style jeans, a cropped t-shirt with a random classic rock band logo on it, and black motorcycle boots, she quickly got dressed. She moved out of the closet and approached the bed, emerald eyes regarding the two objects that she had set there.

Hastily, she grabbed for the hat first, plunking it down on her head. It was as if it weren't even a tough decision seeing as her choice had been made weeks ago. But she grabbed for the bow and marched out of her room, and made quick work of the staircase and strolled straight out of the house towards that damned ship.

This is it. No turning back. She marched down the wooden dock and made her way up the gangplank, pausing halfway. Diritas had the Abyssus warded against intruders and since the ship was tied to his soul, he knew the coming and goings of any and all who tried to board. She already had her clearance to board so she was met with little resistance against wards and made her way on the deck. Her grip on the bow tightened as she crossed the deck towards the captain's cabin. She hesitated before she gave a slow turn of the knob and gained entry to his quarters. Looking about to see if he was there, she finally gave off a sigh to see that he wasn't. Good. That would make this easier. In the corner of the room sat the piano that he made with his own hands. His own personal treasure. Her hand shook as she lifted the bow to set it upon its glassy surface.

"I'm sorry, but I just cannae do this anymore. It's not fair to my heart." She whispered, knowing that his soul would eventually hear her words. A hand came up to her neck and found the chain of the anchor pendant that she normally wore. A hard yank broke the chain and she held the pendant in her hand for a moment before setting it next to the bow. She clasped her empty hands together once more. When she opened her palms up, there sat a blood rose encased in ice, the same one from so many months ago. That was the final piece she set upon the piano.

Her chin tipped down, the brim of dark cowboy hat obscuring her face in shadow. "Goodbye, Diritas Ashin. I wish you well, but I wasn't the girl for ye. I dinna think I ever was?" She looked up once more to glance around before she retreated out of his cabin, softly shutting the door behind her.

As soon as she stood on the deck once more, she took off and ran. Down the gangplank and down the dock. With her speed, she ran with purpose out of Dockside in the direction of a certain guesthouse that sat on the certain grounds of Caelum Manor.

It seemed that she had made her choice.