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Message: <blockquote data-quote="loxmyth" data-source="post: 1014869" data-attributes="member: 1255">Okay, how about this?Majestic PhoenixBorn to a diplomat of a minor, but well-connected Patrician family, Phoenix lived in the Realm proper only until his parents were certain he would not exalt as a Dragonblood.  With the only terrestrial blood in his lineage coming from his mother, an unExalted minor member of House Tepet, the chance had been very small.  Nevertheless, young Phoenix possessed an otherworldly grace and charisma that seemed unnatural.As soon as he graduated from primary school, Phoenix travelled with his father as an emissary of the Realm in the East, hammering out trade and fealty agreements.  He learned his father's craft well, polishing his ability to compose speeches, to learn the arts of speaking and debate, and the art of calligraphy.  His father was quite pleased with his facility with the qualities of a diplomat and prepared him to take over in his stead.  To this end, he accompanied his father as his personal secretary and scribe.During their sojourn in the Haltan Republic, distressing news reached their ears: it had been confirmed that the Scarlet Empress had disappeared, far longer than she was usually wont to.  Additionally, an Imperial legion composed mostly of members of House Tepet had suffered almost total annihilation in the north, some say against an Anathema demon.  Phoenix's mother was devastated; some of her favourite cousins and siblings had been members of this force.With this dire news, the family headed back to Realm, with the intention of consoling their grieving families.  Unfortunately, before they could do so, their caravan was attacked by the Wyld-twisted Arczechi hordes.  Normally, the Realm-trained caravan guard would be enough to protect them, but the barbarians used deadly poison and had superior numbers, so there was nothing to do but run.  And run they did, straight into a patch of Creation corrupted by the Wyld.  Inside, the world twisted and changed, and small steps carried men across leagues while flat out running moved one inches.In this way, the caravan was completely separated from one another.  Phoenix found himself with only the company of a few caravan guards and a scribe or two, encircled by some three score Arczechi.  It was at this point he knew he would die, but he felt strangely calm.  Stepping away from the rest, and raising his voice so that it rumbled with the Authority of Heaven, he commanded the enemy back, and away they fled.Phoenix could not imagine his luck, which quickly turned to surprise when he found his fellows regarding him in horror...</blockquote>

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