![]() The moment Serris took a sip of her brew, a great flash of light seared across the chambers of her tower, setting it ablaze and destroying centuries worth of knowledge. Sadly, not everything went according to plan. Deep in the darkest night, Serris gathered all the required reagents and went about brewing her wondrous elixir. It required a great deal of preparation, exotic ingredients, and, worst of all, the sacrifice of her own blood. And so, as years passed, she slowly puzzled small pieces of lore together, crafting a ritual that she believed would grant her unfading beauty. Ever-friendly and charismatic, she managed to frame several rivals and escape the consequences of her crimes. A lesser practitioner of the Dark Arts would have been long caught and banished or worse, yet Serris remained a step ahead of her would-be persecutors. But as the answer eluded her, Serris lost count over the lines she had crossed. Carefully at first, cautious of what horrors it might unleash. And to achieve that, she delved into the forbidden lore. Her ultimate goal was simple, crude even, but so very desirable – eternal life and youth. But no matter how far she pushed her talents, it was never enough. She was talented, daring, and fiercely intelligent. In time, Serris grew up to be a great mage. ![]() It was not long until her magical aptitude manifested, and the young girl had been granted an education in matters arcane. Serris – for that is what she had been named by her loving mother – was a shrewd child and greedily consumed whatever knowledge her private tutors could provide. Born to an Elven noble line, she knew neither hardship nor want. A long, long time ago, there lived a woman in the capital of Aravia.
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