Caste Out

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Jealousy is a terrible disease amongst the remaining magisters. They stroke their egos and attempt to reign and control those who have struggled with strife. Even now, with the Sin'dorei's magic being at an all time low due to the destruction of the Sunwell, they continued with their arrogance.

As word began to spread amongst the echelons, Brianithill found herself within boiling water with the other children of Magisters..

"You must be out of your mind." Came the voice of an infuriated man.

Bri turned in time to catch the sight of a long blonde haired elven man before he was grabbing her by her shoulders to shout at her.

"Do you know what this could do to your standing? A lowborn?" His lips curled into a snarl.

She raised her hand to slap his from her, "Nolien. Such insolence is unbecoming. What are you prattling on about?"

"The boy! The one you've entered a courtship with! A wayward knight, at best!" The man continued, "You know that you were to begin a courtship with one of the men of court! How would your family look upon you now?"

With a twitch of her brow, Bri grabbed the man by his robe, "You know I could not give a damn what that vile woman thought of me. The other men of my standing are clueless imbeciles seeking power that they cannot control."

His hands clamped onto her upper arms, a spell going off as she was brought out to a field within the woods.

"What is the meaning of this?" She hissed angrily.

"A reminder of who you are and what you should be striving for!" The man shoved her away as his hands caught alight.

"You of all people should remember how many I have defeated in these pitiful duels." Bri's eyes began glowing with arcane as she raised a hand.

"Yes, but how well can you handle more?" Nolien retorted with a sneer.

Her eyes darted around, noting the three other shadows amongst the trees.

"I see. So you're all cowards." Her lips curled into a snarl, the ground around her beginning to frost over.

"If you wish to consort with lowborn scum, then you'll be treated like lowborn scum." Nolien stated, flames erupting from his hand.

"Call him Lowborn again, and I'll decapitate you, Phoenixblood." Her words were sharp as glass, "Ani-belar!"

With the words, ice crystallized in the air and shot at those hiding in the trees as she charged forward towards Nolien, drawing a blade from her hip. The man teleported behind her to avoid the sword strike as he pulled a bow from the air and created an arrow made of flames as he pulled the wire back. The various elves avoided the ice and the battle began.

The young Magistrix had trained for battle, those around her had trained for politics. Ice ensnared the youngest girl to a tree as she had remained still to try and conjure a Pyroblast. Bri's robe tore as she narrowly avoided the blades of arcane launched from another.  The attempt of flame, fel, and arcane towards her all fell as each were trapped or knocked unconscious. Nolien was the last but found little mercy.

"You betray your caste." Nolian spat blood at her.

"No. You betrayed your people." Bri's blade pierced through the man, drawing gasps of pain from him, "Remember this as a lesson. Next time I will ensure you and your conglomerate die in these woods for attacking me or my love."

She flicked the blade, scattering the blood on the grass before putting it away to begin her trek home.