Taavaeirikr

Zimiri Luciferite was born in medium sized tribe of Aasimar, whom have long wandered the lands lost; searching for a white gold city, that shines brighter than the many stars. There are many houses and families, within this tribe; all named after the deity whose blood they carry within their veins, passed down through the mother. Zimiri’s father was a Urielite, named Bezalel, and mother a Luciferite, named Selah. As a Luciferite Zimiri and his mother where often bullied by many houses, as they saw them as strange, chaotic, trouble makers, who wasted their time writing poetry and songs. However they were able to form strong connections

You slowly awaken in a strange, futuristic room, feeling your head, you realise it is painful to the touch, “what happened here?” You think to yourself. On closer inspection you realise the place is in a total state of disrepair, glass and debris littering the cold, metallic floor; flickering with the warm, orange light of nearby fire. You then feel strange, as if you could somehow sense another presence in the room with you; “was the room was alive?”, as you think this you notice a quite humming, almost like a faint pulse, yet somewhat irregular and drawn out, like that of a dying man. Looking up, towards what may hav