TZILAN
COURT Seelie
TITLE King of the Midnight Court, various others.
OCCUPATION Major crime lord; minor official status within most other major locations.
ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL Teleportation.
RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Cothromach.
RESIDENCE IN 2,702 Unknown.
MAJOR EVENTS
THE DOORWAY TO BEYOND
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MAGE UNIVERSITY
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LOSING AT VAMPIRE POLITICS
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GOING GENTLY
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PLANS
Tzilan has considered the alliance of the Kin with Dorchadas, even temporarily, a significant defeat, and will be letting other projects slip in the attempt to maintain that crow-bar of separation. However, he quickly becomes the only elder who regrets the call, and a coup for power is executed upon him. The timeskip will be a significant personal journey for Tzilan, as it begins with him using the ancient artifact to cripple the power of the monarchs, and re-assesses his position on the war. He will rebuild himself slowly, looking to start a mage university within the drabwurld, and slowly develops more personal relationships.
SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS
Tzilan will, over the course of timeskip:
+ be deposed as the most powerful vampir in the drabwurld and become politically damaged goods
+ visiting a lot of cities and touching base with cr, building new cr
+ begin plans to make a university
TIMELINE OF EVENTS
| SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May) |
- FEBRUARY 20 - Meeting with Sara to approve the University, other investments.
- MARCH 20 - Meeting with Ariadne at the Barrel discussing a new Midnight Court location.
- MARCH 20 - Meeting with Waver at the Barrel discussing a University plans and shard magic.
- APRIL - Far too emotional; tries to keep his distance from his CR. Not entirely successful.
- MAY - Marshalled his resources to ensure his clan's departure from Dorchadas to Laethann; entirely shot down by the White Hand & Alyosha Hazan, a politically powerful duo clearly trying to depose him as clan leader.
- MAY - Dusts off old plans for a mage university; hunts out business partners, location, etc.
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| SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug) |
- JUNE - Visits the Treun tourney to mark the competition, highlighting mage duellists as potential instructors. Headshakes over much of it.
- JUNE - Progress being made on University grounds, does much work himself.
- JUNE - Meet Dorian in the Cothromach while Dorian builds his theatres. Agree to become his financier, and assist in setting up a criminal ring in RG.
- JULY - Investigates the slaying in Daonna, comes to exceedingly troubled conclusions, sends warnings to close CR.
- AUGUST - Attends the Festival of Lights, period of reflection in the midst of his work, possibly invites Saralegui.
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| FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov) |
- SEPTEMBER - Translation issues? Luckily, most of his CR speaks English.
- SEPTEMBER - Visits with Debal; confessions, solace given on both sides.
- OCTOBER - Samhain.
- NOVEMBER - Rescues a prisoner from among the Laethann escapees... to his own end.
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| WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb) |
- JANUARY - Suspicious meeting in Caer Glaem.
- FEBRUARY - Mage University construction complete! First crop of students in spring, primarily wealthy individuals not quite wealthy enough to afford Aellyn tutors.
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| SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr) | |
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MARCH
“I mustn’t,” he informed her, musical voice quieted, without inflection. “I mustn’t, and nor must you. The avatar of the Void…” His voice tailed off as a hard wind whipped them.
“I’ve failed, Alyosha. You’ve failed. All of us are failing, actively, together. The only thing we can accomplish, now, is to grip stability tight. To preserve things until the end is come. To thwart the madness.”
“I don’t believe that,” she whispered, voice soft, feelingly urgent. “I cannot believe that. I haven’t lived all this time, I haven’t suffered all this much, only to fail. I didn’t learn at your knee the way of this world just to give up on the eve of darkness. My children didn’t die for that. I didn’t die for that.”
“And what did your death accomplish, in the end?” He murmured, almost mechanically. “Either of them? I was so certain that Reynard had been the host of the Void, certain enough that I cast you in his path for the Shuck to destroy. Your death won you nothing but continuing pain. And I? I have seen more of this world than you could ever dream, my dear Alexei. I have walked more of the threads between worlds than you’ve yet glimpsed. Pulled and tugged at the tapestry of them long enough to make what little we have now, and yet…”
He smiled, almost blandly. “And yet… here we are. The centuries, they slipped away. And greater men and women than you have been crushed in these efforts.”
“Tzilan,” she challenged, one-armed, squeezing him fondly, “There’s still time! The Shuck hasn’t begun warring with his--”
“You were always Unseelie,” he murmured, comfortingly. “Right down to your bones. Always believing things could be different than they are. Look at yourself, Alyosha. How much more do you have to give?”
It stung. They walked a little longer in silence, and came to an old place. Stones and bones peeked up through the crust of snow.
They wandered together through them, and spoke quietly of other things.
Yule, 2701
But the last thing in the box is different. It is a collection of sketches in charcaol, by a deft hand. For each dossier that Tzilan gave Dorian whom Dorian then employed at the Rook, there is a picture of that person at work in the theatre: bright, happy, belonging. Allowed to engage again with the art that matters to them.
Dorian feels no need to leave a note.