Christopher stood at the edge of the battlefield, the rain cooling the embers of destruction in his wake. His cloak, tattered and soaked with blood—some his, most not—clung to his frame as he gazed back at the ruin he had left behind. The scent of scorched earth mingled with the petrichor, a...
Christopher stood at the edge of the battlefield, his bloodied fingers flexing as the rain sizzled against his scorched skin. The firestorm of his power had subsided, but the embers of his intent burned hotter than ever. He watched as Agatha pulled herself to her feet, a lone ember against the...
Christopher’s expression darkened as Agatha’s words settled into the air, heavy and unyielding against the suffocating heat of the realm. His crimson gaze bore into her, searching for cracks in her resolve, for a weakness to exploit—but instead, he found something else.
Emptiness.
Her...
Christopher stood at the edge of the jagged platform, flames curling around his frame like living serpents. The molten rivers pulsed with his emotions, their currents shifting and twisting as if in mourning or rage. He gazed at Agatha with an intensity that threatened to break her resolve, his...
Christopher didn’t flinch as the glyphs around him pulsed brighter, the lattice of Agatha’s lightning spell ready to collapse upon him. He stood motionless, his arms at his sides, the rain evaporating into mist as it neared his superheated frame. The raw energy building around him would have...
The glyphs flared brightly beneath her feet as the magic discharged, a perfect symphony of destruction orchestrated from afar. Christopher Cain Fontenot stood at a distance, a lone silhouette against the backdrop of the inferno he had unleashed. His figure was a stark contrast to the devastation...
Christopher felt a grim satisfaction as the enemy arrived to counter him. The rainfall smothered his flames and left a large cloud of steam, shielding his presence on the edge of the latest charred settlement. He found himself forced to squint as the magical wind swept through and cleared the...
Christopher Cain Fontenot, Guildmaster of the Ladies in Waiting, begins his one-man invasion against the province of Rioginna with an unholy fury. A towering figure with eyes burning like molten embers, he strides across the landscape, a living incarnation of fire and wrath. The air around him...
Christopher took a moment to seclude himself in the Guildmaster’s office. It was spacious, almost opulent in nature. There were a number of magical artifacts, trophies from previous hunts, and paintings on display at regular intervals. Any wall space left over found itself filled end to end with...
Christopher heaved a sigh of relief as the last of the ships left. He ran a hand through his beard, looking over the area from his raised platform. It would take at least a day or two for them to reach the first destination. They would not reach the last for at least a week, meaning the next...
Based in Savanaun, the Ladies in Waiting had built their headquarters on the bank of a river that ran across the continent. It connected the Kraken Sea to the Erovian Sea. Officially, it contributed heavily to the import and export of raw material throughout the continent and nearby islands...
Full Name: Christopher Cain Fontenot
Name: Christopher
Surname(s): Fontenot
Age: Twenty-Six (26), Born 896 AWH
Title(s): Guildmaster of the Ladies in Waiting, Head of the Fontenot Family, Grandmaster Magician, Head Researcher
Nickname(s): Chris, Cain
Sex: Male
Appearance: Image Above
Magic...
Name: Fontenot and the Ladies in Waiting
Type: Merchant Guild, Shadow Organization
Brief Description: Founded in 772 AWH by the Fontenot family, the Ladies in Waiting are dedicated to capturing and studying Anomalies. Byproducts of a world rich in Magic, Anomalies are creatures that defy the...
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