My readers may have noticed that the Sage Alaura had deep impact on the Tanian society. Like Commander Sean, she served as a foil to Dar Tania at a time when it would have been easy for the barbarian tribespeople to go full military. She showed them, by example, an alternative to rule. Her friendship with Dar, Ana, and most importantly, the Patriarch of Ice Ynt’taris, allowed the country to have a cultural focus not overtly dominated by the military or the Temple. While both remained important, principles like education, regal grace, and calm-headedness insinuated its way into an empire that would not have even paused to care about such things.
When Ynt’taris accepted her as his rider, Alaura became “the Sage.” Ynt’taris’ perspective on the fall of Merakor, the eldar, and why Alerius does what he does became the core of her learnings and she wrote them all down. While not considered Temple dogma, her work serves as a secular counterpart to the early growth of the empire and how and why doctrines rose and fell in importance. If Sean was the true love of Dar Tania, Alaura was the true love of the empire. She is honored with statues and her writings as art throughout the empire. Often presented with wings, light, and a feather quill, Alaura dominates the culture of Tania in a way that no other founder has since. In Sora, she is lesser known though copies of her writings were gifted to the Pragmatic Order of Pha Rann and have slowly promulgated from there.
This sketch of Alaura shows her in detail. Like most Sorans, she is fair with pale complexion. She is not a fighter. While she has some magic ability, it was all focused on her studies though she did play a role in the defeat of the Slaads, told in Dar 2: Set’s Dream.
Update on Khalla’s Play. I’ve started writing the climax of the story. There have been some twists and turns in the intrepid group’s journey. It has taken them into a dark underground catacomb infested with the undead.
I also went hiking into Shenandoah National Park last night after work. One of my favorite campsites was attacked by falling tree banches, so I had to move on. I ended up way up on a ridge and, after setting up camp, I pulled out my laptop and wrote. It’s a guilty pleasure. The next morning, today, I found a pool of water full of autumn leaves. With the sun peaking over the ridge and no bugs, I opened my laptop and wrote some more. It was fantastically inspiring.