When he mentioned “them”, he meant of course the light-forged, single minded entities born from the light that had done war with his kind in an attempt at occupying and filling the dark void they called their home. Among these light-forged, the worst of the worst were known as the Sephirah, high and mighty generals that sentenced thousands of their own kind just to spring a trap that sealed away Thagirion and his brethren inside of a massive tree on a far-away planet. While barren at first, the material prison the Sephirah called a “prison tree” continued to grow across the planet as it fed on the abyssals that had been trapped within, stripping them of their powers and their sanity as time progressed. When the time came when Thagirion felt his own power started to get zapped away, he knew what needed to be done.
As soon as the infighting among his kind began, he sought out the one that was as strong, or maybe even stronger than he was, and struck him dead in an act meant to assert dominance. To take things ever further, he began cannibalizing the remains, feeling that his powers were gradually returning and rising beyond what he had in him before. Starting a period where fighting to the death and cannibalizing became the new norm within the realm of the prison tree, the only way to survive was to partake in it as the tree would otherwise drain you until death followed. Continuing to murder and kill his way through the ones that were at one point in time his own people, he now considered them as nothing more than a threat. More importantly, he considered them a source of food and a means to uphold his strength while incarcerated.
When there was no one left to kill or even to feed on, Thagirion went into a state of hibernation, fueling the tree with his now nearly endless pool of magical power and life force. As thousands and even millions of years passed, he awoke on the other side of the tree for some reason that was at that point still beyond him. Stuck inside of a material body instead of the mighty ethereal body he possessed, he could tell that he only had a fraction of his former powers left, likely due to the tree draining him for millennia. Speaking to some of the denizens of that place, which seemed to also possess physical forms that greatly differed from his own, he was told that their mighty overlord in the stone had tricked a powerful magus into giving up his life for the sake of the world he found himself on.
Calling the place the Greenscape, Thagirion became quite interested in what went on and chose to go look for this lord of theirs. After a long time of searching, he encountered a magical source of power so great that it just had to be the thing he was looking for. In an attempt at keeping him away, Thagirion callously dispatched several guards by releasing the black that made up the very core of his being while questioning and at the same time threatening the stone that seemed to contain whatever it was that controlled this place. As it turned out, Thagirion and his fellow abyssals had not been the only ones condemned to a life imprisoned upon the planet. When the light had won the war and the abyssals had been sealed, thousands of years of creation had followed.
Learning that, in his absence, the primordial void had been filled up with an entire “universe” of material spheres called “planets”, there came a point where the light itself no longer needed to be present within this particular dimension and decided that it was time to move on. When it did, it realized that the very creatures it had created to combat the darkness were no longer needed and could most likely not keep their warring nature under control once their governing force left. So in a final act, the light destroyed all of the light-forged and the Sephirah alike, leaving only one and encasing him within impenetrable rock. Planting this rock at the core of the planet, it would allow the Qliphah prison to keep functioning while he himself could look after the planet forever from a stationary position. When Thagirion mocked it for being a fool for blindly invading and killing his kind, the stone entity retorted.
Claiming that they were both sealed away on this planet, it had concocted a plan that could potentially set it free. His very purpose here had been to make sure that those that inhabited the primordial darkness would never be able to get out, so by doing the exact opposite, the last of the Sephirah believed that it would set him free too. Unfortunately, instead of releasing an entire race of darkness dwellers, only a single one was released, locked inside of the reconfigured body of the very being that had been tricked into setting the Qliphah free. In other words, Thagirion was still stuck, but was no longer locked up. Accepting that his kind had perished a long time ago and that the primordial void he came from had likely been eradicated the moment they lost the war, he was strangely okay with being condemned at living out his days in a somewhat mortal shell.
Letting him know that the one responsible for him being free from the tree prison was known as Kether, Thagirion recognized him as the mastermind behind the plot that sealed away his people and took away his home and freedom. While he could likely break the stone and kill the Sephirah inside with a bit of luck, Thagirion instead let Kether know the name of the one he had set free upon the world. Spitting on the stone, he flipped it off and left the stone behind where it stood as he looked for a way out. Strangely enough, he seemed to have retained a lot of things that this body knew, ranging from things such as muscle memory to actual memories. One such memory being how to get out of this place and make his way towards a place inhabited by the mortals called “humans”, he figured that it was likely going to be a better environment for him as he would at least look like everyone else there.
Upon finally making it out of the other world, the first thing he did was orient himself, which was a lot harder than it seemed. Not being used to being a four dimensional being, just having to deal with things such as gravity and linear motion was quite a struggle for him. That, and making sure these beings would not come to fear and turn on him was a whole ordeal with which he had been struggling for months. Doing so by sticking to the outskirts and small towns for a long time, he eventually ventured into the city in order to take over the mannerisms and manners of speech from these people as a means of blending in. While things went wrong at times and those believing themselves to be responsible for getting rid of him, Thagirion had to get rid of various bodies in his pursuit of appearing more … human.
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Wandering through the city, concealed under a dark coat with a furry white collar, Thagirion had just made his way out of one of the local diners. While most humans were inherently boring, if there was one thing they did right, it was their knowledge of preparing delicious and unique dishes. In the past months he spent blending in, he learned of all of the different regions of the world and that they all had different rulers watching over many different cities and towns. While that by itself was not that interesting, the fact that all of these different regions and sub-regions seemed to have their own culinary expertise was. With each using different kinds of ingredients and means of preparation, he had made it into somewhat of a personal quest to eat everything this world had to offer at least once. Due to his incredibly longevity, him dying of old age was likely several hundreds of years away, so he had the time to undertake such a quest.
With an entire stuffed turkey and several pitchers of sugary mead filling up his belly, the owner of the diner had been quite surprised to see that Thagirion walked out as if nothing was wrong. To a being such as himself, the effects alcohol have on the body meant nothing. Tossing a small satchel with jewels towards the barkeep to pay for the food and the drinks, he seemed to have paid quite a large sum more than he owed. Again, such mortal inventions meant little to him, though he did understand the need to keep plenty of currency around if one wanted to get things done in this world. While intimidation and mayhem seemed to get the message across just fine, having to hide more bodies was not worth the hassle and being bothered by people who deemed themselves fit to enforce the law were knuckleheaded buffoons to say the least.
If nothing else, the city of Crocus seemed to be in possession of quite the tall amount of buffoonery and plenty of idiots that believed to be authorities on the intricate workings of the world and on magic. While he himself was still an adept at figuring out how the material world and many of the things residing within it truly functioned, by now, he understood enough about human beings to know when someone was bluffing his ass off. And bluffing was something he was seeing quite a bit of around here, along with needless posturing and the previously mentioned idiocy. With his dark hair, indigo-colored eyes and his wardrobe which was a mixture of flamboyance and stature, there were still a fair amount of people referring to him as Solmar. While he was indeed the exact replica of the former Wizard Saint Solmar Starshade, he upheld the lie that he was in fact his twin brother.
While a cheap lie if nothing else, the fact that very few people truly knew Solmar due to his nomadic nature meant that there were only a handful of people on the very planet itself that truly knew what he was like. For this reason, keeping the lie going and making sure others bought it was not exactly all that hard on him. Continuing to wander about without really having a place to go to, he just continued to ponder on things while keeping an eye on his surroundings and figuring out what it was that he truly wanted to be doing. At this point in time, he was up for just about anything to keep the impending boredom at bay for just a little bit longer.