 YOUNG ALEXANDRIA: baby baptism, 926 sitting with violin (A) with violin (B) with Malveaux (A) / (B) with Malveaux, 935 (A) / (B) / (C) / (D) her violin: hi-res ADULT ALEXANDRIA: Harmony of the Spheres, 943 (A) / (B) Harmony of the Spheres photo Behind the Stage, 945 (A)/(B)/(C)/(D) Sophia implores Alex to not leave, 945 playing the violin a portrait Zork Musical Academy, class of 946 the wedding, 945 (A)/(B)/(C)/(D)/(E)/(F) the sacrifice, 945 (A) / (B) / (C) Alexandria's spirit in Mausoleum, 949 Alexandra's spirit beneath temple, 949 the second sacrifice, 949 Alex & Lucien escape temple, 949 Alex & Lucien restored, 949 (A) / (B) CONCERT POSTERS: "Air on a Grue String" "Concerto for Violin and Frobophone" "Music for the Moon" "Harmony of the Spheres" (A) / (B) "Descent of Yoruk into Hell" Alexandria's Locket (A) / (B) Lucien's Paintings of Alexandria (A) / (B) |
EARLY LIFE OF ALEXANDRIA
Alexandria Wolfe was born to Zoe Wolfe in 925 under what a group of four alchemists called the "perfect connection of stars and moon." While the egg was still within Zoe's womb, Dr. Sartorius injected it with some sort of purified sperm to ensure that Alexandria would be the perfect specimen for their alchemical ritual. The four alchemists involved in this plot were Thaddeus Kaine, Sophia Hamilton, Erasmus Sartorius, and Francois Malveaux. Zoe died soon after the birth under mysterious circumstances; it was later confirmed that Sartorius had murder her. Zoe's locket was passed on to her daughter.
In order to be the perfect victim for their sacrifice, it was essential that Alexandria be brought up in purity and religion without any form of sexual intercourse and to be filled continuously with the Harmony of the Spheres. To ensure that her progress could be carefully monitored and controlled, Bishop Francois Malveaux was granted permission to raise the child within the ascetic Steppinthrax Monastery after he contrived a convincing tale that Alexandria had been left on their doorstep as the daughter of an illegitimate peasant.
In 926 Malveaux invited the remainder of the cabal to the Steppinthrax Monastery to participate in the infant's baptism ceremony. Alexandria, wrapped in a silver cloth, was held in the air above a stone basin by Malveaux as he rose her into the beam of light coming down from above as the four together chanted and performed an alchemical rite. Alexandria was then raised by Malveaux as an orphan, with a focus on ensuring her spiritual progess and the purification of her soul through the Harmony of the Spheres.
It was certain that Alexandria was born with a musical gift. From the age of three, as she grew under the loving, yet controlling hand of Malveaux, Alexandria would have a genius for melody. Strong-willed, defiant, and iconoclastic, she would learn to play the violin. What Malveaux did not expect was that he would grow to love Alexandria as his own child.
In 935, at the age of 10, Alexandria was thin, waif like, with unsettling eyes and pale skin. Her primary focus had been upon her violin performance and strict morality. Her innocence over the course of her childhood is depicted in the following undated diary entries:
Dear
Diary,
I
wonder where my mommy is. All I have left of her is this locket. Father
says if
I am good, I will get to see her one day in heaven.
Sometimes
I hear these in my head. Father says they are divine.
Father
Malveaux had not anticipated that he would grow to treat Alexandria as
his own
daughter. On a certain day after sharing with her that she would be
leaving the
Monastery, he listened to her perform a violin piece in her bedroom.
Reposed in
a lush velvet chair, he watched her play, concentrating deeply on the
music
before her, “Harmony of the Spheres Concerto for Violin and Orchestra.”
His
long, healthy, well-groomed tresses framed a plump face; he was a
pampered man.
A huge ruby ring glittered on his manicured hand. There was a harsh
look on his
soft face, contrasting sharply with the soothing music of the strings.
When
Alexandria noticed his disturbance, she ceased suddenly and with
concern asked,
“Father?”
Trying
to put on a façade of peace, Malveaux smiled benignly at her and
replied, “Your
music was lovely, Alexandria. Like the harmony of the spheres.” He
opened an
arm, inviting her to come to him.
While
heeding his beckons, she sat on his knee, setting aside her violin,
“Then why
does it make you so unhappy?”
He
placed on arm around the precious child, drawing her close and
smoothing her
shining hair. He looks into her eyes while she smoothed his hair. “I
was
thinking how much I am going to miss it…” A world of regret, pain, and
guilt
flickered for a nanosecond in his eyes, and then it was gone. “…when
you’ve
gone.”
“Why
can’t you visit me at the Conservatory?” she asked, looking sorrowful.
He
shook off the mood. “I can.”
“And,”
there was a grin, “since I’m never getting married…”
“Oh.”
His smile broadened. “You’re sure you destiny is a nunnery?”
Alexandria
smiled back and nodded confidently. “I can come back here and play for
you.
Until you’re old and feeble and totally deaf. Forever and ever.”
Malveaux
tapped her on the nose, and then seeing that distant thing in his
mind’s eye,
lost his smile. “Amen, my child.”
But
it would be approximately two years before the Frigid River Branch
Conservatory
would be Alexandria’s new home.
ALEXANDRIA AT THE CONSERVATORY
Malveaux kept Alexandria at the Monastery for two years following the Grand Inquisitor's demand for her to depart. It was not until the beginning of 938, when Sophia received the thirteen year old Alexandria into the Frigid River Branch Conservatory. As a young adult, Alexandria was not content to be the most gifted musician in the land, to perform the classics with unparalleled precision. So she defied convention—creating complex, challenging performances, sometimes too challenging for the general public. (Her report cards gave her high marks for performance, dedication and detailed playing, but the artistic ability and concentration sections were low). In fact, some people feared Alexandria. Another rumor was whispered—that she was possessed by her musical talent, that her ability came from being the bastard child of the Dark One. Alexandria ignored it all. She wanted to be alone. These feelings are related, not only in her own writings, but also those of Madame Sophia.
An early undated letter which Alexandria addressed to Malveaux:
Dear father, I am enjoying my time here. Sophia seems to have taken a liking to me and treats me very well. I am composing much music, although my teachers say it is extreme and too unconventional for their taste. I find it is the only way I am able to play. Take care of yourself and do not worry about me.
Alexandria is doing well. She is not particularly well liked and appears to be somewhat of a loner. She is stubborn and her music is wild and eccentric. We are trying to tone her down. How did she get like this? What did you do to her while she was at the monastery? Maybe it is part of the process.
Alexandria,
The
path to purification is through the magic of the notes.
Love Sophia.
Dearest
Malveaux,
You
will be glad to know Alexandria is flourishing here. She has a gift, of
that I
am certain. I have given her books on the Harmony of the Spheres and I
believe
she hears the notes in her dreams. Such a queer little thing; I see how
she has
won your heart, old monk.
This is a difficult process. At
times I am
uncertain—I don’t know how hard to push—but I will not let you down.
Such
strange parents we make.
Sophia
Dear
Father,
I
miss you. Madame Sophia seems to be paying much attention to me. She
believes
that in my soul, I possess the very power of music, and with practice I
will
find the precious notes which are the “Harmony of the Spheres.” I’m not
so
sure. Everyone believes my music is strange. Do you think me strange? I
know I
am lonely.
Always
missing you,
Alexandria
I
can’t sleep anymore. I hear music in my dreams. In my dreams, I see
water
spilling out of pipes and tidal waves sucking me down. In my bones, I
feel that
something wrong is going on. Are you alight? I am worried about you.
Have you
been seeing Dr. Sartorius? I hope his treatments are working. Please
write and
let me know that everything is fine.
ALEXANDRIA AND LUCIEN KAINE
Following her Arch 5, 943 performance under the stars, “Music for the Moon,” by the river of the Frigid River Branch Conservatory, Alexandria, at the age of 18, again played “Harmony of the Spheres” as the final performance on the evening of Oracle 15 at what Sophia Hamiliton called her "debut performance." Her music was complex, perhaps even atonal, daring, compelling, unafraid to shock and a little strange—in fact, it reflected the musician's persona. When she finished, there was no response from the audience—only a long silence. A glimmer of uncertainty came over Alexandria’s face. Then, from the box opposite, came the sound of one person clapping—Lucien Kaine was applauding enthusiastically. They held each other’s gaze. Lucien continued his solitary approbation. After the concert was over, Alexandria and Lucien met for the first time. Lucien had proved to be an eccentric, obsessive artists, who was content to live in relative isolation and loneliness, until that night. Alexandria was a gifted violinist and her intense intellect and beauty captivated him. With Lucien, the quiet, inward Alexandria found expression. For here was a man who shared her emotional fervor; a man as independent-minded as she. But most of all, here was a man who lit a flame that illuminated the empty spaces in her life. Together, they were complete.
But not all as well. The infuriated Sophia saw that Lucien was an intervention into their smooth plan. She had to keep them apart, because if they came together, all the alchemists’ years of possessive preservation of Alexandria’s purity would disappear in an instant. Despite their dismay, Alexandria joyfully contacted Malveaux (943-05-01):
Dear
father,
I’ve
met someone and for the first time in months I feel optimistic about
the
future. I sleep. I dream. His name is Lucien Kaine, and he is the one
person,
except for you, who seems to understand my music. When around him I
don’t have
to apologize for who I am or what I believe. I’ve finally found my
kindred
spirit, as you always promised I would.
Be
happy for me!
your Alexandria.
From that point on, the alchemists attempted to sublimely wrench the two lovers apart. As Sophia attempted to tighten her hold, Alexandria grew increasingly defiant and rebellious. Thaddeus forcibly forbade his son Lucien to have contact with Alexandria, but he did not listen. Nothing his father said or did would stop him. Tension and suspicious grew. Nevertheless, the four alchemists continued to pursue their art, while the romance between the two lovers intensified:
Lucien,
I
love you. Have I written you that today? I’m distracted and playing
quite
horribly. I have been having nightmares again, the same ones. My father
is
performing some Zorkastrian fire ritual, and the flames leap up, higher
and
higher, until they devour him. He screams in pain but I cannot move.
Then the
sky grows dark and I cannot see the sun. I don’t know what it means. I
know I
worry as his illness worsens. Come tonight. I am afraid.
Alexandria
Alexandria,
I
paint, I write, I draw and I miss you. My father wants me to join his
army in
their fight against the Enchanter’s Guild and Ellron. He’s been our
nemesis for
so long, I feel I know him intimately. Magic, powers and politics, When
did
they get so complicated and corrupt? My father says he fights in the
name of
honor and truth. No truth I know of. Medicine, Education, Law and
Religion:
they mean nothing to me. My only trust is you and your music.
Lucien
…it’s
just that I don’t understand your relationship with your father. If you
don’t
believe in Kaine’s wars, if you won’t fight his battles, just tell him.
Don’t
sabotage his campaign against Ellron, and don’t steal from him. He is a
good
man, who has raised a good son. You must know he loves you, as do I,
your
devoted.
Alexandria.
My
dear girl,
Please
do not be upset. Madame Sophia wants only the best for you. You will
always be
my child, my only family. But you must always remember that you are one
of
those people for whom life has chosen a special destiny. We all believe
in your
magical talent. Be pure of heart and spirit, and I shall always be
your
loving father
Lucien began to suspect that there was something greater going on with his father than he first thought. In this letter, found at the Frigid River Branch Conservatory, he proposed secretly leaving the Eastlands with Alexandria (944-12-12):
Alexandria—
There is something going on with my father. I thought it was something to do with Thaddium and his battles with Ellron. Now I suspect it is far more dangerous than that. He says little of his latest invention, only that it involves pure lead—and it is very dangerous. My father would not harm us, but I fear he cannot save us either. You once said you wanted to explore the Empire, voyage across the Great Sea. Come with me.
Lucien
Judging
from the nature of a few correspondences between Alexandria and Lucien,
the two lovers began to understand that some sort of conspiracy or
scheme was going on behind their backs that was deeper than either of
them would have anticipated.
Lucien,
I
discovered M. Sophia has a secret lab. I heard the five sacred notes
and looked
in to see her boiling some green crystals. What do you make of it?
Alexandria
Alexandria—
I
will meet you behind the stage tomorrow at midnight. I think I have
discovered
something strange.
Lucien
L-
Meet
me behind the backdrops at midnight. I think I have found something
that may
shed some light on the Director’s strange goings-on.
-A
Another likely unsent letter, as it was found crumpled on the floor of Thaddeus Kaine’s bedroom in Irondune:
Alexandria,
we must get out of here. I don’t know what is going on but I believe my
father
is involved. I don’t know what they want…
Alexandria grabbed her locket off the floor which was lying beside her violin. Lucien had lowered his shirt for her gaze and she studied him coolly—like he was an object. He was very awkward and self-conscious. Alexandria moved away from her belongings to join him.
“I feel like a fool,” Lucien stated.
“Mmm. A beautiful fool,” she returned.
Alexandria trusted her arm at him and the locket’s silver chain spilled out of her clenched fist. She opened her fist and showed it to him. Inside was a picture of her mother, Zoe Wolfe.
“Here, this is for you. I want you to wear it.”
Lucien nodded, transfixed. She rose on tiptoe to clasp the locket around his neck. Their faces were close, and moving closer, into an embrace, but Sophia’s voice calmly interrupted out of their range of sight.
“Alexandria.”
Lucien pulled back guiltily. The moment was broken, but Alexandria still tried to kiss Lucien in order to spit the meddling Sophia who had caught them together. Lucien refused, drawing his shirt back on.
“Lucien.” Sophia was shocked by his presence, staring as he dressed. “What a…pleasant…surprise.” She noticed the locket around his neck. “Your locket.”
Lucien, very self-conscious, slipped the locket from around his neck.
“I’ve never seen it off you,” Sophia finished.
Alexandria would not deign to answer.
Sophia took the locket into her hand, pretending to admire it. “It’s lovely.” Then she accidentally dropped it, feigning to be upset. “Oh!”
The broken part of the locket fell on the floorboards, bounced, then slid through a crack in the stage floor. The broken piece continued its downward flight, coming to rest on the floor, near a pool of water in the boiler room, glittering in the darkness.
Following this
event, Alexandria wrote to Malveaux regarding her discion to marry
Lucien (945-05-22):
Father,
You
are the only one I can confide in. The girls here are gossipy and
jealous. They
think I am strange—and I must say, I agree. I don’t fit in here. I have
tried
over and over to play the sappy and boring music they find fitting. I
have
tried to be sweet, I have tried to care—but I don’t. There is something
strange
going on and I have to get out of here. It is best. Lucien wants to
marry me.
And I want to marry him. Please understand that this is right for me. I
know
that you will. We will come to you at the next full moon. Marry us and
give us
your blessing for the future. I know your concern for “purity of the
spirit”
but remember, not all of us are destined to marry Yoruk and live in a
Monastery.
A.
You
are right. Something is going on. We must leave. I wrote Father,
telling him
everything and asking him to marry us. Father will miss me, but he’ll
understand. We will escape to the Westlands. I’m not frightened,
Lucien; I know
everything will be all right, if I am with you. Does that sound
childish? I’ve
never felt more a woman—and I am, as always,
your Alexandria
Alexandria
lay on the bed, while Sophia sat on its edge. They were only lit by the
light of
an oil lamp. Sophia talked quietly, regressing into her heart. She
spoke with thought
and deep commitment.
“I
know the power of love. It attacks your heart until you have no power
to fight.
Sometimes it picks men who’ll only hurt you. It becomes stronger than
you, and
sometimes you end up doing stupid things, enduring infidelities…and
still
there’s nothing you can do because you love him.” Sophia realized that
she had
revealed more than she wanted to, and smiled wanly.
Alexandria
replied, “I’m in love with Lucien, and that’s my business.”
“Alexandria,
I want you to find love. But I don’t want you to lose anything by
finding it. I
was a pianist. I wasn’t like you—a genius—but some thought I had
talent. Some
thought I could be…great. And I gave it up because I thought I was in
love.”
“I
want to make my own mistakes.”
“I
listen to your music,” Sophia continued, undaunted, “to the passion and
brilliance of it, and I know that you are not ordinary. Don’t you see
that?”
She leaned forward and put her hands on Alexandria’s arms. “You are
brilliant.
Important.” Then she whispered, “Magical. Please don’t throw away this
power.”
“I
won’t. I’ll always play the violin. Even after I die. I’ll play.”
“It’s
not worth it. Let him wait. Please. Don’t leave.”
Sophia
got up from the bed, kissed Alexandria on the forehead, and picked up
the lamp
to leave.
Adamantly refusing to heed the warnings of Sophia, Alexandria travelled to the Steppinthrax Monastery to elope with Lucien. Thaddeus Kaine was contacted and hasted for the Monastery with two of his armed soldiers. That night, Malveaux stood with Alexandria and Lucien in the catehdral of the Monastery, unaware fully of the conspiracy transpiring around them.
Besides
the three, the room was bare of occupants. The couple’s beaming faces
glistened
with love for one another. Neither was dressed in anything expensive
for the
wedding—both suits proclaimed casual formality and nothing of glamour.
Lucien
was in his normal garments, while the black dress and flowers of
Alexandria
reflected the haste with which their plans were made, as well as her
strange
imagination. Malveaux gripped a holy book in one hand.
Alexandria
had a moment of intimacy with Malveaux, while Lucien waited at the
altar. She
teased him, much like when she was but a young girl. “Today you’re my
father
and my priest. You have to give me away, and then you have to marry me.”
Malveaux
seemed distracted as though his mind was possessed by other things and
that she
was a little annoying. “Alexandria, your mind is always working…”
She
kissed his cheek and then joined Lucien. He grasped her left hand with
both of
his.
“This
is an extraordinary day,” Alexandria spoke, radiantly jubilant.
“As
befits my extraordinary child.” Malveaux took his place before the two
at the
front of the cathedral. Then, opening his book, he continued, “Now…
It’s time
for us to begin. Under the fire of Yoruk...”
Suddenly
the doors burst open. The shout of Thaddeus Kaine reverberated
throughout the
vast cathedral. “No, I think actually it’s time for all this to finally
end.”
Turning,
the couple spied Lucien’s father marching into the room, flanked by two
Irondune soldiers. They walked briskly towards the front. Kaine
gestured and
the two soldiers apprehended the befuddled Lucien, who could only reply
almost
stunned, “What are you doing?”
“You’re
being arrested,” Kaine returned coldly, and disturbingly placid.
“For
what?”
As
the two soldiers dragged Lucien before his father, wide-eyed Alexandria
protested hysterical, “Leave him alone!”
Without
much of a struggle, Lucien broke free from the soldiers and adamantly
stated,
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Kaine
wordlessly retaliated with a strong slap across Lucien’s face. The two
soldiers
again restrained Lucien and ushered him forcibly towards the doorway.
Alexandria
shouted, “Please, stop!! Leave him alone. Lucien!!” Dauntless, she
tried to run
after Lucien, but Kaine blocked her with his big body. She stared
directly into
the eyes of the stringent, ill-tempered man and straightforwardly
asked, “Why
are you doing this?”
Countering
with an icy, unsympathetic stare that pierced the depths of her soul,
Kaine set
his back to her and tromped down the hallway without explanation.
Turning
around, Alexandria yelled, “Father, help me!” But Malveaux had
vanished.
Desperately she looked around the room. Confused and betrayed, she
could barely
force the words past her numbing lips, “Father!?”
Disconcerted, Alexandria returned to the Frigid River Branch Conservatory alone. There, on Augur 1, 945, the depressed woman would manifest her dismay by performing “Descent of Yoruk into Hell.”
THE SACRIFICE (945 GUE)
With Lucien firmly out of the way, imprisoned within the Irondune dungeon, the four alchemists hastily finalized their plans for Alexandria’s sacrifice. They abucted Alexandria and brought her to the Temple of Agrippa to be sacrificed. Her body was useless; it was her pure spirit that they required. In the meantime, Lucien Kaine escaped from his Irondune cell and hastily made his way for the Temple of Agrippa.
The
alchemists, dressed in their ceremonial attire, gathered in the dome
room of
the Temple of Agrippa to invoke the Great Eclipse. Sophia restrained
Alexandria, who violently struggled to gain her freedom. Sartorius
forced a
bowl to her lips, steam swirling out of the liquid. She drank and her
eyes
instantly began to droop.
The
four alchemists placed Alexandria upon the altar in the center of the
temple;
an altar which they had personally constructed. She was sitting up, but
only
with the help of Sartorius and Kaine. Sophia made a last brush stroke
through
her dark hair, then set down the brush to take a white veil, which she
placed
over the head of their virgin sacrifice.
Alexandria’s
cloth-covered body was lowered upon the altar. She was sleeping
peacefully. Kaine
held the alchemy book. All gathered around the altar, with their hands
outstretched over her body, except for Malveaux, who raised a
sacrificial
dagger into the air. He began to chant as the four alchemists
chanted with him in unison.
Sophia
closed her eyes, swaying to the sound. The intensity increased.
Sartorius waved
his hands above the altar symbols. The symbols began to spin. The knife
of
Malveaux lifted higher. It hovered for a beat above Alexandria.
Beyond
them, at the top of the stairs leading to the altar, Lucien suddenly
rushed
into the room, crying out, “No!”
But
was too late, for Malveaux drove the dagger into Alexandria, taking the
life of
the young woman. She convulsed. The culmination of their dark ritual
was
finished, and they knew they would soon become immortal creatures.
Just
at the moment when they were becoming empowered, the rage of the
warrior came
to the fore. The chagrinned Lucien, entangled by blind rage ran up to
the altar
and rushed for Malveaux. Easily overtaking the frail monk, he pushed
him
backward. The momentum threw Malveaux back toward the railing that
surrounded
the altar. He fell and was impaled on the shard finial of the banister.
Malveaux
gagged and gasped with the metal piercing entirely through his body.
Sartorius
tried to get away, but quickly spinning around, Lucien picked up a
candle and
flung it at him. Sartorius’ robe caught on fire, engulfing him in
flames. As he
burned, Lucien looked to the altar where Sophia was trying to complete
the
ceremony with Alexandria’s body. He approached her.
In
despair, Sophia muttered with fear, “No, please don’t! No.”
But
Lucien was not sedated. He reached both hands around her neck and
strangled her
beneath her punitive whining, “Noooooo!” Dead, he tossed her to the
floor.
Lucien
looked in anguish at Alexandria, who lay dead with the sacrificial
knife deep
in her chest. Then he looked up across the altar and saw his father
glowering
at him. Yanking the bloody dagger out of Alexandria’s chest, Lucien
turned to
face his father, who contemptuously stood his ground fearlessly placid.
Had
Lucien not been consumed by his terrible bombastic rage, he would have
noticed
that his father was eerily calm. They stared into each other’s eyes,
until Lucien
placed the knife upon his father’s throat for a moment, just as
Thaddeus Kaine
had dared him to do in their previous encounter. But his father did not
wince. He simply lifted his hands in the
air as if in
a state of worship, a martyr pleased to accept his death. And unlike
before,
Lucien stabbed deeply into the throat of his own father and he fell
dead.
Dropping
the knife, Lucien leapt upon the altar, crawling over the lifeless body
of his
beloved Alexandria, and sat over her. His eyes were glued to her and
already
filled with the haunted, hunted look of the Nemesis. He touched her
face, the
lifted up his hands to shield his own as though an invisible entity
were coming
down upon him. And he screamed, “NOOOO!” in a voice that was not his
own, but
hideously demonic—the primal yell of anguished filled the entire temple.
As a result of the conflict, Lucien, initially a young innocent, was transformed into the embittered, tortured dark force known as the Nemesis at the moment he watched all those whom he had trusted plunge a dagger into his lover’s heart. Though the ceremony was incomplete, Alexandria’s spirit was dispersed throughout the temple and remained trapped within. Unable to return to his life back in New Kivolli, Lucien stayed at the Temple of Agrippa mourning his lover. He initially buried her in the mausoleum in front of the temple. However, he could not accept her death and dug her up, placing her preserved body deep within the temple, on the site of the original temple altar. Obsessed with the death of his lover, Lucien dedicated the remainder of his life to finding the secret of bringing Alexandria back to life—a secret he knew his father and the cabal had already discovered. Lucien became obsessed with the occult and spent all his fortune searching out every occultist in the land. From quacks to scholars, he sought out their advice and discoveries to no avail. He obtained much knowledge, but could implement only two powers—keeping the body of his lover in stasis, and trapped the souls of the dead cabal in their sarcophagi. Still, he was unable to find the secret of the Philosopher’s Stone or the Elixir of Life.
The hope of Alexandria's restoration came with a lone female pilgrim who travelled to the Temple of Agrippa under the influence of the Second Dungeon Master. The spirit of Alexandria (as well as the four alchemists and Lucien) was still trapped within the temple environment. She was able to react to the pilgrim's stimulation but went off on her own dialogue course. She worked in this fashion because she was imprisoned in another dimension. Certain enchanted objects were able to invoke her, but she was not completely free.
Alexandria resonated with this pilgrim during her trek to the temple courtyard, her voice drifting into her senses,
This female pilgrim learned the arts of alchemy. Initially deceived into revived the four alchemists by mistake, she later repented for this action by forging the quintessence and using it to permanently destroy them. This resulted in the fleshly resurrection of both Alexandria and Lucien. Holding hands, they directed the pilgrim out of the temple. Once the three emerged, the entire Temple of Agrippa exploded behind them, leaving nothing but scattered ruins. Lucien and Alexandria invited the pilgrim to come with them and they departed through a gate towards the waning eclipse.
What became of Lucien Kaine and Alexandria Wolfe is unknown, except that Lucien’s life ended sometime before the end of the First Age of Magic (966 GUE), when he would meet his illegitimate son, Spike the Protector, face-to-face in Hades. His fate in the treacherous underworld makes one wonder if he ever truly repented for his crimes against the alchemists.
OTHER NOTES:
The alchemical cabal
classified Alexandria with the following alchemical information:
Planet: Luna (the moon)
Element: none
Metal: silver
Zodiac: Yipple