Tritaihatreis Vendrae

Basic Information

Demonym: No specific demonym, "member of the thirty-three lines" or its equivalent in the language of Tritaihatreis is typically used.
Language: Tritaihatreisdnghu, though runes can be used for the names of members of the thirty-three lines and beings tied to them.
Population: Extremely small, only 2 known.
Average Lifespan: Biologically immortal.
Alignment: Chaotic evil, although members sometimes only exhibit one axis or the other.
Intelligence: Typically above the human average, simply due to most members' age.
Public Knowledge: None, in modern times.
Magical Proficiency: Members of the Tritaihatreis Vendrae must have magic. See Anatomy & Racial Details for more information.

Anatomy & Racial Details

The Tritaihatreis Vendrae, translated into Fioran as the thirty-three lines, are a race of extraplanars from a world known only as Tritaihatreis. Innately violent and magical in nature, members of the thirty-three lines appear to be relatively humanoid, enough so that most can disguise themselves as human whether through magic or more conventional means, however there are still marked differences between the two.

While humanity is largely known to be a mundane race, magic of course present in some individuals but not required for life, as previously mentioned all members of the thirty-three lines possess this gift, and to them it is not a gift at all, simply a part of themselves. Their magic is not separate to their identity, simply another facet of it, and for that reason any member of the lines stripped of their power will die within a relatively short period of such happening. That being said, stripped and confined are not one and the same, and indeed ripping a member's magic from them is a nigh impossible task that has only been accomplished a few times in the entire race's history, to extremely excruciating results.

There are several more obvious factors that also distinguish full blooded members of the thirty-three lines, the most predominant one being the set, or on the royal occasion two sets, of horns that protrude in various ways from their heads. These growths are invariably dark gray to black in color, and are unique to each member although genetics do play a role in determining the shape they take, along with an individual's personality. As well, members also have extended canines and sharpened premolars. Both these traits develop upon reaching adulthood, at the same time the dark gray or black mark found on their visage during the formative years fading, it initially being indicative of the line they are a member of although somewhat varied from child to child. Their eye colors are also determined by the line they are a part of, hues that span the human spectrum but also further, encompassing all except black and white. The lines' blood perfectly matches their eyes, and in regard to the substance it gives them a variety of superhuman abilities tied in closely to their magical capabilities, the universal being mundane disease and poison immunity, however benefits sometimes also stretching to the magical variants of such and to quicker regeneration. Members of the thirty-three lines also have an inability to form scar tissue, and severed limbs and the like grow back naturally, given enough time.

Culture & Government

The thirty-three lines are a race steeped in bloodshed, enough so that to say they have left oceans of it in their wake of destruction is no hyperbole. Their very culture and government is also based off the substance, a central pillar of society being known as the Esharsukedeum, or succession by blood. This tenet is many things, however it first and foremost details the lineage of the thirty-three lines.

Each line is descended from a single lord or lady of great magical prowess, the very first of the thirty-three lines. The original heads of each line had the ability to transfer their blood to other sentient races on Tritaihatreis, any individual that survived the process becoming a member of the thirty-three lines. Those directly descended from the original heads, however, would forever be considered royalty among the thirty-three lines, marked by the two sets of horns they exhibit, instead of the standard one. The original members themselves had three. The passage of the head of a line can be done one of two ways. If the leader of a line is killed by a member of their same line, that member will inherit the title. However, if the member of another line or race kills the leader of a line, or they die by some other circumstance, the eldest royal member of that line inherits the title. This means that the head of a line can possibly not be royalty while royalty still exists within the line, although generally this is an unlikely occurrence.

The Esharsukedeum also details many of the most important rituals partaken by members of the thirty-three lines, including the Lapasdeikirea, or blade dedication - which tunes the sword forged by all children of the thirty-three lines to their magic - and the various processes that involve drawing blood from one's right hand, considered sacred by the lines. However, other than the Esharsukedeum and a few other beliefs, the culture and government of the Tritaihatreis Vendrae strives off chaos, and the devastation that comes with it.

History

Once, on Earthland, there existed realities parallel to the world, connected by magic which flowed free from human control. Many were coined hells, where demons reigned supreme, whereas others were virtuous paradises, with beautiful sights and sounds abounding. Tritaihatreis was neither. It was separate, disjointed from Earthland and humanity entirely, at least until the plane was abandoned. Before that, however, it might as well not existed from a human perspective, although the history of Tritaihatreis, and the race that destroyed it, goes back much further.

The final inhabitants of Tritaihatreis had no true name, instead collectively grouped together as the thirty-three lines. Together, over thousands of years, they had enslaved or annihilated all other intelligent life on their world, dominating both in their magical capabilities and sheer ruthlessness. However, such came with a price. By the time the lines' conquest was complete, their very realm was teetering on the brink of disaster, and the civil war that would soon come, triggered by an eternal bloodlust, would push it over the edge.

While some pushed to stop the madness that was tearing their reality apart, in the end the effort was futile. They cared not for their world, merely assuming another would be easily available, and conquerable at that. Millennia old rivalries between the different lines would not be quenched by an impending apocalypse, or so most believed. However, in the end, their crumbling surroundings got the best of them, and the thirty-three lines eventually united once more, in an exodus from their world.

Through magic, they journeyed to many different realms, yet each was desolate, uninhabited, or rejected their very state of existence. By the time the lines came across the world they would soon know as Earthland, the thirty-three had been reduced to twenty-nine, four lines forever lost to the ebb and flow of the void. They would be forever immortalized in a single poem, shared with the new race the lines discovered to be humanity. However, Earthland was unlike Tritaihatreis in many respects, most notably in that its people rejected violence, or rather fought because of reasons other than a carnal desire for annihilation. A foreign concept, for the lines, and thus they were scorned for their ways, and it made many question their very self-identity. The magic of the two realities also held extreme disparity, not in its actual manifestation but in the nature itself, one primal, terrifying, the other treated as nothing more than a tool.

Yes, life on Earthland shook the very foundation that had been the mindset of the thirty-three lines, and thus they had no major impact on the world as a whole, blending in and eventually fading into obscurity amidst humanity. Any devastation was only wrought upon rival lines, and it was what led to the race's eventual downfall, though the Blight was truly the nail in the coffin. Unknown to the galaxy, the Tritaihatreis Vendrae and their legacy have now been all but forgotten.