Art credit is Magali Villenueve, saMo-art, and unknowns.
Name: Born - Kiirian Given/Current - Kravox
Race: Half Elf
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 400-500 appears late 20’s/early 30’s
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 200 Lbs
Hair: Black/White
Eyes: Silver/Black
Skin: White/Pale White
Father: Alerig Brekilien (Human)
Mother: Yalanue Wynrona (Elf)
Relationship: Single
Role on Gaia: Knight
Nation: Dragomir
Title: Formerly Adjunct of Vysaxiz
Personality:
Shunned by most throughout his younger years Kiirian became quite closed off emotionally. The only ones he was truly able to be open with were his brother and his tutor and mentor as a child. Self loathing became quite the norm for him seeing as how very few in the world welcomed him. This is potentially what left him exposed to the influences of his patron and led to the actions he took against the continent for his cause. The death of one he held very close was when the seed of doubt was planted and after that everything changed. His eyes started to open and he realized what they were doing, and why they were truly doing it. After this he was more conflicted with his emotions than he was before. All of these left him rather closed off from everyone, he is somewhat defensive about his history but otherwise is fairly distant.
Likes:
Truth
Honor
Humility
Loyalty
Meditation
Solitude
Dislikes:
Lies
Manipulation
Overly Ambitious People
Abuse
Selfishness
Weapons:
Bonded sword - Kravox’s sword is bonded through him and a conduit with how he uses and accesses his magical powers. 4ft Overall length, 3ft Blade length, 1.75” blade width ~4mm Blade thickness. It’s less like wielding a weapon and more an extension of himself when he uses it. The bonded sword is centuries old at the least and shows it for certain but despite its appearance is still a powerful weapon. He doesn’t carry the blade on himself as it is stored in its own realm/pocket dimension. This is the same place that he draws upon his magical abilities from. The blade is capable of leeching the physical strength of those it strikes, however the effects are only minor and temporary unless the target is slain with the blade.
Abilities:
Weapon Proficiencies - Is a master when it comes to using his bonded bastard sword, but is proficient with most other bladed weapons.
Blade Enchantments - Kravox can call forth his energy and his realm into his blade, enchanting it with his magical power to reinforce his attacks with the blade. This ability cannot be used with any other weapons however, only his bonded blade. If a person is successfully cut by the blade the darkness will seep into their body Curse will begin to afflict the person over time. (Has durability and sharpness of Soul Output)
Wings - Kravox has the ability to summon a pair of leathery somewhat tattered bat-like wings. 10 ft wingspan.
Shape Changing - His outward appearance changes when using his powers and letting his emotions flow. The darkness in his eyes seeps out into his hair changing it from white to black. The silver in his iris swirls with shadows.
Darkvision - Kravox can see in the dark.
Curse - If Kravox focuses on a single person within his line of sight he can call upon the darker parts of their mind and bring them forward to invoke some of their deepest fears. Depending on the mental stability and fortitude of the target the effects vary and when at their worst can send them into crippling fear or give them hallucinations. Kravox does have to maintain focus on his target for the effect to last. The target must remain in his eyesight and within 20 ft or the effect will end. (The afflictions of curse also stack with weapon and darkness attacks that land, though the effects are slower to manifest.)
Dark Orb - Kravox can throw an orb of his pure magical energy, the orb appearing as a silver/black ball of swirling energy travels a bit faster than an average arrow. The orb is roughly 8 inches in diameter. The range is 50ft. (This ability inflicts curse if the other player comes in contact with any of Kravox’s darkness.)
Realm of Darkness - Kravox pulls forth a small chunk of the realm where he draws his power, filling an area in total darkness. Noises such as whispers, screams and haunting laughter can be heard by those inside the sphere. People can enter or leave the sphere as they please. He can create the zone up to 15ft from himself and it affects a 80ft Area. This can be done up to three times a day and it lasts for 3 posts.
Familiar (Story based) -
Name: Irron. Upon arriving in Gaia, Kravox was greeted by a small dragon, apparently linked to him by those that sent him to the land. It seems to possess some knowledge about Kravox himself and his coming into Gaia but little else about the land itself. While within 50 feet of one another they can communicate telepathically. If Kravox focuses he can link their senses and experience the things that his familiar can hear/see/smell. However while doing this he loses his own senses wherever he is at.
History:
Kiirian was born to the elven diplomat and military woman Yalanue Wynrona. She had gained a fair bit of her fame and renown from her success in military campaigns to lend aid to the humans during their uprising against their tyrant ruler. This is of course where she met Kiirian's father, Alerig Brekilien. Even though she was never one that bought into the mindset that the humans were a lesser species she still wasn’t too happy when she and a few other elite warriors were assigned to one of the rebel units. The others in the group however were quite angry and felt insulted by the posts they were given. They did little to hide their feelings upon arriving at Alverig’s camp, looking down upon the human soldiers they were supposed to aid in battle. To Yalanue’s surprise Alverig wasn’t phased by the treatment of the other elves, and that intrigued her. Most of the humans quickly proved themselves to Yalanue within the first few battles they fought, though the other elves weren’t quite impressed. Over the time of the war the two began to bond and get closer. As the war was coming to its end it was a bittersweet time for the two now lovers. They had been fighting for a few years now and it was beginning to grow old, they were happy that there would finally be peace. But on the other hand that meant the connection between the two would likely be severed. Even though the elves aided the humans in their time of need it was ultimately for more selfish motives and not to establish a closer friendship between the two races. Though the two of them were aware of this fact it didn’t make the thought any easier. What made it even harder was Alverig’s death. It was the final few weeks of the war, the rebel forces were beginning their push into the capital to take the throne once and for all. The Alverig and Yalanue often made an effort to stay close to one another in battle, but fighting inside the city and with as many people that were involved in this fight they got separated. By the time she found him it was too late. He was lying on the ground, a few of his soldiers standing around him as she approached and pushed them out of the way. He barely lasted long enough for them to say their goodbyes, and that she was carrying his child.
When Kiirian was born he became the hot topic of gossip for most of the upper echelons of elven society. One of the noble families' daughters had given birth to a half-blood? Unthinkable. Despite the talk Yalanue wasn’t ashamed of the boy, in fact it only made her love him more. In his infant years she would often go out of her way to bring the boy out and show him around and attempt to socialize with the other families. Her parents however were quite angry and disapproved of the boy, urging her to get rid of him, or at the very least keep him locked away and not show him around. As he got a bit older she began her search for a tutor for him. His bloodline made this a rather difficult task as very few wanted anything to do with him. It took quite a bit of searching before she finally found someone. Vulmon was a scholar from the Institute. He was one of the oldest that still remained active there in fact. Most of the other scholars questioned if he was still suitable for his position or should be made to retire. Many believed his mind was beginning to slip in his older age, while he claimed it only made things that much more clear. Before Yalanue even asked Vulmon already knew what she had come for. Discouraged that he had heard the rumors of her child and would react the same and want nothing to do with him she questioned if she should even bother to ask. Before she could decide one way or another Vulmon explained that he would be more than happy to become the boys tutor.
Aside from Kiirian, Yalanue had one other son. Inialos. This boy was highborn, he is the son of another highborn elf who was an arranged marriage of Yalanue. Although she never truly loved her husband she did however love the child she had with him. The father however was killed in some of the skirmishes that had broken out years before the human’s rebellion began. Even though his family had told him all about the “terrible” thing that his mother had done it never sank in. He couldn’t see what the problem was and he loved his baby brother and was excited about having a new friend to play with.
A few years later there had been reports of trouble at the kingdom's borders. The nobility council came together and called on a few they thought capable enough to send and investigate, and potentially diffuse the issue along the borders. Yalanue was one of the names chosen to be sent out on the mission. It was explained to them that it should be an easy and quick mission. They didn’t expect the team to run into any conflict in an attempt to reassure Yala that she had no reason to worry and would be back to her family in no time. If only that were the case, before they could even have made it to the border where this apparent issue was, the team was ambushed. There were no humans in sight though, it was elves.
Kiirian wasn’t really old enough to remember, or know what was truly going on when the people had come to their home, but even though one thing has never left him. The reaction of his brother regarding the news he had received. It didn’t take long before things began to change with the disappearance of his mother. Suddenly he wasn’t allowed to leave the estate, even with an escort, and even while in his own home it seemed as if he wasn’t permitted to do anything save for stay in his room. It seemed as if his brother wasn’t home very much anymore either, leaving him all alone for the most part. But a few weeks later Vulmon showed up, excited to see a familiar face and eager to figure out what was going on he pestered Vulmon to tell him what was going on, but no matter how much he asked the elder man never caved. The next few years went by without much happening, seeing as how he was unable to leave the house due to his mother’s family hiding him away as if to act that he had never been. Kiirian spent the vast majority of his time with Vulmon or his brother as they were the only two who acknowledged him and when they did it wasn’t with disgust.
One morning as Kiirian was wandering the halls of his home, he found his way into the library and found Vulmon already there, reading what seemed to be a book. He slowly approached, curious about what he was reading. Vulmon called to him, startling Kiirian as he thought he was quiet enough that Vulmon certainly didn’t know he was there. Vulmon closed the book before
he could get any eyes on what was inside. Vulmon noticed the curiosity and began to
explain why the other scholars treated him the way that they did, why many of them
wanted him out of the Institute. Being one of the elder members he had access to areas
that most of the other members didn’t, archives and logs from centuries before the
current time, before many of the kingdoms had even risen up in the land. He knew of
the dark things that had existed, and some still to this day. Kiirian wasn’t sure if Vulmon
was trying to scare him but all that had done was drive his interest even further, he
wanted to learn about these things, about the history of the world. The true history. He
begged and pleaded with Vulmon for weeks before he finally caved and agreed to teach him about the old ways.
With Kiirian beginning to learn about things that actually interested him he began
showing a lot more initiative when it came to his learnings and training. When he
started learning about some of the warriors of old he gained an interest in swordplay
and wanted to learn, this again posed an issue as the tutors that were assigned to his
brother so he could learn to fight wanted little to do with the half-blood so he had to
look elsewhere. Surprised when Vulmon was again the one who could teach him. The
man was a master with a blade, even in his old age. He explained that it was due to his
followings of the old ways, the very same he had been teaching Kiirian about, telling
him that he could eventually be the same if he followed the same path.
Kiirian kept up with his training and lessons for a few years. He and his brother spent a lot of time sparring and training with one another. He wanted to help his brother to achieve his goal of becoming one of the ranking generals of their people, to follow in their mother’s footsteps. He was curious about what Vulmon had been teaching Kiirian and urged him not to get too close and listen carefully to what the man said. He had heard plenty of stories about how the old man was crazy and rambled on about mostly nonsense these days.
As Kiirian came closer to becoming an adult, things began to change in regards to how he was treated by the people around him and his mother’s family. While it had largely been disgust and resentment that he was greeted with up until now it seemed as though things were changing. There was almost a tinge of fear in those same people and reactions. He spoke to Vulmon about this who explained what he thought had been happening. They had been watching him all this time, keeping a close eye on his studies and his training. They wished to keep track of his knowledge and abilities. Vulmon speculated that they were worried Kiirian would try to remove his brother or try to lay some claim to what he was standing to inherit and become seeing as how he was the highborn child of two of the most powerful elven families. Even upon expressing that he had no interest, Kiirian began to wonder how these people could think these things, and wondered what his brother thought about them, or if he even knew. Vulmon told him that it was likely best not to bring his own knowledge about this to light and continue on as if he did not no. Mostly for Kiirians own safety so he wouldn’t push people into making rash decisions.
Even though Vulmon told him not to worry too much about it and just continue
on, Kiirian couldn’t shake the feelings he had. Though he wasn’t worried
about himself, it was his brother he was concerned with. He didn’t
want their bond to be severed, and he didn’t want his brother to
think that he wanted what he had or to take his place. Even
without saying anything his brother knew that something
was wrong. He could tell Kiirian’s mind wasn’t in it as they
were sparring, or while they were studying together, or even
as they were simply enjoying some free time. It was only a
matter of time before he finally confronted Kiirian about it.
Despite what Vulmon told him, it was his brother, he couldn’t
hide these thoughts and feelings from the only family he had.
Inialos was quite angered by what his brother told him. Angry that
the people that had been tutoring and advising him could be so foolish,
thinking Kiirian would try anything as selfish as to try and take what was
his right. He knew his brother had no desire for what his mother had left behind.
Unable to keep his mind from it he confronted his family and the advisors with them.
Most became defensive upon being confronted. Trying to explain that all they were doing was looking out for Inialos’ best interests. They were trying to protect him from his half-blood delinquent brother who wouldn’t be able to handle being second best to him for the rest of his life. Outraged at the lot of them trying to defend their foolish reasonings behind their actions. But what truly worried him were the select few who remained quiet and gave no clues as to how they felt about his brother, or the things that were being discussed. Worried about what came next, he knew what he had to do. He went to Vulmon and explained what had happened and what he feared may happen now that they had been confronted. Vulmon agreed and said this is what he was worried about. He explained that their mother was always worried this would happen. That her family and the other nobles would try to drive the two brothers against each other and use that as a way to eliminate Kiirian and remove the “stain” on their families good name. The both of them knew what needed to happen next.
That night Kiirian was woken by Vulmon. Confused and tired as he was woke he asked what was going on. Vulmon said he didn’t have time to explain he just needed to pack a few things and get ready to leave. Kiirian, was still confused, but got up and started to gather a few things together, grabbing some things and getting his pack. They went down to the armory and Vulmon told him to grab his blade and stressed that he needed to be ready to use it. As Kiirian was waking up and coming to full consciousness he realized that he might have an idea as to what was going on. The two made their way through the estate toward the exit. They had nearly made it there before running into a handful of armed men. Vulmon approached and attempted to explain who he was and what was going on. The men drew their blades before he could even finish and set in on Vulmon. What happened next caught Kiirian off guard, and it seemed the men attempting to kill him as well. As fast as they moved on Vulmon he seemed twice as fast, a blade appearing in his hands seemingly from thin air he cut the men down in a fluid motion almost as if he wasn’t even trying. Two more had stepped out behind Kiirian, still somewhat groggy and caught off guard about what he had just seen he fumbled around to draw his blade, barely knocking the advancing man’s blade as it came for his throat. He struggled to gain his footing against the two, his eyes darting between them as he tried to think about what to do. Before he could formulate any thoughts Vulmon stepped in and drew on of them away, leaving Kiirian in a one on one fight. His heart pounding he closed his eyes for a moment, knowing it was a mistake in a fight but unable to focus it was the only thing he could think of doing. He let out a slow breath, and in the darkness heard Vulmon call out to him. It was at that moment he knew what to do. His eyes snapped open and instead of standing and trying to defend himself against the others attacks he launched himself forward into them and before he knew it the man’s lifeless body crumpled to the ground before him, his blood staining his blade. Before he had time to process what happened Vulmon grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the exit, urging him on.
Kiirian’s mind was racing as they left the estate and made their way through the city. After a while he finally tried to get Vulmon to explain what was happening even though he was pretty sure he already knew. His brothers advisors had enough and after being confronted thought their only option was to eliminate Kiirian. The exit was finally in sight, nearly out of the city without anymore conflict. That’s when he caught something out of the corner of his eye. He barely had time to react, not able to get out of the way completely he felt a sharp pain in his chest as he was tackled to the ground. He heard the sounds of a fight breaking out as he attempted to wrestle himself free, eventually getting out of the grasp of his assailant and stumbling to his feet. He saw Vulmon fighting another handful of individuals before he looked down to the figure on the ground. He recognized the armor and blade as one of the assassins often used by the council. He drew his blade and set in on the person, finishing them off before they could even get to their feet. He ran up to aid Vulmon as they fought the rest of the people who were no doubt here to take his life. As he approached though his vision blurred and he could feel his heart pounding again, he looked down and only now noticed the dagger in his chest. He presumed it had been a gift from his friend on the ground. He felt his reactions slowing as he lost his blood and strength. After cutting one man down he turned to see another bearing down on him already, he struggled to bring his blade up to defend himself before Vulmon intervened and backed the man up. It seemed as if there was a brief pause in the combat when Vulmon turned to him and spoke as he thrust something into his hands. He pushed Kiirian away and turned around to resume the fighting. Kiirian knew now what was happening, Vulmon was going to occupy them so he could escape. He knew he would only slow Vulmon down in his state and had faith he could handle himself so he turned and made his way out of the city, running as fast as he could. It wasn’t until he had reached the outside of the walls and into the forest that he started to wonder if he was fooling himself, if Vulmon would actually be behind him. Continuing into the forest, he wasn’t even sure which direction he was heading, he just knew it had to be away. Kiirian stumbled along for a few hours before the exhaustion and blood loss got to him and he collapsed.
When Kiirian woke he wasn’t out in the forest where he remembered being last.
He was inside somewhere, looking around it appeared to be a hut of someone who
lives out in the woods. Perhaps it was one of the ranger's outposts for the city's
scouts. If that were the case though he would likely already be dead so that
couldn’t be it. As he attempted to get up he heard the voice of an elderly woman.
As he came to, the woman explained that she had found him out in the forest, and
admittedly was going to leave him to die if he wasn’t already dead when she saw
the token he was carrying. Confused at first but when she held it out to him he
recognized it. That is what Vulmon had given him before he left the city. He closed
his eyes and recalled what Vulmon told him. To take the token and head northwest,
find the ruins, find the answers you seek. The elderly woman explained that she
was a fairly close friend with Vulmon, and upon seeing Kiirian and the token she
figured she would aid him. At least until he was able to leave. She said she couldn’t
tell him what exactly Vulmon had intended for Kiirian, he would simply have to
search and find out just as he was told. Within a day Kiirian was strong enough to travel, he took some provisions the woman offered him and set out on his journey, one that he didn’t even fully know what it was
Kiirian spent the next couple of years aimlessly wandering for the most part. He only had the direction of northwest to go on so he followed the roads going that way when he could and forged his own path when there were none. He isolated himself from other travellers and did his best to stay out of towns unless he absolutely needed something. Even with him attempting to avoid people as much as possible there was only so much he could do. It wasn’t a surprise when he found himself needing to use his blade to get out of situations. At first it was something he still wasn’t fully confident and comfortable with, but he remembered what had happened that night and he found it made things easier. Then things seemed to come more naturally in fights and he just saw it as more practice, just like another day with Vulmon.
It was on this journey as well that the dreams began. They started shortly after he had left the elderly ladies hut. At first they were almost like he was simply reliving certain events in his dreams, but there was always something else there. Something dark lurking in the corners and in the moments he tried to focus on it it would disappear. They seemed harmless at first, he thought they were simply nightmares caused by what had recently happened. But as they persisted and got worse he realized they weren’t simply because of what had happened. And the presence he felt there even began to linger after he woke up. But with that came something else, it felt as though he wasn’t wandering with no true direction anymore. Somehow he could tell he was going the right way, almost as if he knew where to go, like someone, or something was guiding him.
It had been years since he fled the city and started his search. A search for what he wasn’t even sure of, but it was Vulmon’s last wish, and he said it would lead him to answers so Kiirian felt he really had no choice. But when he woke today he felt something, something deep inside that told him it would be today. A few hours into his walking he saw something through the trees. As he got closer it seemed to be ruins of some sort. Stepping into somewhat of a clearing his initial idea was right, they were certainly ruins but what they had been before he wasn’t entirely sure. He made his way around and through the collapsed buildings and stones that littered the clearing, searching for something that would help him to decipher what he was seeing. There was almost a lingering feeling of dread as he walked around, and some sort of pressure in the area. He closed his eyes to take a moment and gather himself, when he opened them again he saw something out of the corner of his eye. It was just like in his dreams, but this almost seemed to linger just a bit longer, long enough for him to try and chase after it. He chased whatever this thing was around for a few minutes before he lost it, looking all around him to try and pick up the trail again was when he saw the door. The door was deep set into the stones surrounding it, hidden from what light made it through the trees. As he stepped closer and his eyes adjusted he could see the door was a deep black stone, it almost seemed as if it absorbed the light that entered the small alcove. When he studied the door he found a small recess toward the center. Looking closer it had a familiar shape, he pulled out the sigil that Vulmon had given him and placed it into the recess, a perfect fit. He pushed the door in and stepped into the darkness behind it.
As the door closed behind Kiirian and he was engulfed in total darkness a
strange feeling washed over him. It was almost as if he was home. He
started walking forward, not even sure where he was going or if there
was anywhere to go in here. As he progressed through the dark
ruin he felt something pushing into his mind. It started with a
feeling but then he began to see things, and after a while
through the silence came a voice. Calling out to him. He didn’t
know this voice but it still seemed familiar somehow. Kiirian
recalled the things Vulmon had taught him about. The
things, the races and people that had existed long before the
people we know of today. Perhaps this is what is left behind
from a people long gone. As he heard the voice he felt
something pulling him, he continued to blindly make his way
through this place before he found himself in an open chamber,
with a sword in the middle.
Upon grabbing the grip of the blade his eyes rolled back and his mind raced
again. This time with visions but much more clear. Visions of war and destruction, cities
burning, people dying, altogether unpleasant things. As quickly as they came they vanished and he was again back in the darkness, the voice rose up now crystal clear. “Kravox, take this blade and wield it as my champion, use it and the powers I grant you to right the wrongs that have been done to you and others in this world, restore things to the way they once were.”
From that point on Kiirian became Kravox, Adjunct of Vysaxiz. He was given a new mission now. Head to the edge of the continent to gather with his new brothers and sisters. Together they would have the strength to carry out the plan laid before them. With that he took his leave of the ruins, traversing back through the dark tunnels to find the exit. Only now they didn’t seem as dark, but they seemed more familiar, almost as if these dark halls and chambers welcomed him. As he stepped out of the ruins he found it was no longer morning as it was when he originally walked in, but night. Kravox wondered how long he had been in there. Shaking off the slight headache he had before he set out. Once again beginning a journey that he did not know where he was going or how to get there he simply started walking, following his instincts and feelings when he came to crossroads.
His journey took him through some of the less pleasant kingdoms. He would certainly have some encounters with the less than savory types that called these wilds their homes and he began to prepare himself. Sure enough it was only a matter of days after crossing the borders when he saw a group ahead of him on the road. As he approached it was obvious that they were bandits, preying upon the people who were unfortunate enough to cross them. They blocked Kravox’s path and attempted to shake him down, little did they know that would be the final mistake of their lives. Before Kravox was even fully aware of what was going on and what had happened he stood above the corpses of the men who had just assaulted him, and in his hand was the blade he had found in the ruins. As he looked at the bloodstained blade he had a strange feeling of nostalgia, it took a moment but he soon realized why. It was just like Vulmon that night he escaped, the blade appeared out of nowhere. Questions flooded his mind and a dull throbbing in the back of his head followed. He closed his eyes to force them out, and in that darkness he heard the voice again, and it seemed to soothe away the pain and his unease. As it did he felt something different this time when he struck those men down. He felt as if he had gained something, learned something each time he took one of their lives. He opened his eyes and started again on his path, letting the blade slip from his hands and back out of this realm.
This time his search didn’t take nearly as long, and though he had no firm idea as to where exactly
it was that he was going, it still felt as though some part of him knew, something was pulling
him the right direction. After a few months of travel he reached his destination. The keep
looked nearly ruined from the distance. As he got closer he noticed something wasn’t
quite right about the view in front of him. There was almost a shimmer in some
places, he blinked a few times and focused in and the illusion faded. What had
looked like a small and ruined keep merely moments ago was now a grand castle,
made of a very similar deep black stone as the door he found in the ruins. He
entered the gate of the castle and surveyed the immediate area, it looked as if it
was fairly well kept but he saw no signs of life. With his guard up he started to roam
the grounds and make his way through the castle. Walking through the abandoned
hallways of the building he had a feeling he was being watched. He continued on for a
while, attempting to find out if something was in here with him when he heard the faint
sound of what could only be footsteps rushing up from behind. He called his blade and
turned to engage the assailant. As they were fighting something in the back of Kravox’s mind
kept pulling at him. As soon as he found a momentary break in the fighting and reached to the
pouch on his belt and tossed the sigil that Vulmon had given him those few years ago to the aggressor. They snatched it out of the air and let out a faint chuckle. As they let go of their daggers they faded, just as his own sword did. That moment he knew what that strange feeling was, what it had meant. Before he could say anything the cloaked figure dropped their hood and revealed their face.
The mysterious woman and Kravox resumed wandering the halls. They walked in silence for a while. She was the first to break it, asking about him and about how he found their patron. They made idle small talk as they kept walking until they both heard something in a chamber ahead. Both drew their weapons and made their way into the room to find three others standing in the middle and talking. After a short standoff and realizing that they were all apparently on the same side they sat down and began to talk.
It would seem they all had somewhat similar experiences regarding the god they had all met to give them their powers, and they were all given the same mission. Little did Kravox know that this would be the beginning, the beginning to a bitter end for him, and even some of his new companions. They didn’t know it quite yet but this meaning was the beginning of their conquest. The conquest they were told that would right the wrongs of the world and potentially make it a better place for all its inhabitants. This supposed mission of justice and redemption would become one of ruin and destruction.
The next few years seemed to pass quickly as the group of five individuals began their
conquest. The first target they were given was one of the nearby kingdoms, it was
known for having a tyrant ruler and being a harsh kingdom so it fit the bill for their
targets. They took on the role of usurpers looking to dethrone the awful ruler they
had to bring peace and fairness to the city. They used this to bolster their ranks and
create a small rebel army before launching an assault on the kingdom to wipe it out.
Toppling a kingdom was far easier than Kravox initially thought it would be. He could
feel his strength growing as he fought more and more, and took life after life. Before
too long this began driving him, the voice speaking to him, telling him that this was
true strength, how the world truly works and what it’s driven by.
After the first had fallen it became almost routine, though there were now around 15
of the servants they for the most part went their separate ways to conquer the
continent and fulfill their goal. This went on for nearly a century, the servants taking
down unfit rulers and attempting to restore order to things afterwards. Though one
kingdom that Kravox stumbled upon somehow managed to break the routine, for this
kingdom was already at war, at war with itself. He heard the rumors and investigated
what he could, there was a woman attempting to lead her nation's people to freedom
from their current ruler. He sought out this woman to find out more about what
exactly it was that she hoped to accomplish. This would be the beginning of change in Kravox’s mindset and ways. Under the claim of being a delegate from a foreign nation interested in offering aid to the rebellion he was able to get close to the usurper. She, after much discussion, agreed to accept his aid, and with his help the war was able to be brought to a close sooner than anyone expected. Not completely sure why but Kravox felt himself somewhat drawn to this woman, that made her assassination by one of his sisters all the more painful. Shortly after her coronation he found her in the throne room in a pool of her own blood and his sister sitting on the throne twirling her blood soaked daggers. She claimed that it had to be done, and what Kravox was doing was showing weakness. In a flurry of rage he summoned his sword and attacked his sister, the two fought for quite some time before Kravox took her down. As he stood there above her with his blade at her neck he withdrew, and told her never to forget where she stood, beneath him.
After that Kravox returned to his new home, the black stone castle. He felt lost after what had happened, he needed answers so he returned to commune with Vysaxiz. The god spoke to him, confirming what his sister had claimed that what he had done was a sign of weakness and the woman needed to be disposed of, though he did reassure Kravox that he indeed had the most potential if he continued down this path. With this Kravox’s anger welled up inside him and it was becoming more than he thought he could handle. So he again set out from the castle and began his conquest anew, though filled with anger and doubt he had a plan of his own. He was going to show that this wasn’t the only way to do things, it couldn’t be, he would show all of them, including Vysaxiz. But to do this he would need to be much stronger, and he only knew of one way to do that.. So with this he began to conquer and destroy, leaving very little in his wake. Anytime he crossed paths with his so-called siblings they fought, and each time he won. Kravox could truly begin to feel it now, the strength welling inside him and growing each time he took another life and laid waste to another kingdom. With his new powers he was able to conquer more and more and was able to handle more on his own. This was due to a newfound power of his. Those he slew with his sword became his, their souls and essences were trapped within the same realm as the blade and he found he was able to summon them as his own soldiers. As his strength and powers grew it began to affect his outward appearance, he had grown horns, his eyes lost their natural color becoming a pale silver with patches of shifting and swirling darkness, his hair took on a deep shade of black, he could also summon a pair of dark bat like wings.
For the most part Kravox never really paid any mind to where he was, he only focused on his mission. But one day he found himself standing atop a mountain range with a city, surrounded by a forest in the distance and then he realized. He was home. As he stood there he couldn’t help but go back to the time he had spent there as a child. Even though it was centuries later simply setting eyes on the city brought a wave of sadness and grief over him. Before he knew it he found himself near the gates of the city, he wondered if anyone would recognize him, or if they all had assumed he died long ago and forgotten about him. He took his chances and made his way into the city. He wandered the streets, not really sure why he had come there or what he was doing. Kravox eventually found himself standing in front of his childhood home, standing outside the gates as he looked up at it. Turning his gaze back to the gate outside as he heard the guards calling out to him, telling him to move on. It was then he realized that it was likely that no one remembered him, of course he had changed quite a bit since then, he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be happy about that or not. Aimlessly wandering around the city and taking in the scenery, slightly surprised by how little the city had changed in so much time. As he made his way toward the center of the city he felt it. The presence of his siblings, more than one were in the city. He turned and made his way to where the feeling came from, all of them connected due to the nature of their powers and bonds, having a good guess as to why they were here he feared the worst.
Kravox found them in a tavern in one of the slum districts. He approached and joined them at their table without saying a word, they shifted uneasily and continued their conversation. It confirmed what Kravox had been afraid of. His hometown was their next big conquest, and was deemed important enough for it to require more than one of them. This must have been why
Kravox ended up here, he could feel the pull sending him on his next mission but simply
didn’t know what it was. Again filled with anger and doubt Kravox knew what he had
to do. He left the tavern and his allies to continue their planning and let them
figure out the details, he was going to find his brother. Making his way through
the upper districts was the first time he had heard any of the rumors. The
stories of all the war and strife going around the continent for all this time
at the hands of the “Demon siblings”. This played right into his mind and
his doubt. His eyes were starting to open and he was realizing the things
that he was doing, everything he had been doing. Was it all based on a
lie? Was he being used as some sort of means to an end? Did he even
know? Standing there in the street, lost in his thoughts he felt a hand
clap onto his back, he turned to see one of his brothers standing there,
the look in his eye was all he needed to see. It was about to begin.
Kravox wouldn’t be able to stop it, not right now at least he needed
more time so he left the city to spend his time waiting and finding
his opening. It was sooner than he had planned to reveal his hand
but this was going to force him.
There sat upon his throne was Vysaxiz. He stood to welcome his loyal warriors and children, to thank
them for freeing him from his prison. Before he could go any further Kravox launched himself at him. He
slammed into him and sent a series of savage attacks at him. Again he had lost himself in his emotions, in his
anger and doubt, in that moment he desired nothing more than to kill this god, this demon, this thing whatever
it was. The thing that made him into the terrible thing he was now, the thing that turned his brother against him,
that forced him to take his life. However strong Kravox was it seemed nothing he did worked against Vysaxiz. The
two danced around the prison/throne room for a while before the god decided he had enough and slammed a fist into
Kravox, sending him into the center of the room. Vysaxiz closed in and raised his own blade to strike the final blow, but
in the moment before it could land Kravox felt something grab him and it felt like he was flung almost through time and space itself.
When Kravox came to he was surprised to find that he was still alive...or was he? He wasn’t actually sure to be quite honest. He sat up and looked around, the area wasn’t familiar to him in the slightest. What was this place? Shortly after he heard a voice, but it wasn’t out loud it was in his head. This wasn’t Vysaxiz though, this was different. It was then the small creature landed in front of him, it was a small dragon. Black in color but it almost seemed as if the scales shifted with something hidden in the darkness beneath. It spoke again, the voice projected into his head. It told him they were in a new place, a place known as Gaia, and they were in the kingdom of Dragomir. Looking around once more Kravox found himself in a very familiar position simply in another world it seemed, the only things he knew were his blade, his brother’s amulet and the fact that he once again found himself with far more questions than answers. With that he rose and began walking, heading into this new kingdom he found himself in.
