Snippet #2624898

Kyrian Vox

The tired Planeswalker viewed the multitude of happening with a strange glaze over his emotions. There was a young man who had flashed in without noticing him and was seemingly distraught of his own accord. Kyrian however was more interested in the alchemical orb the other man had in his possession, turning a sand dune into a vibrant sword. This orb was a powerful artifact and should be cataloged in Arkvaes. Kyrian walked up to the young man and stared at the orb as two beams of light scanned the item from his eyes. He instantly got back the scan data on his internal hud. "What a strange artifact you have there, young mage. I hope you know how to use it properly." Kyrian yawned shortly after and looked back at his ship hoping he could make another cup of coffee.

He looked around at the others in the group and wondered what exactly they were doing. "So might I ask, do any of you need assistance? I would hate such an interesting group to end their tale in a place like this." One thing people would soon realize about Kyrian was that he loved classical theater and music. He saw life sometimes as an epic tale or play.