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Kylan
Once was a prince of a great arabian nation, however due to dark arts from a ill priest casted him out of his kingdom forever. Bent on returning, now seeks mythology and sorcery to reign hell upon the throne that was stolen from him.
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Mountain Path
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by raab
Description
A dark skinned male, with shrude eyes that burn with a uneasy sense of hatred and remorse. Little to no blimishes exist on him, except an ancient relic burned into his left hand that signifies his damnation from his kingdom.
Personality
Closed off, and crude. Always on a unweary sense of alert, yet still seeks more guidance and is equally drawn to anyone who strongly weilds dark arts and sorcery.
Equipment
short blades rest parallel to one another on his hip, concealed within robes and apparel are other assortments of long distance weapons such as daggers and shriekens. Comes also with a variety of light weight carbon based equipment for scaling walls, and gaunlents for defense against blades and blunt.
History
(will fill in later) Summary: A casted out prince, thrown out wrongfully from an ill priest who burned a relic into his palm, thus keeping him out of his guarded kingdom for eternity. Refusing to believe this, he now seeks a way to return. However, a burning hatred now runs through him, and the throne and the people of his kingdom must suffer for turning their backs upon their once beloved prince. He wishes now to sit upon a throne of skulls made from the very heads of his people, as his kingdom forever burns a hellish burn.
So begins...
Kylan's Story
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Kylan perched upon the broken stump of a fallen oak with knees bent and his form squatted no more than a few hundred yards away from the second inhabitant whom recently just portaled. He buzzed to himself as he studied the drapes of leather and sewn onto the leater were a variety of pouches. Nothing in the pouches of course but a few pieces of rattling metal in all but 3 of the pockets. He levied the weight of the belt in his palm and moved his grasp from one side to the other, yet he still remained puzzled. Fortunately his tough times should go unnoticed for his posture also concealed most things. His back was turned to the other fellow, and his choice of darks and blacks in appearal helped conceal him among the dark trees that casted shade over themselves.
Kylan sighed heavily and discarded the belt to one side with a fierce hurl. His frustration built and he scampered off the tree stump, across the fallen tree before him and landed on the left side of the tree. There, hidden from horrizontal view by brush was three slain adventurers. Those deceased was Alreck the noble and two of his fine accomplises. One who even practiced the dark arts of necromancy, his title was not so glorious for he was wanted for failing to rightfully practice a ressurection in his home town. "Bah." guttered Kylan; eyes gleaming at the fine thrust he made through the man's chin and into the tree on the reversed side. He approached the corpse whose eyes were still widened and the face pulled back as if frozen in that horrible moment. "Your pathetic chimes and bone offerings won't save you there..." he muttered, as he got even closer still. He looked not into the man's glassed eyes, but down the deceased's open mouth.
Kylan + by now Asimov would surely be picking up on the scent of blood. Human blood. As Kylan pulled himself away to loot the party.
Kylan crouched down again but only this time to shuffle through a napsack dropped beside one of the dead. His arm was buried into the back pulling out what he thought felt like supplies he wanted. *grunt* "Can't fight, but can hunt.." he uttered pulling out a steak of vension. His back stiffened and his eyes glanced all over. what was that? he thought, the chirp still echoing in his ears. Unfortuantely being from another plane very very similar to this one, made him restricted to senses beyond the adverage human. He looked down briefly to draw a dagger from his side and lowered it slowly into the bottom of the sack of food. Doing this all of course with the best attempt at discresion. He looked up now, and observed.
Kylan bared teeth in a wide grin. "There you are.." he uttered under his breath. His hand tightened about the concealed dagger's handle but after a few secs observation, he loosened up. His shoulders sunk some as his back released its tight grip. He transfered his weight to his downed knee as he smiled on watching the blue hared critter. He now noticed that in his other hand was still the vension that was halfway from being transfered from the party's share to his own pouch he had stowed away on his back. Looking back up from the treat at hand, he stared at the brush and let out a few short whistles; to get it's attention..
Kylan pondered for a moment, what a strange creature to be speaking.. Course, all animals communicate, but through barks and chirps alone this creature does not. "Treat?" he spoke, hand rearing back some and swinging the food lightly to and fro. Quite unlikely will it eat from his hand and he knew that, but he could only imagine the mental battle the critter is having, afterall it hasn't done anything but suggest hunger.
Kylan qwirked a brow at the returning question. "Come on out." he said with a lighter tone. Rising when the creature rose, his height pulling his hand and the dagger out of the satchel. He didn't grasp the dagger too threateningly, sorta just rested in his grasp. He studied the creature for a moment, taken in a little that this wasn't just a big headed ferret but something that holds its own on two feet. He too tilted head side to side, looking for weapons or anything else he'd find an interest in. He stood upright now, dagger disappearing behind a lengthy piece of robe that draped over him. "Hello there." he muttered, feeling a bit uncomfortable. The thought kept crossing his mind that out here nothing is friend or foe, but in some way its survival of the fitest. He felt this beast would attack at any moment, yet he played coy and still offered the steak.
Kylan recoiled at the sudden sounds and yelps and redrew the dagger in his own fashion of defensive posture. The dagger was low but tucked close to his face for good forward strikes, if necessary. His other hand balled a fist and curled back for blocking. His breathing went heavy but controlled. Eyes glearing over his two hands and back at the creature. "Wait." he clashed out there, his free hand showing open palm again.
Kylan "arg.." he muttered below his breath, as he shifted his body weight around while he scootched just a little further back. He watched as the heat rose in his opponent's hand, and he knew then he was charging some sort of magical attack. Then again, magick doesn't need to be charged if there's enough eve or mana to use it. He looked to where the creature's eyes kept vanishing to. "Don't like the dagger eh?" he spoke through partialy closed lips. That's too bad.. he thought, as he collected his defensive posture still and taking a quick glance to his routes about him. 3. he thought. He now could smell the ash and heat and curled his nose at it. "Well?.."
Kylan squinted his eyes as if it was going to help him better understand the situation. Sure the creature didn't like the dagger, but he didn't like the idea of loosing the dagger and gaining a fire ball. He snapped his head back to see what the creature was snarling at, but heard nothing. He did though, see birds swoosh for the skies as if something startled them. He rifled his head back to the blue haired blue fire wealder. He didn't get jumped when he looked away.. That's a plus. His eyes gleared the rooty floor of the forest for something red and tender-like. The steak was pretty much in the center of the two. "Treat?" he repeated, as he lowered his posture to the ground and withdrew the dagger to hide it below clothings again. He was still almost just as effective in this position, but looked less threatening. "Treat?" he repeated, remaining still.
Kylan from behind the robes Kylan's left hand worked the hoister and dagger as he finally sheathed the blade. He relaxed by stretching backwards onto his toes, before rising to his feet. At the same time of rising both hands can be seen swinging by his sides. He walked closer now, but stopped just short of the steak and quite a ways still from the creature. He then smiled his way before resuming his search of the loot left by the three dead men that lay on the forest floor.
Kylan chuckled solemnly as he heard the creature speak 'well' quite swell. He shook his head some now bringing items out of the santchel and looked them over and smell checked some certain goods before deciding to keep or toss them. He stood up, still holding a sack of small red spuds and a loaf of bread. His eyes looked onward at the forest where the creature before him had been idlely looking for some time. "Well.." he muttered, finding himself repeating the creature when the creature didn't even know what it meant. There's humor in that somewhere he knows it.. Either way, he was astonished to find not a squirrel that caught Asimov's attention but a grown woman. "I'll be." he finishes at last before smiling in return and waving once in return. "Who be you?" is all he could find to be appropriate to say.
Kylan held a breath when he realized the thing, maybe male, was rearing away in fright. "Easy.. easy.." he coaxed while acting it out with hand gestures. He looked back to Isis and raised an eyebrow and lightly shrugged. "So Mrs. Celeste what brings you out here?" he uttered, swinging his hands to gesture how unusual this may seem.. A blue creature, a robed individual, and 3 dead adventurers just to the left of her.
Kylan turned sideways now, looking at the two from a profile view. All the while he was reaching down into the bag and pulling out a red spud potatoe. He bit into it, and chewed away while shifting his weight about and downing the mouthful. "Yeah, I dunno about him " he gestured to Asimov before biting the potato again. "He picks up on words pretty good though." He paused midway from biting again. "Oh, I'm Kylan by the way." *chomp* *chew, chew* *smack* ...
Kylan snickered. Kylan than looked from the beast and to Isis. His face looked sour as she giggled and poked for fun.. He scuffed as already insult were thrown that he was the savage. "Tssh.. should he poke again at your skirt or did yea already forgot that?" he snapped, before pulling himself away from the conversation but not out of communication. He went across the ground he just came from to revisit the corpse with the knife pinning his neck to the tree. He grumbled below his breath before propping himself on the tree with one hand, and the other on the hilt of the dagger. "Hmmph!" he exhaled as he drew strength to remove the lodged blade, the carcass slumping to the damp forest floor with a dull thud. He then proceeded to move about his proximity there, attending the conversation but this time pre-occupied in inspecting and cleaning the blade. This is where his eyes would rest for the moment, on the gleam of the dagger.
Kylan finished, and reached around himself to conceal the dagger somewhere behind him. He looked up at the sky while he thought up an answer for her. Inhaling he responds, "Its getting dark." He looked from the sky to see her again, he really hasn't studied her face until now. The patch really takes a lot of the attention away from her face, "You know, its probably best you don't look to much into it." his tone was rather sharp and to the point, quite savvy to say the least.
Kylan now peered at the blade, seemingly ignoring her last statement. "What say it who weilds a cursed blade?" he uttered in awe, as he chomped idlely again at the nearly gone spud potato he still had a grasp of with his opposite hand.
Kylan grunted some, and shuttered at the thought of such a burden. "I'll say this.. that blade may end up owning you some day." he warned, before finishing the spud and slapping his two hands together to free any crumbs. He turned now, swallowed, and begun to round up the food and a few other things like for example, the belt the necromancer was wearing..
Kylan posed sourly when she claimed she may already be slave to the mystic powers of the sword she carried. "Then it needs to be destroyed." He uttered, as he begun to round up rope and kindling off the dead. "They were adventurers. Heading to town to resupply would be my guess." He looked them over, and nodded once in confirmation. "Anyways, I came upon them in the middle of a hunt and well they claimed to be something they were not." he ended it there and picked up their weapons and transferred them to a dip below the log and proceeded to bury them with leaves and dirt.
Kylan studied the hole for a minute and looked at the girl. "Was that you?" he asked, glancing awkwardly at her sword than back to her. "Even so, you plan to help with the bodies?" he tried to be patient and nice, but patience and nice can wear thin especially at the end of the day. He sighed lightly, and looked around at the 3 corpses. "They're dead because I killed them."
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