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Okay guys... Please accept this sincere apology. I'm about to stretch the hell out of this page... Hope you like what you read Snuff
sweatdrop Oh and hey Fallen! Since you're online, this is the first draft of Krayth/Azur/The Devil's Eyes history all smashed into one.
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Character Background:Krayth was born into a household in chaos. Goaded into a frenzy by an evangelical doomsayer, the townsfolk of Riverwall had raised torches and blades against the Tal'Deraz homestead. Even as Pheena Tal'Deraz gave birth, Krayth's father Valdiir cut back zealot after zealot as they battered down the doors and tore through the windows to purify their lands of the Anima blight upon them. They succeeded in some regard. By sunrise the following morning, Pheena held her newborn son in her arms and wept over the body of her departed husband, buried by a mountain of the dead. The following day, Pheena burned their home and all the bodies within to ashes, and fled the land of Ernya forever.
For years, Krayth's life was uncommplicated. He enjoyed peace and love beside his doting mother in the seclusion of the Wormwood Marsh while she taught him to wield his companion, Beyruun. The creatures around them paid them little mind, and travelers either didn't care of didn't realize the manner of monsters that dwelled next to the road. From time to time, Pheena would invite a weary merchant or hunter into the comforts of her home. It was these moments when Krayth knew how different he was than other boys. He took his first soul at the age of five while his mother pinned the hapless man; he was innocent to the idea that he was committing murder and violating his victim's very aspect of being.
Life proceeded in this uncomplicated way until a handful of other families moved into the region and began a settlement - one that included Pheena and her lovely son. Among their numbers were children of similar age, and one particular boy named Besrim Halgar. This Besrim would quickly become Krayth's best friend outside of Beyruun, and they often ran out into the marshes to play Hunter and Prey, or Find the Relic. It was one evening when they were 13 that Krayth first saw Besrim's true nature. The settlement had grown, and there were rumors of a were-beast lurking among them. Signs pointed to a woman named Hyli Redcraw, and when the fingers were finally pointed, she vanished. For some days, so did Besrim. Many in the settlement feared the worst, but Krayth suspected his friend was still alive. Determined to find Besrim, Krayth set out into the woods alone. Two days later, he found the Halgar boy dragging Hyli's mutilated corpse throughout the wilds. As Krayth observed his friend, he watched Besrim stoop to stab Hyli's corpse over and over, snarling the same words repeatedly.
Filthy, vicious, flesh eating beast-whore. Filthy, vicious, flesh eating beast-whore.Besrim did this multiple times before Krayth finally mustered the courage to approach his "friend." He said he had feared for Besrim's safety, and followed him to his current camp. The human grinned, caked in blood, and said that he was safe but that they should hurry home -was his mother worried about him? From this point forward, Krayth never whispered a word to Besrim of his true blood. As fate would have it, he wouldn't have to. As Krayth grew, so did his supernatural hunger. At the age of 16, while Krayth and Besrim were trading goods to a neighboring settlement, The Anima no longer had the willpower to restrain his appetite. Under the cover of night, Krayth slipped away from camp and claimed the soul of a fair village girl. Unknown to him, this girl was fancied by Besrim, and also unknown to him was that Besrim had followed him that very night and witnessed the very act.
When Krayth returned to their camp, Besrim was gone. When he returned to their settlement, so was his mother. In her stead was a village thirsty with bloodlust, and they chased Krayth deep into the Marsh. There, as he scavenged for food and water, he stumbled upon his mother. Pheena was strung up to a tree, cut and burned into a spectacle that was beyond recognition except to her son. Krayth will remember the words carved into the tree beneath her, curving up from its roots and all the way to her flesh.
The mothers of monsters deserve naught to live. The whores of devils will die before more seeds can be sown. Behold, Pheena Tal'Deraz, whore b***h of Krayth Tal'Deraz, bearing the visage she has earned...The mothers of monsters deserve naught to live.Four years passed. Krayth lived a lifetime of rage, anguish and hatred. He embraced the hunger inside him, and trained to the point of collapse everyday. His lust for revenge became his obsession, and the love he once held for life was extinguished. He lived only to end Besrim, and even his ultimate goal eluded him. The Anima slowly became the monster all humans assumed him to be.
It would have continued that way, had fate not intervened. One an eve of his 21st year, Krayth met a blue scaled woman in a distant Wormwood glade. She looked out over the water, and when he spoke to her she turned. Everything he saw in her eyes he felt inside himself. She was enraged; craved blood and destruction... revenge. Her mother had been brutally murdered, and left for all to see. In her, Krayth found a kindred spirit, and for the first time in many years he sat down and consoled her. If revenge was what she sought, he said, then she should not rest until she had it. Not for a moment. At that moment, her fury evolved into determination, and gratitude. It took great effort to part company from her, but he did. Before he left, they exchanged names. Azur Bascule... and he admired those words for many weeks of travel.
Then, the time came With the aid of his only friend and confidant, Calidan Greeves, Krayth discovered the location of Besrim Halgar. He had taken up residence in a derelict fortress in the mountains of the Kishu Tundra. Without sleep or delay, the duo traveled onward. When they reached the snowy lands of Rykros, they rested. Finally, a lifetime of of obsession and violence was coming to a head. Justice was at hand..
The ruins of Fort Adelarde, framed in snow and the light of a full moon, were more than a nightmare. Rotted bodies lined the weathered corridors -none of which were human, all of which were female. Some of the cadavers bore children. All were maimed, cut and dismembered. Their putrid odor filled every corner. Calidan was filled with fear, but Krayth did not hesitate. The death around him fueled his steps. Then, they saw him.
What had once been a man of youth and beauty was now a monster of madness and hatred. In Besrim's eyes was only fire and dementia. He took one look at Krayth, and with his ghastly tools in hand the human laughed aloud.
"How long I have waited for this day! See my holy works! See how many of your poison kind have fallen! How many seeds I have crushed to dust! Now you will join them. Now--"The door on the opposite side of Besrim's makeshift meat locker burst off of its hinges. From it stalked Azur Bascule, her body transformed into its true frame. The glistening were-serpent struck first, but it did not connect. Pandemonium ensued, and in the confusion, Besrim fled into the snow. Krayth could not find the words to express himself. Suddenly, the puzzle of his life made sense. Azur's mother had died by Besrim's hands. Their mothers suffered the same fate. Now, they would share in their revenge. Invigorated by this revelation, the trio charged out into the whirling twilight.
The battle was not easy. Besrim knew no pain, and his madness drove him to feats of terrible power. Necromancy rose the frozen dead from the Earth. Azur and Krayth's fire returned them to the soil, and filled the sky with steam. Amidst the chaos, Calidan Greeves met his end - Besrim's barbed spear glistened as it tore through the cutpurse's throat. Bleeding, wounded but fueled by newfound strength, Azur and Krayth made their final stand and triumphed... but as Besrim lay dying in the snow and Krayth rose his Exodus high above to tear through his heart and swallow his soul, the serial killer laughed.
"Yes... Take my soul. Witness my works. You will see... see everything."Krayth claimed Besrim's soul, and it is a decision that will haunt him forever. All of the man's memories -witnessing Krayth slay his consort, the torture of his mother, Azur's mother, countless others... it raged within his mind beyond control. Most terrible of all was that those memories had a familiar feeling. One Krayth has felt for so many years, and as he lost conscious he realized with dread that he was not far from Besrim's own madness... he was on the verge of becoming the same monster.
He awoke to warmth, food and care. Azur had taken Krayth and the body of his friend back to the fort, and for many days while they tended each others wounds, the two kindred spirits buried the dead. Calidan came last, and from his body Krayth took a token of his friendship -Calidan's belt. Besrim's corpse would know no last rites, and Krayth took from it another token. Besrim still wore the necklace Krayth had fashioned for him so many years ago... The Anima's mind and very being were at war. His inner conflicts raged into a terrible climax, but all the while Azur remained. In the end, from so much death grew something new that neither creature had ever known. Love. Finally, when all the dead were at rest and Krayth found his inner peace, they parted from the ruins of their fateful battle.
They traveled together to many places. Their feet knew the ground of every nation, and everywhere they went they sought to right the wrongs of others. Their love grew, and grew with every villain slain, until they finally arrived in The Devil's Eye Desert. There, the many tribes of the desert knew the weight of oppression. A coven of Witch Doctors had enslaved the peoples, and forced them to die in their mines to harvest the desert's precious gems and minerals while they lounged in their lavish underground sanctum - a city large enough for hundreds but only shared by the tyrannical few. The tribesmen were proud, fierce and cultured, but they could not fight the powers that bound them. Compelled by their plight, Azur and Krayth rose up. The Revolution began slowly... fear turned to anger, and anger turned to violence. A witch doctor was slain in the open, and. suddenly there was blood in the desert. Tribes united against their oppressors, and following Azur Bascule's charge, they stormed the underground city and killed the Witch Doctors down to the last man.
Now, Krayth serves the Devil's Eye Desert as Lord Valdiir Tal'Deraz. For the first time in his life, he has found the acceptance of the people. Azur leads beside him -neither in front nor behind- as the Lady of The Devil's Eye. Finally, there is peace. Finally, there love had found a place to nest and call home. All seems well, despite the hardships ahead.
Until the nightmare came...
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