Goodbye Kraal

[Tom_Whiteman 949]

 

 

            Kraal sits at the bottom of the ocean, his pink eyes looking out into the infinite expansion of  water, at least that’s what it seems like. Chains weigh down his feet, the Lich anchored. Seaweed takes home in his ruined skeleton, his pearly white bones being dirtied by the filth in the water. He thinks back onto his life, the lich going into a deep vision. For him it’s only minutes he thinks of his life, while in reality, years pass by.

            He thinks of when he was just a boy, many, many, many, many years ago. Just a boy, eyes as pure as blue. His mother would sit him on her lap while they watched the father pull up his fish nets to retrieve his catches. He remembers the day the Undead burnt his village, his parents being stuck under rubble and burning to a disgusting ash. He was treated as an orphan, wandering from city to city, begging to pleading, fighting to crying. He found himself fleeing with the mass crowds into the Verge.

            Cil’ri, at the time, was an adopted name. He would do local farm work, harvesting, planting. Same routine, every day. He soon had the belief that he had the experience to purchase his own farm and get mina off it. After he spent his last mina on a plot of land, he found the soil was crumbly and useless. It was hard farming, the soil was pointless, birds would eat what he could grow. Hope was gone, he fled to the forests of Asulon to live a hermit life.

           Refuge was found with a group of mutilated misfits. They’re bodies were bent out of shape and a disgusting sight to see. They wore thick robes to completely vanish their physical flaws. Cil’ri started to adorn these new robes, integrating with this group. They asked him why has he come so far to stay with them. He told them the story, and adopted the name “Famine”... A name that would haunt many for the time to come.

            Soon finding himself moving, he fled to Elysium. Nothing much happened, none were too happy for Elysium was a bore to them. Leaving to Kalos, then soon to Anthos joyed the group. However, Famine thought deeply about the group and about himself. He felt the need to leave, so he did. Famine found himself in a humble town known as Vear’Haven, where he seemed to fit in. He made friends with an illusionist named Kalameet. Kalameet showed him to roots of void magic, and integrated him into a mage’s society.

 

             Many years passed, Famine finding himself thirsty for more power. He met a ghost, Evark. Evark convinced Famine that he was his long lost father and that he was from a long line of famous Liches. Famine learnt fire evocation from a twisted dark elf named Arzota. He spent time cooped up in the wilds practising his magic. Time had caught up with Famine. He was withering. He joined a group to help fight back against the Drakaar’s Boon, where he met an aspiring Necromancer, Vane. Vane, Famine, and Corvo became close friends, having very similar interests. Corvo was soon taught Necromancy, and Vane gave himself away to Wraithdom, becoming a master at the art of Necromancy…

            Famine was left behind, dying… He soon past, a small burial was held and some said their last few goodbyes… But Vane had a different plan, he dug up Famine’s body and placed it before a tall golden spire. Vane, Corvo, and joined by shatter-mask, the three necromancers brought forth life to the dead Lich. Famine was revived! Renewed! Immortal! He attacked Malinor at his fullest, summoning mighty orbs of fire that would explode on contact with the earth! Create devastating illusions to confuse his enemies.

            One day, however, Kraal was caught. A twisted electrical evocationist believed a Daemon was talking to him. He convinced Kraal, and Kraal met the great spirit Ikuras. They gathered four powerful mages and freed the great spirit! Kraal was causing destruction and grief around every corner. A band of knights were set out to destroy Ikuras forever, they kidnapped Kraal. When Kraal failed to comply, he was sent to his doom. They chained him in heavy shackles, sailing out from a peninsula into a large sea and tosses the Lich into the water. He sunk, lower, lower, lower, until the heavy iron weights hit the seafloor with a ‘THUD’.

           

            Kraal’s eyes fade… Vane holds onto his phylactery back at the Coven’s home, placing it onto a dense anvil. Wielding a smithing hammer, he begins to crack down upon the phylactery, killing Kraal. In these last few moments, Kraal knows that he made the mistakes no man should. Immortal or not, no one can escape their fate. The phylactery breaks open, Kraal’s soul ascending to the seven-skies, where he’ll join his true mother and father. Maybe he might start again.

 

Kraal, the masterful Illusionist, the masterful pyromancer, the lich, Famine, Cil'ri is now dead. PK'd forever. I played him for well more than two and a half years. It was very fun, this character is how I met almost everyone I know. Bye-bye Kraal. 

[Friendly Guy 223]

[Tom_Whiteman 949]

[My char died, I'm not leaving the server. lol]

[Rig 17591]

Mithras in his depressed state remembers his first duel with Kraal, silently sighing. It ended up being a stalemate, until Famine fled with elven guards on his tail.

He quietly writes into his journal, his normally nice writing chicken scratch in his drunken state. 

[Raptorious 1899]

[Trips 344]

its k to cry a little innit?

 

rip in peace sweet kraal

[DrakeHaze. 2524]

P O W E R F U L

[LPT 771]

Ripperoni

[Rael 935]

bye kraal ill miss you on LOTC

[Travista 1361]

Dem feels doe, riperoni you silly lich.

[Zarsies 6795]

Ignorance is the only haven to the woes of the world. A small boy would agree, him too unaware of the realm's loss.

[Parkins 550]

Ger'Veran would mourn the loss of yet another member of the Adherency.

 

"Our losses grow with each passing moon, it seems.."

[ToenailTickler 290]

"Hahahahahahaha"A goblin can be heard farting and laughing somewhere on the stone road.

[Merkaken 516]

Siggourdnbad's spirit looks at Kraal's end. He gives a small chuckle. "At least I'll have a friend now..."

[Dromui 755]

Skale lays in silence, alone, as it's been now for many years. With a rather sudden gasp, he sits up in his bed, grasping at his chest. He looks around the empty room, the room of his tree house, with a pang of sadness, clearly visible within his pale eyes. His dream, still racing through his mind, still vivid, still strong. An old friend, one he once taught, one who once taught him, the Lich Kraal. Though an abomination, now considered an enemy to him as a Cleric, a friend nonetheless. Within his dreams, the albino cleric appeared to see Kraal, alone, at the bottom of the seas, simply dying off, bones fragmenting off, the light within his twisted eyes dying away. 

 

And all the cleric felt, was sadness.

 

"I'll be joining you and the boys back home soon enough, Kraal, don't you worry..."

 

((I'll PK Skale to join you soon, love <3))