DizzyGrey

What the **** is a Kharayr

An ancient Kharajyr remembers, now and then when interacting with shortfolk, the Swathed Girl, and Eila before that. A mystery, but one she could have guessed time and again. She remembers frustration, and feelings of mockery or sneering behind her own eyes. She remembers plots of possible betrayal, of religious disgust that she hid behind obeisance and a friendship both knew was given falsely. She remembers questions of how that now-missing woman- if it could have been called that- could be used. Exploited to Yhl’Flaaowni’s own ends. But most of all she remembers Celia’nor, and a saddle given freely when the Cheetrah needed it most desperately. And some small part of her, buried and subsumed beneath the hatred and the anger toward all external of her own people, uses that memory to elicit a softness toward the shortfolk that no others have earned. Funny, isn’t it? Such a dark existence, continuing in part to exist in acts of gentleness so rare they may as well be called miracles.

I think it's funny if we keep these wishy washy knights down. MAGIC OR MIGHT, YOU AGNOSTIC SHIT! (let the magic knight use the spell it fits the flavour)

You have failed. I remain here, amidst your greatest bastion. I remain, and so does the darkness I have seeded, beneath the moon of this wretched plane. Is this the best of those sworn to destroy me? How far you have fallen since my days among you. Perhaps you need impetus to do your duty? Some form of incentive to hold true to the oaths your wretched lot swore? I will provide it. A life shall be ruined, each saint's day. Loved ones taken. Bodies mutilated. Pain announced with shrieks of agony and the tears of the weak. This shall continue until you find my corruption, and finish my test of your ineptitude. Draz-Vorzuth. Creation of Draz-Kulzattar. The Bat.

War has been declared upon the darkness. You people march as your banners flag in the wind, all the power of the soldiers of good to be brought down upon our evil. You dream of heroically ending our cruelty, of bringing to torch and sword these hands that have inflicted so much pain to your disgusting kind. And to that I sneer. For why should I fear those who cannot even keep their own home safe from the touch of my corruption? Why need I look upon your amassed weaklings with anything other than scorn and contempt, for even in the very heart of your shining realm, Idunia, you are yet still found wanting. I have placed darkness within your home, fools. An experiment, to test your people’s might where they claim to be strongest. For more than a year now, my touch has festered behind your Alduun walls. For more than a year I have waited. Waited to see your righteous comeuppance, to watch as your light burned away the power of a singular agent of the Black Church, where it was strongest. And yet I am here. The darkness remains. And what’s worse? You added doors to my path to it. Perhaps even knowingly leaving my corruption to stagnate and fester within your very home. So tell me, great once-Exilic Kingdom. Tell me, agents of the betrayer aengul Malchadiel. Tell me, Tar and footman alike. Shall you seek me, find me, burn me out? Or shall I linger, to make things even worse? To scar and maim more of you as testaments to my might? Come. Find me, for I rest by this corruption. Come, now that you needed aid to do what you swore to. Draz-Vorzuth. Creation of Draz-Kulzattar. The Bat. [The below is not to be taken IRP, just an idea of what you're after]

I'm looking for someone that would like to play a golem (type doesn't matter, up to you). The aesthetic would be heavily shamanic with an emphasis on bright colours and deep blues. You'd be made of stone that would be painted over, and with things such as melted candles over your form, feathers, drawings in blood and Haruspexy, things like that. We can facilitate any sort of minor magical aesthetics. You would also be representative of Kharajyr culture as well, so the golem would be made to look as if either one of the Kharajyr Great Beasts or like a Kharajyr yourself. Purpose of the golem would be to keep other Kha safe and whack the **** out of anything that threatens/annoys, and on an OOC level to show more of the religious culture of the so-called 'perfect race'.

Perhaps it is the treasure you found along the way?

Hanzo Vourkehardt hadn’t known the man he fought alongside, on the steps to the domain of the White Tower. Elerrion’s name was something forgotten to common story long before the bastard was born. Yet his actions that day would not be. Could not be. The Ranger was unworthy. Unworthy to have been the one fighting beside the last moments of the heroic Templar. Unworthy in his own actions’ failure to make such sacrifice worth the cost. Unworthy to have borne the faith that had been placed within those around Elerrion in those moments. Yet even in death, the actions of the few can inspire the many. An oath was made, and not one done so lightly, for those of the shining kingdom treat such with solemnity. The third oath of Hanzo’s life, taken in silence and surrounded by the blood of evil slain and of innocents unjustly murdered. A promise to make up for mistakes of violence, and to ensure the templar’s sacrifice was not in vain.

Yhl'Flaaowni glances over at Slorbin, scratching at her eyebrow as she pulls a face. Whoops.

I WILL BE A CACKLING HAG WITH A BROOM OR I'LL KILL SOMEONE

WATCH THE VIDEO IT'S COOOOOOOL

Lmao a whole manifesto and it was posted in 2022. I gotta pack up