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In the land of smoldering sands, a rare breed of scorpion lives in Crystal catacombs that spiderweb under the nearly molten dunes. This breed of scorpion has venom that is flammable when made in contact with air and highly corrosive when injected into the live tissue. They grow quite large when hunting in the vast cave systems hidden below the hellish landscape of Svarog. In a large crystal cavern where all sorts of creatures gather to drink from a deep aquifer Oasis. It is here where a niche biome flourishes in ambient heat and fresh water. Sol who is A slightly Boulder-sized svarog scorpion named by the pinky clan that shares the habitat with the ferocious beast. A long-standing feud for supremacy of the aquifer has been in a heated deadlock between Sol and the pinky clan. On a particularly hellish heat wave tensions bloomed to the breaking point and the pinkies ambushed Sol at the watering hole. Sol reacted instinctively with torrents of wrath and savagery. A Titanic battle that lasted a hundred breaths roared throughout the cavern. Sol laid waste to throngs of pinkies setting ablaze anything and everything within a hundred yards. The cavern was soon scorched bare of all life. The Pinkies surrounded the deadly beast and with great sacrifice delivered a fatal blow to the creature igniting it with a strike to its venom gland. Sol set fire to every inch of life in his death throws. | In the land of smoldering sands, a rare breed of scorpion lives in Crystal catacombs that spiderweb under the nearly molten dunes. This breed of scorpion has venom that is flammable when made in contact with air and highly corrosive when injected into the live tissue. They grow quite large when hunting in the vast cave systems hidden below the hellish landscape of Svarog. In a large crystal cavern where all sorts of creatures gather to drink from a deep aquifer Oasis. It is here where a niche biome flourishes in ambient heat and fresh water. Sol who is A slightly Boulder-sized svarog scorpion named by the pinky clan that shares the habitat with the ferocious beast. A long-standing feud for supremacy of the aquifer has been in a heated deadlock between Sol and the pinky clan. On a particularly hellish heat wave tensions bloomed to the breaking point and the pinkies ambushed Sol at the watering hole. Sol reacted instinctively with torrents of wrath and savagery. A Titanic battle that lasted a hundred breaths roared throughout the cavern. Sol laid waste to throngs of pinkies setting ablaze anything and everything within a hundred yards. The cavern was soon scorched bare of all life. The Pinkies surrounded the deadly beast and with great sacrifice delivered a fatal blow to the creature igniting it with a strike to its venom gland. Sol set fire to every inch of life in his death throws. | ||
As he burned to cinders so did the entire biome in the cavern. A hearty cavern tree which was a mother seed had been scorched to ash and coal by Sol's wrath. As it went up in flames, it let out a slow forboding hiss and wail. A whispered curse echoed into the dying mind of Sol. I speak for the biomes who now have no life. "I am An Bas (The Reaper) accursed guardian to mother seeds and death incarnate to all who oppose them, your flesh is gone, but your soul will live for that which you have laid to waste. The innocence you have killed here has stained your soul and shall be what chains you to this world. You will be reborn from the ashes of your victim and your charred remains to be a guardian to those who still yet live." The agony of life left Sol's flesh than and the day grew to dusk.A stirring of motion within the smoldering carnage began. The ash and scorched remains of the svarog scorpion whipped into a small whirlwind of silent, ominous presence. A small singed figure formed within the churning debris and took a humanoid shape; a creature of wrath and vengeance, darkness and hate, an accursed warrior of Agrona, a Hyrrokkin. A silence so loud and profound it deafened the mind if anyone were to hear it. As the moment passed a thunderclap of raw command rang within the Ashened form, and a devil's whisper sprang forth from nowhere and everywhere at once " go forth and be the harbinger of destruction. Lay waste to all who are not your master." With a wrenching dry maniacal laugh, the smoldering creature of death incarnate departed it's once grave site and aimless killed any that crossed it's path as it roamed the earth. | As he burned to cinders so did the entire biome in the cavern. A hearty cavern tree which was a mother seed had been scorched to ash and coal by Sol's wrath. As it went up in flames, it let out a slow forboding hiss and wail. A whispered curse echoed into the dying mind of Sol. I speak for the biomes who now have no life. "I am An Bas (The Reaper) accursed guardian to mother seeds and death incarnate to all who oppose them, your flesh is gone, but your soul will live for that which you have laid to waste. The innocence you have killed here has stained your soul and shall be what chains you to this world. You will be reborn from the ashes of your victim and your charred remains to be a guardian to those who still yet live." The agony of life left Sol's flesh than and the day grew to dusk.A stirring of motion within the smoldering carnage began. The ash and scorched remains of the svarog scorpion whipped into a small whirlwind of silent, ominous presence. A small singed figure formed within the churning debris and took a humanoid shape; a creature of wrath and vengeance, darkness and hate, an accursed warrior of Agrona, a Hyrrokkin. A silence so loud and profound it deafened the mind if anyone were to hear it. As the moment passed a thunderclap of raw command rang within the Ashened form, and a devil's whisper sprang forth from nowhere and everywhere at once " go forth and be the harbinger of destruction. Lay waste to all who are not your master." With a wrenching dry maniacal laugh, the smoldering creature of death incarnate departed it's once grave site and aimless killed any that crossed it's path as it roamed the earth. | ||
Revision as of 05:43, 4 March 2019
Realm: korriban, Korriban Thursday, Andúril
Fighting style : fools guard glaive, sword and board
House: Lungless
Race: Hyrrokkin; svarog scorpion mangled ash carcass given new life.
lore: In the land of smoldering sands, a rare breed of scorpion lives in Crystal catacombs that spiderweb under the nearly molten dunes. This breed of scorpion has venom that is flammable when made in contact with air and highly corrosive when injected into the live tissue. They grow quite large when hunting in the vast cave systems hidden below the hellish landscape of Svarog. In a large crystal cavern where all sorts of creatures gather to drink from a deep aquifer Oasis. It is here where a niche biome flourishes in ambient heat and fresh water. Sol who is A slightly Boulder-sized svarog scorpion named by the pinky clan that shares the habitat with the ferocious beast. A long-standing feud for supremacy of the aquifer has been in a heated deadlock between Sol and the pinky clan. On a particularly hellish heat wave tensions bloomed to the breaking point and the pinkies ambushed Sol at the watering hole. Sol reacted instinctively with torrents of wrath and savagery. A Titanic battle that lasted a hundred breaths roared throughout the cavern. Sol laid waste to throngs of pinkies setting ablaze anything and everything within a hundred yards. The cavern was soon scorched bare of all life. The Pinkies surrounded the deadly beast and with great sacrifice delivered a fatal blow to the creature igniting it with a strike to its venom gland. Sol set fire to every inch of life in his death throws. As he burned to cinders so did the entire biome in the cavern. A hearty cavern tree which was a mother seed had been scorched to ash and coal by Sol's wrath. As it went up in flames, it let out a slow forboding hiss and wail. A whispered curse echoed into the dying mind of Sol. I speak for the biomes who now have no life. "I am An Bas (The Reaper) accursed guardian to mother seeds and death incarnate to all who oppose them, your flesh is gone, but your soul will live for that which you have laid to waste. The innocence you have killed here has stained your soul and shall be what chains you to this world. You will be reborn from the ashes of your victim and your charred remains to be a guardian to those who still yet live." The agony of life left Sol's flesh than and the day grew to dusk.A stirring of motion within the smoldering carnage began. The ash and scorched remains of the svarog scorpion whipped into a small whirlwind of silent, ominous presence. A small singed figure formed within the churning debris and took a humanoid shape; a creature of wrath and vengeance, darkness and hate, an accursed warrior of Agrona, a Hyrrokkin. A silence so loud and profound it deafened the mind if anyone were to hear it. As the moment passed a thunderclap of raw command rang within the Ashened form, and a devil's whisper sprang forth from nowhere and everywhere at once " go forth and be the harbinger of destruction. Lay waste to all who are not your master." With a wrenching dry maniacal laugh, the smoldering creature of death incarnate departed it's once grave site and aimless killed any that crossed it's path as it roamed the earth.
