Description
Remarkably plain would be the duergar before you if not for
the aura of confidence and impending death that he seems to
wear like a cloak. He has a neatly trimmed black and gray
beard that hangs to his belt. His eyes are unnervingly pale,
white as bleached bone with a rim of crimson around the
pupils. A long scar above his eye neatly severs his eyebrow
in two with it's white streak. His nose is long and hawkish
and looks to have been broken a few times, and his ears are
large but not overly so. His black and gray hair falls to his
shoulders though it is tied with a strip of black leather at the
nape of his neck. He stands just shy of five foot tall, though
his bulging muscles look well honed from many years of use.
He wears the finest armors and wields the sharpest blades,
all of them adorned with the Imperial symbols of the Hornet
and the Blade Sect.
Role
Death and Order
Added Thu Aug 2 19:22:07 2007 at level 40:
Dyrin answered the call of his Emperor and charged headless of his own
survival into the fray within the Altar room. The massive watcher even though
being torn apart by Hunsobo's twin acidic blades turned to confront the new
arrival. Undaunted by the smell of his own fleshing cooking from the searing
light strikes of the watcher, Dyrin slammed his shoulder into his real
target, Dhanh the transmuter. The wizard thinking himself protected by the
massive guardian of the Fortress, began to weave his spells on Dyrin in
retaliation. Feeling his muscles slow as if mired in a bog, Dyrin realized he
would have to act quickly. With one quick strike he began to switch his focus
onto the transmuter. Again and again he knocked the wizard, all the time
driving his poisoned blades through the wizards protections and into
satisfying flesh. With a sudden roar Hunsobo's flurry of death sent the
Watcher's head to the floor, and the crystal orb to Hunsobo's awaiting
massive hand. The wizard too late realizing his doom tried to flee past Dyrin
and down the hallway. With barely a turn of his head Dyrin slashed one of his
poisoned blades backwards catching the wizard in the throat. With a
satisfying thud Dhanh hit the floor behind him, his poisoned blood spurting
from the massive slash across his throat, Dead.
Suddenly Dyrin felt a surge of pride, as the Emperor announced his promotion
to the rank of Elite Blade. Dyrin thanked the Emperor whose only response to
the promotion was, "Dat stylism.". That was more praise then he had ever
received from his own hated father. Elated that all his plans from so long
ago had begun to come together, he began to think back to how it all began
and how Death had always brought rewards to him. His mind wandered as he
walked from the Marans halls, blood and poison still dripping from his
blades...
Dyrins father screamed at him to stack the bricks of the new mausoleum
faster, because the body of the merchant they were to entomb was beginning to
smell like his drunken whore of a mother. Behind schedule as usual because
his father was too drunk to do any of the work, the very young Dyrin tried to
keep up the grueling pace his fathers whip set for him. Dyrin dreamt of
the day he would get to turn the whip on his own son, and maybe in his wilder
dreams the slaves who were building a monument to him. In truth though Dyrin
enjoyed the mason work, and marveled at how the tombs would outlast not only
him, but the bodies they entombed inside. The stones arranged in a perfect
order becoming more then they had ever been alone. His father would always
scold with words stolen from a preacher of the Hornet, "The only mark a man
can really make in this world is what he builds to be left behind when he is
dust." Those words would stick with Dyrin and rule his destiny.
Dyrin always took notice of how Death shaped the world around him, especially
working in the graveyard. The death of certain people would cause ripples in
the world that they could not create even in life. However it was two deaths
in particular that really awoken its potential. The first death was a rich
noble who had been murdered, who in life besides having a title and wealth
had no great import on the world around him. However in death he had spurred
a bitter war between two faction