Description
Large golden eyes with slitted black pupils move back and forth
scanning his surroundings. He sports a furry face of brown and
grey fur with a small black nose at the end of a short, fanged
muzzle. Large, tufted ears also of grey and brown twitch about
in an endless attempt to identify the noises about him. He is
well muscled in his arms with powerful looking legs though his
belly appears a bit distended as if he has gorged recently on
something. His fur is a mostly grey and brown with a patch here
and there of white on his underbelly. His tail has black rings
barely discernable from the dark grey of the entirety.
Role
+ A tale of Youth
Added Wed Mar 3 22:10:36 2021 at level 30:
Khralhathar was born deep in the mountains far to the east where
the revolt began as his clans stories were told. He is the youngest
of thirteen cubs and the youngest of the second group of five. They
Live in a small village with groups of hut denoting the clan hierarchy.
They lived a simple life with few outsiders coming through the small
river valley that they lived in. Security through obscurity was the
nature of their success in not attracting violence to these obscure
valleys which were difficult to travel to and had little that anyone
would want. They had no money, but it was not needed. They had food,
clothing, shelter and entertainment of sorts. And that was enough.
Khral thrived in the lands, exploring every nook and cranny of every
valley with a couple of days walk. His mother and father with so many
to feed and keep healthy had little time for the one who seemed to
be content to explore and not cause trouble like a few of his siblings
were wont to do in their youthful pranks. It was a peaceful life and
Khral grew with up with compassion in his heart for those even less
fortunate than himself. He grew to have forebearance with others who
transgressed against him. Live and let live became his motto.
Over time he spent most of his time out in the woods, rarely with one
of his siblings hunting and exploring the great world within 10 miles
of his home. Sometime they would be on the edge of a large hillside
and he would stare out over the great beyond wondering what was there.
But he obeyed his mother, despite a yearning to see beyond the next hill,
and stayed within the confines that she had described to him.
One day when Khral was thirteen years old his father fell ill of a strange
wasting disease that, day by day over the course of just two months felled
him entire. His strongest emotion was pity for his mother who took care
of his father throughout those two terrible months. He spent his energy
making his mothers life less complicated by hunting and even cooking if
needed to keep the family healthy. The family was deflated by this loss
yet Khral's oldest brothers took on the responsibility for the family.
A tale of Youth(II)
Added Wed Mar 3 22:12:28 2021 at level 30:
One day an elf with a strange instrument wandered into their valley and
offered songs for meals and a bed. She was a strange creature, clean and
beautiful in Khral's eyes. She seemed to glow when she sang of love and
mercy, loss and hope. She sang of the wild lands and the Ancients of Light
in their Majestic strength. She sang of Thar-Eris and a return to a simpler
life much like they lived hunting for food and blessing the land for its
bounty. She sang of Ancients who's names no longer are spoken much if at
at all. Khral was enthralled. The elf took pity on the young felar and
sang stories of the outside world. Of great deeds done in the name
of true justice. Of mercy given that might cost but that would be honored
in the end. He asked questions and she answered, of places far away where
people gathered and worked together towards common goals.
On a cold, frosty morning weeks after the elf had left Khral set out into
the lands to learn about the things the elf had sung of. His mother and
a couple of litter mates were sad but they understood that he was firm
in his will to go. He went first to a woodsmans grove and learned the
early skills of a ranger of the woods. And then he went on to seek out
a village of heartened people and a chief who taught of Thar-Eris and Her.
Finally, he approached the tree and was welcomed by a one who spoke of
the Tree and Outlanders and their beliefs. Although he was not a priest
of the Ancients of Light, he was a kindly soul who taught and showed
what was needed for Khral to become one of them. And so he did and now
belongs to the Tree as an Outlander.
He now goes out searching for the Gods of Light to understand mercy
in his life. He sees none who expound upon the Ancients but he will see
if there is a place for him to seek counsel and understanding from.
A name is whispered to him but he knows nothing of it. Azorrine.
And Time Came and Went In Gale Winds
Added Tue Mar 23 19:03:42 2021 at level 51:
Khralhathar was bemused by much that he saw as he learned the ways of
the new lands that he found. His discoveries about himself and the
world about him consumed his thoughts and blew him forward into the
future.
One day he went looking for the shrine of the Goddess of the song that
spoke to him about mercy and justice. After one or two misstarts, and
after meeting a disgruntled Saurian on his way, he made it to a place
that whispered the name of the Goddess that he sought. Azurinne. While
standing within this place, A golden and shining being appeared and spoke
to him. He was awed and fell back to halted speech at times that he was once
limited to. She spoke of what Mercy and Justice and although she laughed
and was very kind, Khral could see that there was a gargatuan strength
enflamed within this small figure that could consume anything it chose to
touch. She then handed him a tome and asked him to read of it. This idea
caused a great fear in Khralhathar because he was barely able to read.
He spoke with a fellow warden, a half-elf who taught him to read the tome
and he has made slow but steady progress. He has read the Vows and thinks
often of what it might mean to others. He has vowed to himself not to
purposefully harm another of the light. But he knows that he accidentally
has slain a jade elf when he sent a cursed sword with souls within it to
the gods for judgement and it blew up in his face. The elf thought it was
he that had attacked him and struck Khral. Before he knew it the elf lay
dead at his feet. Perhaps complete ignorance is an excuse his subconsious
whispers to himself, but he owns the deed and laments.
The winds of time blew fast and furious through Khral's life soon after and
he learned quickly the ways of the woods and the hunt. Time passes and his
place in the tree grounds him in cherishing each day. He seeks to learn the
the ways that his herbal concoctions will help others and studies whenever
he picks through the lands gifts to further his abilities. Perhaps one day he
will find himself once again within the mountain garden on the cliff and see
the Golden Goddess again.
PK Wins
Mar 17, 2021|Lv 50|Ruins of Maethien|Englemaris vs 3: [48] Crrina (48%, wrath), [50] Bohilru (48%), [50] Khralhathar (3%)