Description
Oroas' slender skeletal frame stands at a modest five and a half feet,
blending seamlessly into the throng with an air of inconspicuousness. His
black hair, once merely unkempt, now bears the distinguished marks of silver
threads woven amidst the wild tangles, suggesting a chronicle of relentless
toils. His eyes, small and piercing, are etched with fine lines that speak to
a habitual squintperhaps from peering into the distance or scrutinizing
finer details. The nose, characteristically askew, hints at a history of
venturesome escapades. Pronounced cheekbones cast stark shadows over his
visage, now etched with the subtlest hints of life's rigors, while his
complexion retains a ghostly pallor, as if untouched by sunlight, betraying a
continuous state of intense vigilance.
Role
The Dreamer's Dissonance
Added Mon Oct 30 21:09:56 2023 at level 51:
Oroas, whose soul thrummed with an insatiable hunger for the vast and
unknowable expanses beyond his claustrophobic birthplace, harbored a fervor
for exploration that was almost religious in its intensity. The concept of
the world outside the stifling confines of Dagdan, where the air was thick
with tradition and unspoken rules, called to him with the seductive whisper
of a siren song, promising wonders and horrors in equal measure. Yet, this
fervent desire was a solitary flame in the face of his father's relentless
pragmatism.
His progenitor, a solitary pillar of stoic discipline, was a guardsman whose
very blood was alloyed with loyalty to the town that Oroas found so
excruciatingly mundane. The elder man's life was a mosaic of regimented duty
and unyielding structure, a stark contrast to the boundless dreams that
danced like will-o'-the-wisps in Oroas's mind.
Oroas was not chiseled from the same stone as his father, the art of war, the
dance of steel and shield, was anathema to his inquisitive nature.
Recognizing this dissonance, his father, ever the pragmatist yet not devoid
of affection, steered the boy towards the arcane. Shapeshifting, an art as
mercurial as Oroas's own dreams, became the canvas upon which he could paint
his soul's desires. It was a practice that flirted with the outer edges of
reality, where the fabric of existence was thin and malleable, much like the
young dreamer's yearning for a life less ordinary. In the mutable forms of
shapeshifting, Oroas found an echo of the freedom he sought, a brief respite
from the suffocating order of his world.
Thus Oroas surrendered himself to the whimsical tides of his imagination, a
stark contrast to the rigid discipline of his father's world. While the elder
stood sentinel over the mundane reality of Dagdan, Oroas danced with the
spectres of his desires, his soul taking flight in daydreams of roaring as a
lion, sovereign of the land, or soaring as an eagle, sentinel of the skies.
His yearning was to witness the world through a kaleidoscope of eyes, to
drink in the diversity of existence with a voraciousness that bordered on the
sacred.
But with each transformation he conjured in the sanctuary of his mind, a seed
of resentment towards his father took root and flourished in the fertile soil
of his discontent. The pragmatic shackles of duty and the relentless drills
that were meant to forge him in the image of his progenitor only served to
fan the flames of his rebellion. Yet, entwined with the bitterness was a
filament of love, complex and unyielding, it was the kind of love that could
only be born of fundamental differencea love that both tethered him and
propelled him towards his inevitable flight.
The Specters of Slumber
Added Mon Oct 30 21:11:12 2023 at level 51:
For Oroas was not hewn from the bedrock of Dagdan's legacy, he was an entity
unto himself, as mercurial as the zephyrs that caressed the ancient stones of
the town. His thirst for knowledge, for the forbidden fruits of arcane
wisdom, was insatiable. It was a silent accord of mutual, albeit grudging,
respect that bound father and son, each a mirror to the other's antithesis.
In the throes of youthful defiance and driven by the tempest of his ambition,
Oroas did what all creatures of wild spirit must, he cast off the chains of
his heritage and fled into the embrace of the unknown. Barely more than a
child in years, yet ancient in dreams, he embarked on a quest to master the
esoteric art of shapeshiftinga journey that would lead him into the maw of
worlds untold, to commune with the very essence of metamorphosis that might
strip away not only his form but the very fibers of his humanity.
The specter of his father's influence loomed large in the tapestry of
Oroass destiny, a warp thread of iron amidst the weft of his own
aspirations. Under this unyielding tutelage, even in absence, he honed his
craft, his essence flowing into forms both majestic and mighty. As a
shapeshifter, his prowess grew, his being could swell to embody the ferocity
of the direst creatures, and in these guises, he found kinship amongst those
who sought what he did. His discipline, an inheritance he once resented, now
fueled his ascent to realms of power.
Yet, with the burgeoning of his abilities, there came a darknessa creeping
malaise that spilled over from the realm of slumber into his waking world.
Nightmares began to stalk him, as if some malevolent force had taken an
unsettling interest in his spirit. Shadowy tendrils invaded his dreams,
weaving tapestries of anguish and echoes of torment that left him trembling
in the cold sweat of fear.
These were no mere dreams he would come to know, they were visions of
otherness that defied comprehension, a parade of horrors that whispered of
places far beyond the pastoral familiarity of Thera. Within these night
terrors, his home, his father, every familiar touchstone was twisted into
grotesqueries that mocked his deepest fears. The dreamscape became a theater
of the macabre, where the boundaries between the known and the unknowable
were blurred by a perspective alien to his mind.
Each night, Oroas gazed through eyes not his own, as if some cosmic voyeur
orchestrated his torment, forcing him to witness a reality where the very
fabric of existence was saturated with malevolence. These were not the dreams
of a man, but the prophetic plagues of a mind brushing against the outer
dark, where the rules of nature crumbled and the insidious infinity of the
cosmos bared its teeth in the guise of his deepest, most ineffable fears.
The Waning of the Warden
Added Mon Oct 30 21:12:10 2023 at level 51:
Within the tortured realms of his unconscious mind, Oroas became a silent
sentinel to phantasmagoric scenes that defied the laws of the physical world.
He stood, helpless and horrified, as he beheld his father through the lens of
an otherworldly voyeurism. It was as if he peered through a crystal barrier,
one that shimmered with the illusory divide between reality and the realm of
spectral leeches. These vile specters, invisible to the most enlightened of
mages, revealed themselves to him in the vulnerability of sleep, a perverse
privilege that turned his rest into a gallery of silent screams.
Through this translucent partition, he witnessed the sapping of his
fathers life essence, the vital force being drawn out in tendrils of
ethereal mist by the unseen parasites that feasted upon the living. The
beings were insidious, lurking beyond the veil of perception, thriving in the
shadows cast by the light of the arcane.
At first, Oroas dismissed these visions as mere figments of his own twisted
imagination, the spawn of a mind too long steeped in the arcane. They were,
he assured himself, the nightmares of a soul that had wandered too far into
the mists of the unknown. Yet, a disquiet gnawed at his reason, a worm of
doubt that wriggled its way into the marrow of his convictions.
Armed with the full arsenal of his shapeshifting guild's lore, a mastery that
he had sought as both sanctuary and sword, Oroas ventured back to the place
of his lineage. He returned not as the prodigal son, but as a harbinger of
truths unsought, bearing the weight of revelations that threatened to
fracture the very foundations of his world. His homecoming was to be a
testament to his journey, a demonstration of the arcane to a father who had
seen him as little more than a leaf in the wind, now returned as the storm
itself.
Oroas returned to the cradle of his youth only to be greeted by the grim
visage of decay. The once indomitable figure of his father was now a husk, a
vessel succumbing to the ravages of time accelerated by unseen leeches. The
patriarch lay withering before him, his vitality siphoned away, leaving
behind a shell aged beyond the cruel hand of nature. Oroas was engulfed by a
deluge of sorrow as he kept vigil by the bedside of the man who was both his
mentor and antithesis, watching the dwindling sands of life slip away.
The Inheritance of Shadows
Added Mon Oct 30 21:12:39 2023 at level 51:
In the wake of his father's passing, a profound transformation overtook
Oroas. The death was not just an end to a life, it was a grim testament to
the reality of predators cloaked in the veil of the void, preying upon the
essence of the unsuspecting. The carefree contours of Oroas's countenance
were now etched with a somber resolve, the light-heartedness that once danced
in his eyes replaced by the flint of a newfound purpose.
This spectral revelation had cast Oroas in a crucible of introspection,
forging within him a steely determination. The frivolity of his past pursuits
now seemed a fools errand in the face of such malevolent truths. A hunger
for reparation began to gnaw at him, a desire to align his arcane prowess
with the pragmatic wisdom his father had espoused. The path to redemption lay
shrouded in uncertainty, but Oroas was resolute. To honor the memory of his
father and to combat the darkness that had taken so much from him, he would
wield his shapeshifting gifts not as a mere dreamer but as a sentinel against
the insidious forces that lurk in the unseen corners of the world.
Time, ever the impartial chronicler, would bear witness to the metamorphosis
of Oroas. From the chrysalis of grief and regret, what manner of being would
emerge, and how he would tilt the scales in this clandestine war against the
voracious unknown, remained to be written in the annals of Thera.
The Crucible of Doubt
Added Sat Nov 4 10:44:41 2023 at level 51:
In the nascent years of his tenure as a Magistrate, Oroas had indeed
flourished. The rigors of his fathers teachings, once a shackle to his
free-spirited nature, had become the foundation upon which he built his
acclaim. His tenacity and unyielding resolve had seen him rise through the
ranks, his name synonymous with the relentless pursuit of justice within the
Tribunal. He had not been a stranger to the sting of battle, his own blood a
testimony to his commitment to safeguarding the cities under his watch. The
tangible difference he made, the palpable decrease in nefarious deeds, was a
clear sign of his burgeoning influence.
Yet, this very success seeded a turmoil within him, a garden of discord
blooming from a soil of complex emotions. Each criminal apprehended, each
threat quelled, felt like an echo of his father's legacya resonance he had
never sought. The pride in his accomplishments was muddied by an undercurrent
of irritation, a vexing reminder of his youthful defiance and his quest to
carve a distinct identity separate from his father. This internal dichotomy
was a specter that haunted his satisfaction, as he grappled with the duality
of his existence.
The acknowledgment of his efficacy was a mirror, reflecting a visage that was
increasingly akin to the stern, uncompromising figure of his progenitor. It
was a realization that chafed against the remnants of his rebellious spirit.
Did his proficiency within the Tribunal's walls affirm his fathers vision?
Was his success not his own but merely the fulfillment of a destiny written
long before by the man he had both revered and resisted?
In the quietest moments, when the clamor of his duties subsided, Oroas found
himself wrestling with these thoughts, a silent storm raging within the
chambers of his heart. The pride in his duty, the sense of purpose that
stirred in his breast, was a symphony accompanied by the discordant notes of
doubt and introspection.
As Oroas ascended within the ranks of the Tribunal, the specter of doubt
began to gnaw at the edges of his consciousness. The harrowing vision that
presaged his father's demisethe spectral assailants draining his life
forcepersisted in the recesses of his mind, a haunting tableau that raised
questions about his own mental fortitude. Had the phantoms that heralded
death been but a figment of his imagination? Was his mind fabricating
shadows, or had he glimpsed a hidden truth that others were blind to?
A Questioning Ascent
Added Sat Nov 4 10:45:32 2023 at level 51:
This seed of uncertainty sprouted amidst his observations of his colleague,
Radus. Once a figure of stoic justice, Radus had succumbed to the
intoxicating influence of his shapeshifting abilities. The transformation was
not just of flesh but of spirit, Radus had become a creature of volatility,
his essence seemingly corrupted by an insatiable hunger for the souls he
hunted. The cait-sidhe, feline spirits of caprice and malice, were known to
meddle with the minds of the unwary. Could it be that Oroas, too, was under
their subtle siege?
The thought was a splinter in Oroas's mind, a sliver of dread that he could
not easily extract. It was a possibility that sowed the seeds of unease, the
fear that he might be walking a path parallel to Raduss descent. Yet,
there was little time for introspection, the relentless tide of Tribunal
duties left scant moments for reflection, the cascade of obligations a
bulwark against the creeping vines of paranoia.
Amidst these turbulent undercurrents, the Provost extended an offer that was
both an honor and a harbinger of inner conflict. The title of Vindicator was
a mantle of great distinction, yet it bore with it implications that
unsettled Oroas. Vindicators were the epitome of the Tribunal's might, the
hunters in the darkness who pursued justice with a zeal that bordered on the
ferocious. Oroas, while unflinching in his commitment to duty, did not relish
the hunt with the bloodlust that seemed to animate some of his peers.
The honor of the position weighed heavily upon him, a gilded chain that was
both a privilege and a ponderous load. Would accepting the role of Vindicator
amplify the violent whispers that already threaded through his thoughts? Or
would it grant him the clarity of purpose, a singular focus that might drown
out the cacophony of his doubts?
In the crucible of his decision, Oroas knew that he would embrace his duty
with the same vigor that had propelled him to his state now. Yet, beneath the
veneer of confidence, the quiet tremor of concern remained, a vigilant
sentinel against the potential erosion of his very soul.
Uncertainty was his silent consort, yet the recommendation of the Provost
resounded like a clarion call. It was not merely an offer, it was
affirmation, a clarion acknowledgment of his unwavering service, and a
testament to the potential seen within him by the highest echelons of the
Tribunal. To decline was unthinkable, it would be to turn his back on the
very essence of his being, the very principles he had enshrined within his
heart.
He would notcould notshirk from the call. The mantle of the Vindicator,
with all its daunting expectations and illustrious shadows, beckoned. Oroas
stepped forward, not with the brashness of youth, but with the measured tread
of one who understands the road ahead will test the very fibers of his
spirit.
Duty's Solemn Burden
Added Thu Nov 9 18:51:45 2023 at level 51:
The path Oroas trod as a Vindicator was one of solitary dedication, a journey
that resonated deeply with the ethos of the Witch of the Eternal Library,
Lady Ishuli. In her domain, the pursuit of singular purpose was not merely
encourage, it was the very pillar upon which her sanctum was built. Oroas's
single-minded commitment to mastering the law aligned seamlessly with her
philosophy. The law was his chosen craft, his obsession, and in Lady Ishuli's
teachings, he foresaw the apotheosis of his life's work.
In the embrace of civilization, amidst the labyrinthine order of cities that
mirrored the structured haven of the Eternal Library, Oroas found a kinship
with Lady Ishuli's philosophy. The rules that governed the cobblestone
streets were akin to the laws that held dominion in her realm of knowledge.
There was a sanctity in this order, an unspoken pact entered upon crossing
the threshold, be it into the city or into the library's vast expanse.
The tenure of Oroas as a Vindicator was marked by a steadfast adherence to a
grim but necessary creed. Each clash, each moment where the light faded from
the eyes of those he brought to justice, was not a cause for celebration but
a somber duty fulfilled. Oroas carried the weight of these encounters not as
badges of honor but as burdens of responsibility. He wielded his power with a
grave reluctance, an understanding that each drop of blood spilled in the
name of the law was a tragic necessity. Outside the purview of his office, he
made a conscious effort to sheathe his weapons and don the cloak of peace,
setting aside the tools of war.
Echoes of the Cait-Sidhe
Added Thu Nov 9 18:52:28 2023 at level 51:
Yet, the price of such constant vigilance and the taint of violence began to
exact a toll on Oroas's psyche. The quiet hours of the night, once a respite,
became a theater for the macabrea stage where the specters of his past
danced in relentless repetition. His father, an anchor in both life and
death, haunted his slumber, accompanied by the sinister silhouette of wraiths
and the faces of those whose lives had been extinguished by his decree.
These nightmares grew more vivid with time, a nocturnal crescendo that
mirrored the frequency of his transformations. Oroas had often shifted into
the form of the cait-sidhe, embracing their agility and stealth in the
pursuit of justice. Yet, he could not shake the feeling that in borrowing
their shape, he had also inherited a shadow of their essence, a psychological
residue that stained his subconscious.
The thought that his mind could be unraveling, frayed by the very magic that
empowered him, was a notion Oroas was reluctant to entertain. The
alternativethat these visions were an omen or a cursewas a possibility
too grim to consider. It was a thought that lingered on the periphery of his
contemplation, an unwelcome guest that he refused to host.
To Oroas, the explanation had to lie within the realm of the rational, the
psychological impact of his demanding role and the arcane energies he so
frequently called upon. It was a theory he clung to, a lifeline thrown into
the tumultuous sea of his thoughts. He hoped that understanding and mastering
the law with Lady Ishuli's guidance might also bring clarity to his troubled
mind. Perhaps, within the ordered sanctuary of the Eternal Library, he could
find the solace to soothe the tempest in his dreams, to reclaim the quietude
that once graced his nights.
PK Wins
Oct 31, 2023|Lv 51|Azreth Wood|Morktoor vs 1: [51] Oroas (100%, KB)
Oct 31, 2023|Lv 51|Galadon|Yerek vs 1: [51] Oroas (100%, KB)
Oct 31, 2023|Lv 51|Grinning Skull Village|Buoi vs 3: [51] Oroas (55%, claw), [51] Celdimerick (12%), [51] Scroud (31%)
Nov 1, 2023 |Lv 51|Galadon|Yerek vs 2: [51] Ixhustal (7%), [51] Oroas (92%, KB)
Nov 2, 2023 |Lv 51|Galadon|Xzelyx vs 1: [51] Oroas (100%, chop)
Nov 2, 2023 |Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Yerek vs 2: [51] Oroas (56%), [51] Khumahk (43%, slash)
Nov 2, 2023 |Lv 51|Forest of Prosimy|Flawagla vs 1: [51] Oroas (100%, claw)
Nov 2, 2023 |Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Gracie vs 3: [51] Ihrn (25%), [51] Fisih (21%, KB), [51] Oroas (52%)
Nov 2, 2023 |Lv 51|Outskirts of Galadon|Suzeri vs 1: [51] Oroas (100%, KB)
Nov 2, 2023 |Lv 51|Glauruk Spawning Ground|Iskrith vs 2: [51] Oroas (53%, claw), [51] Kinna (46%)
Nov 3, 2023 |Lv 51|High Lord's Keep|Yerek vs 1: [51] Oroas (100%, KB)
Nov 3, 2023 |Lv 51|The Spire of the Blood Tribunal|Brof vs 2: [51] Scroud (0%), [51] Oroas (100%, claw)
Nov 3, 2023 |Lv 51|The Spire of the Blood Tribunal|Suzeri vs 2: [51] Scroud (10%), [51] Oroas (89%, KB)
Nov 3, 2023 |Lv 51|Northern Foothills|Menjonko vs 2: [51] Oroas (54%, claw), [38] Iroenyphe (45%)
Nov 4, 2023 |Lv 51|The Shadow Peak Pass|Naobyn vs 1: [51] Oroas (100%, KB)
Nov 5, 2023 |Lv 51|Northern Foothills|Gracie vs 1: [51] Oroas (100%, bloody shackles)
Nov 5, 2023 |Lv 51|Outskirts of Galadon|Suzeri vs 1: [51] Oroas (100%, claw)
Nov 5, 2023 |Lv 51|The Spire of the Blood Tribunal|Suzeri vs 2: [51] Oroas (64%), [51] Celdimerick (35%, slash)
Nov 6, 2023 |Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Yerek vs 2: [51] Oroas (71%, bloody shackles), [45] Oscalir (28%)
Nov 6, 2023 |Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Yerek vs 1: [51] Oroas (100%, bloody shackles)
Nov 6, 2023 |Lv 51|The Spire of the Blood Tribunal|Khumahk vs 3: [51] Yerek (79%, black light), [51] Kerge (0%), [51] Oroas (20%)
Nov 6, 2023 |Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Osvolisso vs 2: [51] Oroas (38%), [51] Fisih (61%, arcing flames)
Nov 7, 2023 |Lv 51|Galadon|Yerek vs 2: [51] Oroas (82%, KB), [51] Chulzor (17%)
Nov 8, 2023 |Lv 51|The Spire of the Blood Tribunal|Yerek vs 5: [51] Khumahk (54%), [51] Osvolisso (11%), [51] Oroas (2%), [48] Najimi (18%), [51] Naobyn (14%, KB) *Disemboweled*
Nov 8, 2023 |Lv 51|South Sutherspring Road|Xzelyx vs 1: [51] Oroas (100%, claw)
Nov 8, 2023 |Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Brorin vs 2: [51] Oroas (19%, bloody shackles), [51] Fisih (80%)
Nov 8, 2023 |Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Naobyn vs 2: [51] Yerek (78%, slash), [51] Oroas (21%)
Nov 9, 2023 |Lv 51|Galadon|Xzelyx vs 2: [51] Oroas (55%), [51] Zelisha (44%, torments)
Nov 9, 2023 |Lv 51|The Spire of the Blood Tribunal|Shanas vs 2: [51] Celdimerick (37%, slash), [51] Oroas (62%)
Nov 10, 2023|Lv 51|The Spire of the Blood Tribunal|Ferransi vs 1: [51] Oroas (100%, claw)
Nov 10, 2023|Lv 51|Galadon|Shanas vs 1: [51] Oroas (100%, claw)
Nov 11, 2023|Lv 51|Bramblefield Road|Abburth vs 1: [51] Oroas (100%, bloody shackles)
Nov 11, 2023|Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Yerek vs 2: [51] Oroas (89%, KB), [51] Taenya (10%)
Nov 12, 2023|Lv 51|The Tahril Mountains|Yerek vs 1: [51] Oroas (100%, KB)
Nov 12, 2023|Lv 51|Forest of Prosimy|Shanas vs 2: [51] Celdimerick (25%), [51] Oroas (74%, claw)
Nov 12, 2023|Lv 51|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Yerek vs 1: [51] Oroas (100%, KB)
Nov 12, 2023|Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Dawrog vs 2: [51] Oroas (61%, bloody shackles), [51] Hildaris (38%)
Nov 13, 2023|Lv 51|Outskirts of Galadon|Xzelyx vs 1: [51] Oroas (100%, bloody shackles)