Description
Black feathers with white streaks cover whats visible on this tall
arial. Standing nearly eight feet, he is among the tallest arial you
have seen. His body is sleek and well toned, but not the muscles of
an armsman. He moves with the graze you would expect from one of
nimble avian race. Deep-set and cold eyes, with a greenish-blue shade
sits above a eagle shaped beak. The beak has a light-yellow shading,
and is clearly well taken care of. Upon further examination you notice
a red scar going around the throat and up towards his feather covered
ears. You hear a wheezing sound coming from his slow, controled
breathing.
Role
The tower of Trothon.
Added Thu Oct 18 15:20:29 2007 at level 51:
Aewyenna was trugding through the heavy snow on one of the tall peaks
in the mountain range called Jade Mountains in the common tongue.
Suddenly the young elf was struck to the ground by a strong gust of
wind. The unnatural winds kept the Aewyenna pinned to the ground and
unable to move. Through the raging winds and whirling snow, she could
barely make out a winged form gliding through the mountains, untouched
by the raging elements that seemingly whirl around it.. or him.
Zorran snorted disdainfully and glared up onto the mountain side.
"Such is the fate of such useless creatures, who venture to close to my
elements."
Suddenly a mass of sparks began to form at the base of Zorrans wings,
then surged outwards discharging two small bolts of lightning from the
tips. While shrugging off the pain the avian continued through the
mountains, and into the desert beyond.
Half a day passed before Zorran emerged at the base of the winding path
that led up to the tower of Trothon. His hands and arms were cowered in
small gashes after slaughtering a skyflash that wanted to hinder his
progress towards the tower. Zorran quickly walked up the mountain path
leading to the base of the tower, passed the golems guardian the
entrance, and entered the long hidden home of the demi-lich Trothon.
Shortly after entering a wave of dread washed over Zorran, a thing he
quickly suppresed. Moving quickly, Zorran dispatched the elemental
beings that made attempts at halting his progress towards the top.
"Grave", Zorran whispered while gritting his teeth and looking at the
water pressing in from all sides. The water was only held at bay by the
shield of rippling waves he weaved around himself. A blink of his eye,
a crack of his beak, and out whispered the answer to thelast of the
of the tower's riddles. He stood there, there in the well-lit corridor
he knew to be only meters from the study of the demi-lich Trothon. The
air hung dank, and thick around him as he opened his beak again.
"Trothon, I have come seeking your knowledge!" Zorran yelled.
Seeking the Night.
Added Sun Sep 23 09:22:51 2007 at level 25:
Zorran belive, after years of wandering the lands, that he has finally found the
next path he has to take towards his ultimate goal. He has encountered members
of the fold, and in them he saw the knowledge he needed to attain his goals.
After approaching Ravon he was told to send a message to the chasm to make his
intentions known, this did not sit well with Zorran, but knowing the ability
and power of the Chancellor, he accepted this request.
Death and Destruction
Added Sun Sep 23 09:21:55 2007 at level 25:
After leavning the Arial City Zorran has seen much more death than he could
imagine as a young avian living in his parents home, and he liked it. Reveling
in this the thrill of the murder has become a passion, one that he wish to explore
to the fullest of its potential. To fuel this passion Zorran work even harder
towards learning the ways of the invoker, the most destructive available to the
mortal inhabitants of Thera.
Beginnings.
Added Sun Sep 16 17:23:05 2007 at level 10:
Booming thunder could be heard, and crackling lightning seen from where Zorran Xanthrill
sat in his room. The son of wealthy merchants responsible for the food supply coming into
Arial City. With an expression of utter calm Zorran got out of his comfortable chair, and
walked into the hall. After a few steps he stopped infront a big door leading into his
parents room, and quietly pushed the door open. Zorran quietly walked into the room and
stopped for a minutte to contemplate his parents serene faces. He started preparing the
spell he had been researching earlier this night. Zorran let flows of air carefully wrap
around the neck and face of his parents, and slowly started to tighten them. Both his
parents woke with a start and tried to scream, but the flows kept their mouths shut.
Quietly, and with utter calm, Zorran watched his parents trash about as their bodies
slowly gave in to the lack of air. He released the spell, turned, and walked back
into the hallway. Zorran sensed someone behind him, but before he could react he felt
a hard blow hit his skull, and darkness took him.
Water splashed into Zorrans face, and he woke with a jerk. Looking around himself, he
noticed that there was alot of people around him. Zorran noticed that his wings had
been bound to his sides, and he had a rope around his neck. Slowly getting to his feet,
Zorran forced his face to stillness. The crowd erupted, screaming insults, as Zorran
saw a man walking up to a lever. Suddenly the floor dissapeared under Zorran, he fell
and suddenly stopped. The rope tightened around Zorrans neck and cut of the his the air
to his lungs. Gasping Zorran felt the darkness closing on him, and he awaited death.
Through the darkness Zorran could see a cowled being walk up to him, his face hidden.
"Your destiny is not to die here, Avian" the cowled man said. Suddenly the rope holding
Zorran broke and he fell down into the grain under him. While slowly regaining his
breath, Zorran stumbled out of the warehouse and dissapeared into the rainy night.
Brief Info:
Zorran saw the death of his parents as the first barrier removed. Since they where
the only ones he ever loved, they would be the only thing in his mind working against
his ultimate goal.
Zorran seek the power for destruction, and will not stop untill he sit atop of a
ruined world.