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A deeply resonant voice abruptly speaks, filling the darkness of the Hall with the words, "The Chronicles of Shiyul are long indeed, and are stored in a separate room off the Hall. Come read them to learn more of the Raider High Lord."
Kurkamor was born in Var Bandor, a long time ago. When he was young, he didn't realy know what he wanted to become. He was still a young caladaran when he first tried to become of Champion of the Light. Unfortunately, he failed twice.
He continued his life anyway, helping the poor, his friends, and those attacked in town. He was very attached to the Light and to the Laws of the Land. Much later, when he was starting to get older, he decided to try to become a Guardian of the Laws. Unfortunately, he didn't even have an interview.
He was supposedly too attached to the Light, and was refused because he had applied long ago to become a Champion.
However, for always helping those attacked in town, he was known for a few days as: Kurkamor, Healer of Var Bandor. Unfortunately, rage had overcame him, and he attacked someone in self-defence in Var Bandor. His title was then changed by Iandir, the Crown of Law.
Later, Kurkamor was succesful in gaining back his old title, Archmage of Wate, at the cost of swearing he would never again attack in town. He never did.
Closer to his death, he decided to do a quest. He decided to gather all the knowledge from the land, all the books and tomes in one place. His library. He seeked Lord Jolinn, and Jolinn told him that he would need 10 millions to build the Library. He never succeeded. Death took him before he could finish garnering the gold.
Born deep within the bowels of Yithoul, I came out with a fury upon Avendar. Learning the powers of void at an amazing rate, I was bloodthirsty, prone to the rages of my Shuddeni forefathers. I became powerful, and eventually enslaved an Alatharya Bandit to aid me in my slayings. Few were spared, almost the Shuddeni only.
For a point in time, I had trouble learning. The bandit eventually left the lands, and I was left his wealth. I decided to gain ranks, and battle the so-called Champions of Light who continued to pester me in my work. They never saw the greater scheme of things, the power and wealth I possessed.
Ennuard was a powerful foe I faced as an Archmage, continually sunraying me at any chance. Another being of light was Sidaleth, an Archmage of Earth. We clashed many times, though I typically defeated him without too much delay. Slain only once, and while my mind was away, few stood within the powers I commanded. I aided many powerful Shuddeni, such as Asaph and Shiyul before heading back to Yithoul, and eventually becoming a priest within the Temple.
"In the Harmony of these Three: Body, Mind, and Heart - One finds Spirit"
Alynrae was born in the wilds with her mother. She quickly bored of her life style in the wild, and escaped to become a wanderer. As she wandered, she eventually came to the center of learning and thought: Earendam. There, she searched out her father, who had been long absent during her childhood. Briefly she lived in her father's mansion, and he payed for her to seek tutelage in Earendam with the finest teachers. However, she was greatly dissatisfied in what her father did, and how he lived his life. Eventually, she sought to seek freedom in her own beliefs, and left Earendam.
Alynrae wished for all living things to be valued, and not to be hindered or harnessed by any form of darkness. Explaining her views to the Lady Rystaia was more than easy to her, and when the light shined through Alynrae's soul, Rystaia turned her to a being of the Light.
Soon after her conversion, Alynrae spent a great deal of time learning the teachings of Lady Rystaia. Studying her principles, she continued to learn of freedom and happiness. After she became completely satisfied with her destiny, Alynrae attempted to impress the Lady Rystaia, and was eventually marked a Chosen of Rystaia.
Alynrae fought many battles, defeating the evil demon Xthijch at the side of Kiriya Demonbane, and proving to Anirim her worth by slaying the mighty beast Sothmogga. She then placed the mighty Spear of Anirim into her friend Eintras's hands, and asked him to use it always in the fight against the Darkness.
She lived a very self-providing, self-fulfilling life until a horrible, greatly defamed entrance...and exit, of the Shrine of Xiginath. Wearing the Shield of Ulyon, she threw her self into a band of Raiders, willing to give her life to save those of her friends and companions. Eventually stripped of Hope, Desire, and Spirit, her essence was released from her body to become one with the Light forever.
Born as Kiriya Ch’Tyron, a noblewoman amongst her kind, the Arch-Magus of the Light grew up amongst pleasantries and comforts. Yet, despite having what normal people ever wish for in a content life, she felt as if it were somehow wrong, for both herself, and the world around her. She learned of the turmoil that bled Avendar, of the war between light and dark. By reading the history texts held in her family’s library, Kiriya came to understand what was occurring beyond her pampered environment, beyond the world she knew so well, but felt so awkward with. Though she herself did not enjoy combat, she knew that she had to aid the Light in a more meaningful way. It was then that she decided to become a scholar of Spirit, to wield the powers of freedom and spirit to aid the armies of Light. So, at an early age, a mere child of a Ch’taren, she found her goal, and began to work towards it.
Despite her good intentions, her family would now allow their daughter to do such. They argued that battling evil through politics and treaties were the best way to deal with those of the Night. But, Kiriya knew within herself that she was not the pacifist that her family so wanted of their daughter. Such bloodshed and grief could only be stopped with a strong hand, actively fending back such sorrow and strife. And so she left in the dead of night, leaving no warning to her family as she fled her nobility and denounced her family. Journeying to the City of Var Bandor, she began her studies of the land, learning the ways of Spirit and life.
Much happened since Kiriya first left her old life. She came across friends and enemies alike, always doing what she could to fight back the darkness. She fell in love with the human swordmaster, Benedict, who joined her in her cause. She slowly became a legend, slaying the trio of Arch-Demons in the Astral prison with her many allies and helping to fight back a newly resurrected demon when the new powers of Spirit arose. However, she is perhaps most well known for her journeys into the Shrine of the Arch-Demon Xiganath, a series of quests that eventually led to the fall of three Champions, and a drastic change in Kiriya’s own life.
At one point during Kiriya’s life, after she had gained status of a hero, after she had married Benedict, she began to search for a way to return to the Plane from which her kind came from. During these studies, she left Avendar, traveling different dimensions in vain hope of discovering any clue or way. But, after the years, she returned to Avendar with empty hands, and to a grave loss. Her husband, the man whom she promised to return to, whom she loved with all her heart, had passed away. Benedict was dead, his spirit gone several months before Kiriya returned to Avendar. Struck with guilt, the Archmage grieved for her husband, suddenly filled with a sense of cold loneliness. But, not one to appear weak before those she would seek to protect, Kiriya used both her pride and strong will to build a façade of normality about her, one so convincing that it even deceived its creator. Over time, she began to forget her pain, no longer even identifying the coldness she felt within, the undying loneliness. The life of one who strives to fight back the darkness in an unending battle is not a comforting one. And so Kiriya’s fall from grace began.
To Landrilus, Scribe of Earendam:
Thank you for your letter, and kind words. I hope the messenger returned safely from the long trip. I provided him with what was neccesary.
Of my life, you wish to know? There is little to tell, I'm afraid. I hardly know where to begin. I was born in a small village to the south, a secluded place, among my fellow caladarans. My parents were common folks, with their hearts set in the ways of the light, and my sister, elder by fifteen short years, shared their mind and had love of Lord Jolinn and his teachings. My time in the village was nothing exceptional, and I spent my childhood in happiness, hanging off the tails of my beloved sister, and enjoying all the simple life had to offer.
At the age of fifteen, seeking a calling in life, I began to learn the arts of earth from the village lorekeeper. I had always felt a sort of connection with the earth, and my training proceeded quickly, and well. I mastered the basics of the mystical arts by my twenty-second day of age, and found the world harkoning me forth with possibilities that could never be found in the place I called home. My magics would not lay dormant, unused and wasted, when they could be put to such greater use.
Amidst a sorrowing farewell, with promises to return, I departed my village a year later, set upon travelling northwards to the city of Earendam, where I would visit the sacred temple of my sister's Lord, and mine as well, and pledge my arts. I took little with me, save for the essentials of life, my finest robe, and a carved holy symbol that my sister made for me. The trip was uneventful, and enjoyably so, for I was able to take in the grand world that I had for so long only dreamed of. It is difficult to explain the wonderment of stepping inside the gates of Var Bandor for the first time, when one can hardly imagine a structure larger than the local meeting hall. I introduced myself to the local guild of earth scholars, and they accepted my training, and I learned much from them there.
In time, I found myself within the old walls of Earendam. I entered the halls of the Temple of Jolinn with much trepidation, the magnificence of the place leaving me nearly speechless. There I prayed within the shrine to Lord Jolinn, and was taken to the Sapphire Throne, where I stood in the inspiring presence of the Father of the Seas himself. I cannot acurately describe what was spoken within that sacred place, for my memories are clouded with feelings of overwhelming awe, yet Lord Jolinn saw my faith to be true, and branded me with the sigil of the sapphire spear, which I still bear upon my arm.
From that day forth I strove to be a crusader in my Lord's name, and rid the land of the darkness which sprung forth from all greed, and hatred. I joined the ranks of the Champions of Avendar, and continued to learn in the ways of the earth, so that I could better serve the light. I strove to protect all who walked with kindness in their hearts, and eradicate all those who would bring suffering to others. To this end, I believe I succeeded.
In my travels, I met many other accomplished adventures, some who I would eventually call friend, and others who would forever be my foes. Of my enemies, the void scholar Asihara, and the assassins Asaph and Feydrauth were my most bitter of nemesis, pursued and persuers until the end. However, there were far more who I could call friends. The water scholar and Knight of Enaerai, Tessolos, and I shared a bond of mutual respect, and carried on many discussions of philosophy and belief long into the night. Our beliefs brought us into conflict on many occasions, but such dedication to a cause with the intent to save Avendar must be admired, if not agreed with. Some of my greatest adventures and times were spent in the company of my druidic companion, Ennuard, who would one day become a Grand Heirophant of Avendar, and Lufintal, my reserved kankoran friend. Both were neutral in their beliefs towards the war against darkness, but in time Lufintal's heart was turned, and became a follower of the Lady Rystaia, for which I will always applaud him for.
Of course, the most notable and important person I ever met was the beautiful Sylena, a human water scholar and follower of my Lord. Much time we spent together, both fighting evil side by side, and relaxing by the waterfall that spills off the side of Mt. Enrien. She was a dedicated follower of the light, and had a heart so pure and innocent that I could hardly bear to be gone from her side for long. My fondest memories are those of when I was with her, from watching the sun rise over the top of Nendor, to the times of celebration within the Arien way, alongside Ennuard and Ardanwen. My beloved always was a little fond of wine, as were the two druids. I will never forget that night.
As the years passed, my heart tugged at me to return to my village, which I had so long been away from. I asked my love, Sylena, to take my hand in marraige, although our hearts had been bonded long since. She accepted, and we made preparations to return to my home to be joined in the traditional caladaran ceremony. As one of my last acts before saying goodbye to the northern lands for a time, I gathered a group of fellow heroic adventurers together, and ventured into the dark pits of the Shrine of Xiginath. Although we did not best the terrors of the shrine, much evil was defeated that night.
So, leaving the northlands in capable hands, I returned with my beloved here, to my village, where we were joined in the rituals of marraige, and live happily together to this day. Perhaps some day I will return to your area of the world, but now I take peace in teaching others in the ways of Lord Jolinn, the light, and the ways of the magic of the earth. The lady Sylena assists in teaching the ways of water, and raising our beautiful daughter.
I fear I have babbled on in this response, I do apologize. I hope my words will assist with your records. May the Light be with you, and Lord Jolinn watch over you.
-- Sidaleth