MagosAmphrose

The Call of the Realms

Paingodsson said
The Group of creatures had decided that the hope was lost. They ran off screaming in terror. Garth turned to Amaron and was about to open his mouth but Amaron held up his finger. Quiet, "Who are the rest of you?" he said as he looked at each one of them. He decided to keep his wolf eyes out to try to intimidate any of them from fighting him. "Where do you come from and why are you here? Are you involved with these strange happenings?" he asked. Garth opened his mouth, "Don't you think some of them could be innocent?" he said questioning how forward Amaron was being with the rest of them. I mean they fought these creatures just like you and me. Amaron nodded, "Yes, indeed, but I don't trust those that hide!" he said as he pulled out his bow and aimed it at the direction he had seen Cryalis go, he pointed it at the bush not realizing she had gone up the tree. "So you best come out now whoever you are." At that time, the forces had already arrived, "Captain Amaron who are these people?!" they exclaimed as they aimed bows and pikes in their direction. Garth backed up, "HEY pal, what's the idea we just helped you!" he yelled. Amaron nodded, "But until i know who you are and where you come from you are to not be trusted... So then, SPEAK!" he ordered.

Cryalis became quite overcame by the sudden arrival of more men. She knew that if they all decided to come after her, she wouldn't just be able to hide until they left. All they had to do is look up, after all, then it would only be a matter of time before they started shooting her, and it was only a matter of time before one arrow found its mark...

Carefully scaling down the tree, she opened her mouth, but was temporarily stunned by the massive amounts of pikes and spears pointed at her. Regaining her composure, she tried again. "My name is Cryalis, northern ranger, slayer of the lich, Saludin. Normally I wouldn't be far enough south to see these types of trees, but I was chased by a necromancer's cabal and... I guess one of them caught me in a banishing spell and I ended up here. I have a question for you, if you don't mind- where in the empire of Quelens are we? I do not recognize this place at all, which is unusual."

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As another being joined the conflict, she knew that she could wait no longer, and expelled her breath. At first it was a breeze, but then it turned into a gust, freezing almost instantly some of the smaller, runtier creatures that assisted their masters and chilling and slowing the rest, albeit there were still many more. Before the arctic chill had faded, however, she notched an arrow, aimed, and fired, pelting a creature in the back of the head. More arrows followed soon after, and, eventually, she was firing arrows that she had recovered from the smaller creatures- effective, but rather weak.

As the number started to dwindle down, she found herself carefully backing off of the conflict, somewhat wary of these other creatures. Retreating up a tree, she watched as the trio finished up the small band, and remained silent and watchful...

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Cryalis smiled as her hapless pursuers ran around like chickens in the darkness below, as she watched them from the shades of a fir tree. Amateurs, she thought as she examined their erratic movements, waiting for a pattern to show so that she might be able to take a shot at one of them before she moved along. This hunt was beginning to get tiring- for weeks these imbeciles had hunted her in revenge of a well-paying contract from a wizard to take out another one, accusing him of necromancy. He was right, but he didn't mention that his disciples would be as mad as hornets about it. They were in the darkness below, casting their spells, jumping at shadows, and not once looking up.

Noting the erratic pattern that one of the people below had taken, she quickly began to take aim and draw back, easing and regulating her breathing until it seemed as if she was holding her breath. Just a moment away from shooting her arrow, the wind quickly changed direction, and started to swirl around her. Concerned, she drew upon what little magical ability she had, momentarily distraught. Had she been discovered so easily? Calming herself quickly, she did the only thing she was prepared to do at the moment- she released the arrow.

The winds took her from her world the moment the arrow found its mark. The apprentice was struck dead, but not a whisper of movement could be heard from the nearby trees. As, in fact, there was nothing that was capable of disturbing them present.

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As the whirlwind whipped around her, she felt the winds tugging at everything. They managed to make off with one of her boots, as well as her knife and bits and pieces of her clothing, but she managed to keep her trusty bow and several of her arrows. As the tornado continued to increase in furiosity, she found herself unable to keep her balance, and was quickly thrown unconscious by the force of the wind...

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She was not sure how much time had passed since she had landed, but all she could think was how warm it was.

Granted, she came from cooler climate, so it what she called hot would have been warm to most people. Blinking back, she stared upwards for a moment before quickly sitting up- much to the distress of her scar- and examining her surroundings. She was in a deciduous woods, the leaves of the rare- at least, in her eyes- oaks and birches stirring the woods, although there were several trees that she did not recognize. Silently looking around, it seems that what she had lost was gone for good. Cursing under her breath, she looked around. Where had they sent her?

Hearing rustling nearby, she noted movement in the bushes nearby. Stealthily, she watched as a pair of people defended themselves from archers of an unknown race, shooting them from the bushes. Her gut telling her that the two people who were being attacked were in the right, she smiled slightly, breathing in a lungful of warm air, her smile turning into a smirk as she felt the ice magic turned the warm air into frigid, ready to use her magic to push the assailants out of the bushes...

The Call of the Realms

My first roleplay on this site. Can't wait to get started!*

Name: 'Cryalis' Icehallow
Race: Human
Age: 22
Appearance: A slender human female. She has a dark blue (almost black) cape and dark hair, as well as a bow that has been ornately carved. She has a long, deep scar on the right side of her face.
Personality: Cryalis is rather detached from the rest of the world, and serves to be rather apathetic when it comes to unimportant things. But when something threatens something she cares about, she will not hesitate to confront it- with help or otherwise. Either way, she is deadly serious, and prefers the company of herself.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Universe: Quelens (Original Universe)
Powers: Her cloak is enchanted with ice magic, and sends a cold shock to anyone who touches it without her express permission. She is also an extremely good marksman with a bow.
Magic: While not at all a wizard, she has a grasp of some ice spells, often using it to enchant her arrows and unleashing a gust of wind to push back and slow enemies.
Specialties: Archery, stealth, and hunting
Special weapons?: N/A
Strengths: Forest combat/evasion, foraging, hunting, marksmanship, field medicine, speed
Weaknesses: Relatively weak up close, head pains, social encounters
Bio: Cryalis came from the northern realms of her home, from a small village amongst the forest-shrouded mountains. The men would mine coal and iron, barely trading enough to keep scraping by. The young girl often tired of being treated as a weakling and useless, and, after her twelfth birthday, she had had enough. Taking her father's bow and quiver, she set out into the woods, changing her name to Cryalis to disguise herself from her wrathful father. She would spend weeks in the wilderness, barely surviving in the snowdrifts at first but then learning- learning how to perfect her aim, learning which plants were beneficial and which were harmful, learning how to harness the cold around her to her advantage. At first, she was barely keeping herself alive, but she learned quickly and, by the end of her second year, she was making numerous trips into her village, to warm up by the fire and have a proper meal, as well as to sell and barter her gains for merely more arrows and, on occasion, the spare bowstring. She even began to make ventures into nearby villages, eventually becoming a trader of sorts between the villages, offering her services to merchants to protect them on the road from bandits and animals.

Yet, when the aspiring necromancer Ulmein accidentally unleashed an entombed lich upon the world, it was Cryalis that tracked it, warning villages that it planned to raid ahead of time so that they would flee, deriving the sentient undead of much-needed sacrifices after centuries of wasting in a tomb. The lich would never be able to recall anything but the whisper of the wind and the shadows of the trees, but Cryalis was there almost all the time- until she was able to leak a message to a band of bounty hunters which, after an epic fight which involved several bloody deaths and more than a few arrows from the Northern Ranger, resulted in the destruction of the lich’s phylactery and the destruction of the lich itself.

After the damages had been repaired, she was lauded as a hero. Children would constantly flock towards her, begging her to teach them how to hunt and stalk unseen. She was content with this life for several months more, bringing up a small group of rangers just like her, who respected her but, eventually, set out on their own. She began to feel fenced into her new life and, thus, struck out on her own, trusting her students to protect her home, and quickly found herself south and east, in large cities that didn’t need trades but desperately needed men and women, proficient with defending themselves and others, and willing to give up large sums of gold to obtain them. Cryalis quickly adapted to this new style, where she is today.

I hope that this is good. I can't wait to get started!

*Please note the words 'on this site'.

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Cryalis
The Northern Ranger

Cryalis stands about 5' 10". She is a human female with an average build for someone of her size, and is rather shapely. She wears pants and a shirt, much like a male, and wears a blue cloak. She has a long scar on one side of her face that occasionally starts to bleed when she is under severe stress or upset. Her longbow has a gem that has the ability to enchant her arrows with ice from her native home, and she also has a pair of hunting knives that she uses in case her foe gets up close- whether it be a warrior, a suitor, or a wild animal. She also knows a small amount of ice magic, mainly gusts of wind from her home, chilling her enemies to the bone and knocking them back.

Cryalis came from the northern realms, from a small village amongst the forest-shrouded mountains. The men would mine coal and iron, barely trading enough to keep scraping by. The young girl often tired of being treated as a weakling and useless, and, after her twelfth birthday, she had had enough. Taking her father's bow and quiver, she set out into the woods, changing her name to Cryalis to disguise herself from her wrathful father. She would spend weeks in the wilderness, barely surviving in the snowdrifts at first but then learning- learning how to perfect her aim, learning which plants were beneficial and which were harmful, learning how to harness the cold around her to her advantage. At first, she was barely keeping herself alive, but she learned quickly and, by the end of her second year, she was making numerous trips into her village, to warm up by the fire and have a proper meal, as well as to sell and barter her gains for merely more arrows and, on occasion, the spare bowstring. She even began to make ventures into nearby villages, eventually becoming a trader of sorts between the villages, offering her services to merchants to protect them on the road from bandits and animals.

Yet, when the aspiring necromancer Ulmein accidentally unleashed an entombed lich upon the world, it was Cryalis that tracked it, warning villages that it planned to raid ahead of time so that they would flee, deriving the sentient undead of much-needed sacrifices after centuries of wasting in a tomb. The lich would never be able to recall anything but the whisper of the wind and the shadows of the trees, but Cryalis was there almost all the time- until she was able to leak a message to a band of bounty hunters which, after an epic fight which involved several bloody deaths and more than a few arrows from the Northern Ranger, resulted in the destruction of the lich’s phylactery and the destruction of the lich itself.

After the damages had been repaired, she was lauded as a hero. Children would constantly flock towards her, begging her to teach them how to hunt and stalk unseen. She was content with this life for several months more, bringing up a small group of rangers just like her, who respected her but, eventually, set out on their own. She began to feel fenced into her new life and, thus, struck out on her own, trusting her students to protect her home, and quickly found herself south and east, in large cities that didn’t need trades but desperately needed men and women, proficient with defending themselves and others, and willing to give up large sums of gold to obtain them. Cryalis quickly adapted to this new style, where she is today.

Further roleplays will continue to add to her backstory, slowly but surely...

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