Redthorn Anvil

The Legend Of The Ferra Stone

I found a theme song for Kurhz! And it fits too because of the title XD

The Legend Of The Ferra Stone

That roleplay was back in the day when I was determined to somehow make ridiculously uninvolved characters work in roleplays XD

The Legend Of The Ferra Stone

Kurhz

I had been travelling with Eliza for quite some time now, though I could not say that we knew each other well enough to be friends. As far as I was concerned, I was merely being paid for whatever services she required, and that was that. She never spoke often to me, save for giving me directions or simply making observational comments. No real conversation. I could appreciate that myself, for my people had no particular love for lengthy speech.

The most she spoke to me of was her mission to find some sort of stone. I supposed she assumed I knew what it was, for she hadn't given me any real information about this stone, only that it seemed that nearly the whole world was looking for it. I suppose it must be important, then, only she'd told me that her mission was to destroy it. I know nothing of magic stones nor do I care that the other people wish to squabble over it. My people care not for the outside world or its happenings. Though she did seem to be relieved that I hadn't argued with her. Perhaps many do not wish this trinket to be destroyed. But again, I know very little about it. I left the leadership of my Clan to one of the Elders to go on this journey. His name is Galdenaz, he had been my tutor for a great period of my life. I trust him with that responsibility.

Presently, we came upon a road and were almost immediately greeted by an elf-man. I do not know his language, so I cannot tell what he said. Eliza seems to have understood him, however, and the aura is not hostile. I shall keep my blades sheathed, for now.
I readjusted the pack I had been tasked with carrying. It wasn't heavy, but I suspected that Eliza couldn't as easily carry it herself. It is, after all, why I am here.

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I had never seen the elf before now, but I recall Eliza mentioning just such a person in passing...what had she told me? Aside from 'being a friend', I cannot recall if she'd said anything more. Perhaps it was indeed this elf-man that she had been referring to. In truth, I had never seen an elf before--Dremora rarely travel far from the clans, and it is common opinion among us that elves are not fond of us. Though, because I had never seen one before, I cannot yet verify if that is true. This elf seemed to look just like a human to me, save for his ears, which looked more similarly to that of my own people, only straighter. I could now understand why humans frequently asked us if we were related to these elves--but I am not sure that we are. We differ in appearance too much, I think.

The Legend Of The Ferra Stone

YAY

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For shame.

The Legend Of The Ferra Stone

Why.

Exodus

Sephiroth tilted his head as he accepted the little gift. The stones were smoothed by age and their surfaces were mottled in several shades and hues of browns and golds. They were pretty enough to be gems.
"Thank you, Damien. I appreciate your sentimentality." He replied. Not that he'd had many good memories of Genisis, but he hadn't totally loathed his homeworld, either.

When they found the camp, T'vor was relieved. Everyone dispersed to find their new makeshift homes, and those who had specific occupations left to find their facilities.
"See you later, big guy." Aria told T'vor as she passed, "try not to hurt anyone, yeah? My supplies aren't gonna last forever, you know!" She added with a wave.
T'vor frowned at her. Now, hadn't Azurael said something about wanting to speak to him? He looked around, but she was gone. Probably to lay claim to the tent of her choice before someone else took it.

After a bit of hunting, he found the location of Azurael's tent, and knocked on the support post. "There was something you wished to speak to me about." He reminded her.

Now Sephiroth was not a fan of crowds, and was making his way to a less active part of the camp, dragging his wing behind him because the heavier gravity made it even more difficult for him to keep the darned thing sheathed. He had the stones in one hand, and was musing, not really paying much attention to his surroundings. A habit he picked up when he was a child who was bored because he wasn't allowed to do anything amusing. Now he did it as a way to escape when he was feeling crowded.

Exodus

Sephiroth looked up to where Damian was gesturing.
"It would indeed seem so." He replied, shielding his eyes from the bright sun. Because Genisis always revolved in-sync with its sun, the Demon half of the star was eternally shrouded in darkness--so any form of bright light was highly uncomfortable for them. He grimaced.
"We should start moving. We have a long walk ahead of us. T'vor! Let's get moving!" He rose his voice for the last request so that his general could hear.

T'vor gestured back to Sephiroth to let him know that he'd heard before turning to Azurael. "All right." He replied to her request simply. Then it was his turn to raise his voice as he addressed the crowd. "Let's move out! Go! Go!" He growled at them, shooing them off with his arms.

Once the group was in procession, T'vor took the rear so he could keep a surveying eye over the lot of them and their surroundings. He noted with some irritation that Terra's gravity was also affecting his stamina as well. He hoped his body could adjust to that quickly. He also speculated that it would become much more difficult for others to stay airborne if they tried to fly.

The Legend Of The Ferra Stone

Name: Kurhz

Age: 748

Gender: Male

Status: Mercenary

Kingdom: None

Personality: Kurhz gives off the aura of 'just another' guy who's lived and struggled to gain power and authority within his society. No big deal. That is how he treats himself. And perhaps that is true, to a great degree. Dremora don't really give much thought to details, so basic information is generally enough for them. This gives their way of speech more efficiency, as they now need less to say in order to get their point across. The rest can be assumed or inferred. They are structured, orderly, and do not tolerate foolishness. They are also somewhat serious enough to take everything literally. Unfortunately, this makes it difficult to understand humans.
But Kurhz is a politician. He is clever, and makes a point to pay attention to details, he looks for loopholes and errors.

History: Dremora are a reclusive race of humanoids that live in nomadic, militant tribes far into unclaimed desert land, they are few in number, but all are fierce warriors. Their lineage is shrouded in rumors and myth, some claiming that they were once a sect of elves that had been corrupted by the Ferra Stone so much, that it had twisted them into the terrifying men that they'd become. Some believe that they were once spirits of now-dormant volcanoes that left their fiery pits when they had grown cold, and had fled to the desert to find another warm climate to house them. But the truth is, not even the Dremora remember where their ancestors came from. Kurhz had always lived in a Dremora Clan, but he came across Eliza completely by accident during one of her travels, and they formed a mutual agreement. Now, he travels with her wherever she goes, and assists her where necessary.

Other: Kurhz' voice quality might be considered as contra-bass, but Dremora characteristically have multi-tonal voices, giving them the illusion of speaking with many different voices, so particular voice traits are difficult to identify aside from the general pitch, and even that is difficult to identify. As a sort of racial-wide social rule, Dremora measure the worth of almost anything by honor, and while sometimes humans may find this quality insufferable at times, Dremora have a reputation for being brutally honest and more trustworthy than your best friend because of it, because a Dremora takes pride in his own honor, almost to a fault.

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Kurhz' Theme: 'To Dance with Daedra'--https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQIHhjAl0IM

Appearance: As a Dremora, Kurhz' racial traits are the spitting image of how we may perceive what a demon might look like. He's a giant, roundabout seven to eight feet tall [Kurhz is rather short for a Dremora, he's 7'2"] with dark, reddish-mahogany skin. He's got some serious muscle, and though he doesn't have the little devil tail, he has massive, twisted horns atop his brow. One of those horns is slightly more stunted than the other. Though Dremora are humanoid in shape, their faces are less than such. Kurhz' eyes are more draconic in shape and color, yellow and gold like fire and they present an inner glow in the dark. Everywhere on his body are various tribal-looking scars that appear to be burn marks, but they too also share the same fiery glow that his eyes possess. His teeth are all sharp and jagged, and his hair and nails are naturally a deep navy-blue color, and his ears are also pointed, like an elf's, only the tips are bent backward.

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Exodus

After Azurael had left, Sephiroth went to find his general, who was rarely easy to find. after searching down several corridors, he finally bumped into the other man who was apparently on his way to the control room, which was where Sephiroth had intended to meet him. So the two of them walked together.
"T'vor! Is everyone out?" He asked. The other merely nodded.
"We're ready to go."
"Is it even going to work?"
"I guess we'll find out."
It was a brief conversation--the two of them rarely needed many words to communicate to the other.
When they'd reached the control room, it was just a matter of entering commands into one of the computers, and setting a time limit. An automated announcement rang through the entire ship.
"Defense protocol will activate in ten cycles."

Satisfied, the two of them bolted for the nearest exit as the computer slowly counted down its timer. Unfortunately, the nearest exit was a hatch on the topside of the ship. Both grimaced at the drop.
"Now would not be a great time to actually break a leg, T'vor." Sephiroth told the other man when he saw that he was getting ready to jump, but T'vor merely shrugged before leaping off the edge.
With a sigh, Sephiroth followed suit.

Both men grunted and rolled as they hit the ground, ignoring whatever peculiar looks that were cast in their direction at what would commonly be viewed as a peculiar and unnecessary act. Sephiroth stood and dusted himself off as a reverberating hum emanated from the ship and grew increasingly louder. Soon, the ship began to fade, and quickly disappeared altogether. Then the hum stopped.

"Well, that answers that question." Sephiroth noted to T'vor.
"Mhm." T'vor turned to the group