Migo the Monk
Age: 77
Friend of PC Father. ( Also potential suspect for the murdurer of PC's Father, to protect himself and the son of the PC's Father ). He served as a healer in the era of Ki-aros. He's offer to heal was different then from most, however. He healed anyone who needed it, be it friend or foe. That is how he met PC Father. He met PC Father when he came crawling to the door of his lodge on the outskirts of Duskvale, Migo decided to treat his injuries. After that, they became good friends, He even offered to help Migo, treating the injured. One day, PC Father told Migo "If you ever crave for me, talk to the fires of Sylvin, that is where my soul linger forever". After a few months, PC Father travelled away, and they would never see each other again, untill the time of his unfortunate death. During these years, Migo continued caring for everyone. And was able to live a happy life. even throughout the war. Migo never speaks in the most clear of languages. Hi's words are of old times. However he's words are words of wisdom. He has seen times come and go, and he has seen alot of things, and heard many stories. A man worth litsening to, and a man who like to tell stories. He believes that knowledge such as the ones he carry should be carried on for all eternity. He's written three short stories based upon his life. All can be found at the Falwen library.
Druin:
29 years, Thief, exiled since 8 years back. Now works as a freelancing underground Druid.He still carries the early type burn mark, the shape of a falling dragon on the right chin. Now lives on the Falwen library rooftop.
Story:
Druin originally came from the rolling hills close to Aeri. He lived in a Armontic ( Former shinevale architecture ) type village. Mostly consisting of outcasts from different places of the world. However as opposed to others outposts for people, their village kept themselves lawful, and were for people who respected each other. This made for a very tightly knit community of many races. There were One Leotaur, two Goblins, two Elves, two Humans, And one Cthain. The city was constructed close to the Fandarin, who live in peace with the village. The Fandarin community and the Village is actually more like one entity.
Population in order:
Fluffy Maloon : Leotaur
Graf : Goblin \
} Brothers
Tray : Goblin /
Elf_1 : Sylvian
Armon Antic: Former Shinevale Elf
Dermon Unrahel : Human
Sae Vynos : Human
Sartec Tse Vhan: Cthain
He still visits his home village Tir'Mon from time to time. However he mostly spends his time in Middlenight, looking for work. occasionally he is hired for his healing abileties by various health care takers or alternatively the thieves in the underground society. At all times, he keeps a piece of clothing concealing his burnmark. Only people of the old times would recognise it anyhow. But he is better off safe then sorry.
Akrogan of the Eye:
Age: 43
Member of the Eye council in Middlenight ( Political council ). Akrogan works with building plans and distrubuting the income of money on new projects. He is also a highly skilled Assasin since old times. He served along side the current guard commander during the war, within the stealth group. Akrogan works for money, or for a good cause.
Process of curse disspelling:
The art few knows about, and even fewer can handle. However here is the secret art, and how it is done.
1,Either be or know somebody who works with the world ( somebody fluent in Ki-aros ) Specified in vortex.
2.Know how to soul-bind ( any energy type ).
By binding your soul to to the "Gray tree" in Sylvin, the curse is channeled to the vortex in the grey halls, and your soul is absorbed by the tree. However by isolating that part of the tree to a branch or leaf, your soul will stay in the living world. The downside is that the ones who know of the tecnique knows how to kill anyone who cured the curse. This is yet, another reason why the technique is kept secret only to the famelies.
Why could Duan not let people cure the curse through this, and threaten to kill them unless they co-operate? If Duan touched the gray tree he would be absorbed by it. Like any other beeing, except those who perform a certain ritual. Still only known to the famelies. Since the ones who cure themselves not always knows of this, Duan can sometimes use it to his advantage, telling them he could kill them at any time. On a secondary note, it would require a full scale war, or a secret war to breach into Sylvin and to destroy the tree.
Sift Key:
I'm afraid that they will discover the truth. The truth that I have not fallen to their curse, to their game. I'm worried that whatever horror i face next will be the final. I hope that this "job" will be over soon. Because I don't feel like smuggling more wares out of this horrid location of death. However the Nian pay me well, and that's the single reason I agreed to do this in the first place, if I had known all consequences, perhaps I wouldn't be here, no... I would still have accepted the "job" hell, I need to for the sake of my "family", they mean everything to me. I need to show them that I'm not a bad person. I made a huge mistake when I was at Benny Bazoo's tavern some weeks ago. My wife did not follow because she needed to take care of the kids, and I thought that I would be able to meet up with some friends and have fun. However my friends did not appear, at least not from what I remember. After having a few strong drinks of course. Things became incredibly blurry later on the night. And I woke up in a room in the tavern. Beside me lay a woman, the moment she woke up she looked at me, saying "Did you sleep well, darling?" I answered her words "What did you do to me?". She laughed "You don't remember? Besides you did most of "whatever" we did". In a hurry I dressed myself. But before I could leave she called a few lines to me. "My chieftan, leader Nian Fireye want to meet you". Nian, I thought to myself and stopped. "What do the Nian want to do with me?" He has a job for you, besides we will make sure your wife will know about our night together if you don't co-operate. "And your name is?" My name is Vira, Vira Ghandji.
And that's how I started working for the Nian. Apparently they chose me because I have a strong sense of justice, or something like that. They call it beeing naturally resistant towards other inflicting auras. Such as the presence of Duskvale. Or items from Duskvale.
Which is why I'm working with smuggling wares from the heart of the crafting camps in Duskvale. It's not easy. And I'm constantly afraid they are going to break me. It's only a matter of time.
Vira Ghandji:
I've been working for alot of the bastards out there. I have alot of experiance, so to speak. I have even played sides against each other. Or played them my way in some occasions. Right now I'm working for Makio and the Nian. I stray work at the Falwen Library, reading is one of my favorite hobbies. I've only failed once in my life. I was one of the young apprenticies in the order of the Frozen Ions. I was the one who talked everyone into stealing the offerings that the rest of the order contributed with. And as such I was myself not blamed directly. However our godess's ( Frostinna = Icana ), new apprentice sought me up, and excluded me from their belief, completely. As further punishment, they asked if I would want to live myself, or if i would offer my entire family. I did not want to do either. But after several weeks of torture, going towards a slow and painful death. I decided I wanted to live instead, so my entire family was annihalated. It was only after this that I discovered that the new apprentice whom had issued the order, was under the influence of Duan, and had done this on his command.
Taking up on my old belief. Even if we had no goddess to believe in any more I decided that I would do anything to stop the plans of Duan. I would first need to work my way up in society to eventually infiltrate duan's secret rule.
One night, i discovered something in Benny Bazoo's tavern. There was a familliar man sitting at a table surrounded by a heap of the girls in town. I recalled his face immedietly, how could I ever forget the face of my dead husband? After a few nights I dared approach him, and after hearing that he did not remember me, I understood how, and why he was still "alive". He was obviously beeing kept alive by Duan, so that he could use the body for whatever reason he needed it for. With tears in my eyes. I decided to
put the Neckless of dispair around his neck. Hopefully it would drive him to suicide. The only resonable way to murdur somebody you love, without others knowing the cause. The moment i put the Pendant around his neck he vanished. And I was left alone in the room, not knowing what to think of the situation.
The pendant of dispair:
Commonly used to bring fourth bad memories and often causes suicide. There are multiple uses to the pendant however. Those who know magic can channel energy through the pendant. It becomes like a portal for your spells. Basically this means that you can use it to cast your magic anywhere the pendant is. Or as long as you maintain the spell, the one who puts it on will be affected by that effect instead of the normal one. A very powerful prop that was common in the Ki-Aros age. There are only two working and a few broken left in the world today.
When the Jiikin of cosmos expands and becomes a huge energy source, the shattered soul of Duan manifest itself in the energy, and is once again, able to return to Kynskavion. This time however nature would be he's worst enemy, and the worst enemy of the entire planet.
In order to negate the overflow of energy that leaked into the world, the connection that Kynskavion shared with the grey halls, the grey tree starts expanding it's "space" lliterally eating everything it it's way. Turning it into the same chaos as the grey halls itself, in a chaotic "search" for equalising the energies of the world.
When the two energies plunge into the world, the second era of Ki-aros begins. Every single power that lay dormant within people is awakened. Will there be another war? or will everyone be able to maintain their calm, when their lives are about to change, forever.
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