Ring of Misinterpreted Sight
The Ring Of Misinterpreted Sight
How It was Introduced To the Realm
Coreliants Shrine {Somewhere Early 2007 >> No Joke}
Kasyr stepped into that shrine with a briskness which hardly seemed fitting of a place for reverence, especially granted that the particular being to which this place was devoted to held the potential to slaughter him like some stock animal at a time of celebration. ..Yes that was exactly the kinds of thought he needed, some morbid comparaison between his present state and garnished meat. He'd arrived. Now standing before the statue of the Gnomish Ascendus, there was a pause, as though he was refamiliarising himself with what needed to be done, however what semblance of uncertainty soon faded as he procured a helm from his pack, the dweomer rather vivid about the particular item, A treasure he'd gained when he went on the raid with Darian. It would do. Placing it upon the ground before the slightly exaggerated in size construct, he then backed away
Coreliant 's voice heralds his presence, neither boded by physical manifestation nor ethereal supremacy, but rather the manifestation of power within the immobile stature that is the pinnacle of the shrine. The tone remains shrill, as if the attempt of fear-inspiring from a child, though the previous encounters with this fallen deity create the a situate of perfection; to the Cloak and Crystal's liking, of course. "Who calls upon the presence of Coreliant?"
Kasyr was standing somewhat near the statue, now falling into a somewhat shallow but still respectful bow, his sole remaining arm draped across his stomach. Holding that position for a few moments, he'd then stand rigidly, hand sweeping up his his forehead to clear what strands had drifted into his line of sight. "Kasyr Azakhaer, Former Champion Of Kanos." The response was conscise and held a certain unpleasent bitterness in it, as though he carried a poison upon the tip of his tongue, the likes of which tainted his gullet and words
Coreliant 's descendance into the physical plane is extremely difficult, draining most of the remaining power from the gnomish deity like the exhuberance of innards being forcibly squeezed from the shell of a beetle; grin adorned comically upon his face like a child recovering a lost toy. "Kasyr! It's been too long! I like that 'Former' part, it's got a nice ring to it. Rrrrrring." He repeats himself, distracted by the aloof word with amusement unchecked, before returning gaze back upon the one-armed man -of which, goes ignored. "Come to worship me?"
Kasyr maintained a somewhat wary gaze, even as he allowed his posture to drift into some semblance of a slouch. This was familiar, quite so, and there was something about the Gnomish Ascendus that was rather droll, albeit the fact that being within a radius of him was like toeing death. "You did say to come back some day should I ever depart his service." These words were said quietly, calculated in themself as he simply intook a breath of air and moved his one arm to his pack, if only to remove a golden helm and place it atop his head. "How do I look? It was the Paladins, Virros, well, before he was beaten to death against the walls and floor of Kelay." There'd be a slight fracture in his voice, and then the tone began again a bit more aggressively. "Gospel got rather sick of him, Je pense."
Coreliant laughs extraneously, clapping in an excessive display of mirth. "Beaten to death against the walls and floor?! Brilliant! Bloody brilliant!" Several moments passed before the deity is able to catch his breath. "It looks lovely, aside from that blemish of gold right there. Ha! The whole thing is gold! I kill myself! Ahaha! ....Anyway, you should serve me, not Kanos. He's a fool."
Kasyr was exceptionally grateful for his ability to simply feed off emotions, as were he lacking it, it was highly possibly he'd feel remorse at the moment. As it was however, Divine humour at his particular bit of misfortune turned Ancedote was contagious, hints of a dire natured smirk creeping at the edge of his lips. "I'm here now, am I not? An offering left before your shrine rather than his." Plucking his 'crown' from head and discarding it within his pack, he'd then simply shrug. "So, if you would take me as one of yours, then Consider moi your servant."
Coreliant places a ring upon the ground. "Take this as a token of your servitude, and accomplish feat in my name." With those parting words, he vanishes.
Kasyr waited until the air within the shrine was still again, before quietly approaching the object upon the ground. The tiefling would stare at it for a few long moments, before collecting it with a nod. This was a step...but in what direction?
Power
The Ring affects the perceptions of all those looking at it's owner, causing all the onlookers to perceive it's wielder to be anywhere from a few inchs to 2 feet from his current position. Essentially it is a veil, and one masterfully created by the Ascendi of deception, the illusion only able to be perceived in a place it's able to occupy, so that it does not betray it's nature.
Owners To Date:
1.Kasyr
2.Jesserios {Very Briefly}
3.Kasyr ...again. x_x