User:Vuryal
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Duel History
Vuryal's Description:
Race: Unknown.
Class: Chronomancer
Age: Unknown
Weapons:
A mystical staff which bears the power of Time and Space within its very confines, able to be manipulated into any form that Vuryal beckons.
Abilities: Controls the very essence of time and space. Acquires the skills of those he possesses as he jumps from body to body like a parasite, and can use them to his advantage until he must find a new host. Another words, kill his body, he finds a new one, unless you happen to possess some ancient knowledge of what he is exactly (which you better have a pretty damn good story for knowing!)
Wives: Leigh
Title: Overlord, Lord of Time, Rogue, Messenger (of the Time Masters), Revolutionary, Emperor of Archmosia, Leader of the Resurrected
Uniqueness: Vuryal is void of emotions and feelings. Often misunderstood, he has no desire for power, for desire is an emotion, a need, which he does not have nor want. He also has the ability to know a person's past without specifically talking to them before, consider it part of his blessing as a time traveler, wanted or not...
Vuryal's Biography:
He comes to serve the will of others.
He comes to deliver the messages they so choose.
He comes to strike down those who they say.
He comes and goes as they so desire.
He is the merely a messenger, a slave, a puppet...
The Beginnings
It was the dawn of time, or so it would be to mortals. It was shortly after the war of the immortals, before the very land of Hollow was defined to what it is known as today. This is where the story of Vuryal begins...
Vuryal, or known as Jarr'Loth to his elven brothers of the woodlands, was a humble craftsman of fine bows, his skill at bending the oaken weapon superb and unmatched. He was renowned for being such a fine bowsmith that he quickly became a rich man, not in monetary wealth per say, but in prestige and fame, his name echoed in the trees. But something began to grow dark in this one's soul...
Greed, it seems, had taken hold of this once simple man. The desire to become the highest amongst his own people dwelled deep into the ever darkening soul of Jarr’Loth. He left one day, out to seek a powerful seer he knew about in the hills to the east.
Upon arriving at the oracle’s hut, he strode inside, the smells of potions and elixirs wafting to kiss the hairs in his nostrils. But, soon after arriving, he found out what he wanted to know, talking to this dark prophet feared by all others. There was a way to make this humble bowsmith the most powerful and renowned elf in all the lands. Jarr’Loth smiled upon finding this information out.
The soothsayer began to prophesize, giving a detailed account of how this “honor” could be attained. It involved quite the extensive set of rules to follow, and in the end, it would require the soul of the bowsmith. Jarr’Loth did not hesitate, and insisted that the pact be made. It was…
The Messenger Borne…
Almost immediately, Jarr’Loth was summoned to the high plane of the time lords. Standing before them, he remained poised, unwavering. How quickly that would change…
The masters struck their slave, each psychic attack delving deep into the very mind of the elf, removing emotions that lay within, creating the perfect fearless, loveless monster to do their bidding. They ripped away his soul, darkening his heart immediately, and gifting him with strange and mysterious powers. They bestowed upon him the title of “Messenger”, “Slave”, and renamed him Vuryal.
Returning back to the land of his own brothers of the woods, Vuryal quickly succumbed to what his masters had told him to do. Each elf fell before him, all refusing to acknowledge the existence of this “false gods”, or so they called them. The screams of men, women, and children filled the night air, all but silence issuing forth the rising sun the next morning. At the dawning of the new day, he stood there, over them all with blood stained arrows and a tainted steel blade, dripping of elven blood. Three hundred there were, three hundred… And yet, the cry of none remained.
The Next Eons
Vuryal quickly became the creature, the “messenger” that the time lords had sought. Ruthless, cunning, and quite adept at his new found power, Vuryal became to be favored by his masters. They bestowed upon him the use of body after body once one would be worn out, as time tends to do that to mortal flesh. They would select the best of a particular race, rip the very soul of this poor individual out, and insert their parasite into the body, instantly taking hold of any powers that had once been the forte of the former.
And so it went on, for ages. The masters would see fit to control the time line of various worlds, making it bend to their will, for their will was always right, at least it was to Vuryal. They would let some live to ring their name throughout the annals of history, Vuryal’s as well, as their slave. This continued, until one day, the chronomancer vanished, the masters no longer needing to exert their will upon the populace any longer, as they had received supreme recognition amongst the people. Exactly what they had wanted…godhood. And so, as time does, it moved on, the memory of Vuryal passing into stories, then legends, and finally myths…
The World Called Hollow
Present time… The mass of individuals that reside in the small hamlet of Kelay and the surrounding countryside have all but forgotten the time lords and their slave, nothing more than mere myth, not even worth mentioning any longer. The time masters, having grown complacent with their godhood title, soon began to grow angry as no longer were they respected as such. This would not be stood for…
He descended upon the village like a plague of locusts, chaos his signature. First, it was the drow body he took, then the draconian, each giving him the strength to wreck the will of his masters upon the land. However, something unusual happened to Vuryal. He became greedy, beyond what the masters wanted. He instantly was banished back to the time lords who imprisoned him.
Upon his release, and a thorough “examination” by the lords, he was sent back into the body of a dark vampire lord, a race that the messenger completely despised. The cruel joke making its point to Vuryal, knowing he was truly not the one in control of his destiny. He has returned to continue to expand upon the reign of terror that was began that day, so long ago, amongst his former elven brothers…
One fateful day, while toying with the most ultimate of spells, Vuryal's vampiric body exploded in a brilliant display of lights and theatrics. Pleased with his progression in learning to harness the gift bestowed upon him, the masters divulged a new body for him. A gnome of unrivaled magical ability, once heard of only in myths dabbling in the arts of shadow magic, now plays itself as the unfortunate victim of this beast, this never ending parasite.
Stumbling upon the remains of an ancient city, long forgotten by time at the behest of the Time Masters, Vuryal pleaded with, and received the body of a supreme Ha-Naga, a "god" of sorts to these people. Through manipulation as well as some carefully planned events, the chronomancer was seen as the leader of this race. The city now begins to flourish once more, though it remains hidden from Hollow... but for how long?
OOC Description:
You misspell words and I make fun of you.
OOC Contact Info:
AIM: JonesSoda007
But if you contact me, tell me who you are, since I am no damned mind reader, got it, chicken foo?
Website: www.rpmagazine.com
Forum: vuryal.proboards58.com <-- For Hollow ramblings, ideas, etc.