Valadar Corathin

[Kyzarius]

I am taking a leave of absence, life just doesnt allow for mudding and I really dont have much interest in it for the time being.

Buying a new house, buisness is booming with several new projects for '09 and the wife and I have really found a great guild in WoW.

Thanks to everyone who contributed to my characters RP and personality. Valadar was a wonderful character to play and I am honored to have been involved in the recent mud wide plot.

As always major Kudos to Anume.

I expect to browse the forums from time to time, and have a few desc approved lowbies that might see some activity in a few months.

Desc and Qapp/back story to follow.

BTW, the language Valadar spoke was Latin

[Kyzarius]

Your gaze focuses upon a dark hooded figure. Heavy robes drape this mans broad shoulders. His face is concealed in the shadows of his large hood. Single tufts of coal black hair escape briefly from the sanctuary of shadow. You are able to discern silvery gray eyes, piercing, commanding, as they survey all before them from the shadowy depths of this mans face.

The hood rests on broad shoulders, the cloth spilling over onto his chest and hanging down his back. His armor is of a dark scoured metal, as if it has been singed by a great fire. Dark sooty pauldrons grace his shoulders. His upper and lower arms are covered by similarly blackened armguards and bracers. Continuously upon the metals surface is etched an unending vine of runes. The runes glow with an eerie green light as they twist and twine their way down his arms putting them in stark contrast to the otherwise black armor. His chest plate is cast of a single piece of charred steel. Upon his breast is a crest of sorts, a single feathered angel's wing sharing the same root as a single leathery demon's wing spreads across his chest in an odd semblance of balance. The wings seem to glow, and their textures portrayed in such a detailed fashion that the emblem appears to move and sway.

Grasped in a heavily gauntleted hand, spikes rising from the tooled joints of the sooty armor, is the haft of a massive polearm. Like a farmer's scythe this modified implement of destruction is crusted by the blood of the fallen. The black wooden shaft appears to have been warped by the same flames that scoured his armor. The surface of the wood cracked and etched by the heat still glows as if retaining this unstoppable energy. The crescent blade itself, its inner blade serrated, gracefully tapers to a fine point. The surface of the blade etched with the same crest as the mans heavy plated chest.

About him a dark aura resides, squelching light as it passes over the surface of his sooty armor. A devilishly dark smoke seeps from the joints of this knights black shell, drawing the very life out of the air around him. Where it pools at his feet the ground is chilled and life quickly fades from all it washes over. All along steel grey eyes glimmer with an inner hate as you observe this sinister man.

http://www.ksavy.com/valadar.html Pictures by Icor, based on the above description. An Exceptional job on his party, done with excellent skill and much appreciated.

[Kyzarius]

Vampire App

"The Fall of a People"

Upon my throne I sat, my army slaughtered upon the battlefield.

Bloated bodies strewn across the walls of my once grand keep. The

ground shaking at the marching approach of a multitude of foes.

Death it seems comes for all. My people once empowered by my

benevolent rule, by the love of their lord, scattered to the

mountains and wilds. How does such an atrocity come about? One

can never see the full extent of the story they write for

themselves, even as one chapter ends and another begins,

introspection is impossible in such times. I will enlighten you,

oh reader of these scrolls, I will tell my tale so perhaps in the

end my decision can be known, and understood for what and why it

is.

Six moons prior, as the holy priests marked a change in the weather

and skies, Six months of darkness and cold that I will never forget.

Wielding weapons forged in secret, lead by a brutal warlord we had never known

the hordes of savage barbarians joined forces and advanced

upon our people. These sick savage animals, refused to meet us in battle.

Their raids coming in the dark of night, raping our woman, kidnapping our young.

Randomly devouring the outskirts of my

kingdom as I fought hard to protect it. With a brutal hunger never

before seen in their people, these savages were growing in number.

Madness fell from their tongues, even under torture they would only

gibber and jabber about the coming, about the prophecies that

savages will speak of. Of the great death to come, of fires

burning in the pits of hell. Now we know of what they spoke, but

then, only madness.

The ignorant are so easily driven by supposed sorcery and divine

insight. Their Oracles whispered, listening to bones and the guts

of the fallen they divined a dark and sinister prophecy. Among the

people of my kingdom, within our peaceful numbers resided a man of

potent darkness. This was their prophecy, a Saint of Death, a

harbringer of doom for the barbarian tribes. It was spoken that in

six moons time, a dark force will in a single strike devour their

entire people leaving nothing but burnt remains to be studied by the

magi of the future.

With the feverent rage that only one who defends their future can

have they came, again and again. Soon our villages were in ruin,

and then our cities were sacked. None allowed to survive, our armies

crushed by the combined wrath of the Barbarian Tribes. Our woman

were raped and slain, our sons and daughters beheaded, the separate

parts buried in separate holes to prevent the coming of their

supposed one. My own children, my own sons, fell defending the

very walls of the keep within which I reside now.

In time we saw the inevitable approaching. My grief welling,

revenge now burning in my soul. As is the way of our people, all

things must become complete. The turning of the cycle, life,

death, life, death, in this we have existed until now. Life is

being stolen from us all, our lives, our futures, our place

expunged by these blind fools. As is all things with prophecy and

prediction it seems their own fearful reaction will be the birth of

their fears. The priests of death, our spiritual guides into the

ever after, have spoken. Our people will be avenged, the multitude

must be appeased for their souls have been torn from the cycle

prematurely. As the revenge fills my heart, my vision turning red

with its hatred, I know what must be done. As the doors of my

chamber shudder from the blows beyond, I find myself filled with

new resolve. The time has come, the final candle will be lit and

the sacrifices made, to Chayesh's altar I now turn. For my people

I shall sacrifice my own place within the cycle. Death

must...will...be met in kind.

[Kyzarius]

"Nex Sanctus" (Death's Saint)

I knelt before the Altar to Chayesh, its own place upraised even

above my own throne. To the dark lord I offered the blood of

kings, the blood of each of my sons spilt upon its stone. The

blood of the old, the blood of the young, the lives of all my

people I offered in order to gain my revenge. They would pay, pay

for striking at deaths people. As is written, the cycle must be

righted and myself I offered as the harbringer of that deadly

message. As the doors to my grand hall shattered under the blows

of the barbarian hordes I found myself frozen in a moment of time.

Before me stood a simple yet commanding man, he spoke in no hurry.

He spoke of my people and our sacrifices, of the carrying out of

his will. In his hands he now held a scythe, though not

the tool of a farmer, this scythe was built for war. Its edges

gleamed, and upon its blade was a mark of balance representing good

and evil all spawning from the same inevitble source, death. He

told me then, as the air stirred and time stood still, that in

order to gain my revenge I must serve his hand. I must feed the

pyre the souls of those who deny the cycle, what was peacefully

carried out in the laws of my kingdom must be perpetuated to all

who dwell in this now frozen land. I will step beyond the cycle

and serve its will, serve as the very wind of revenge itself

against the ignorant whose genocide has left all but myself. He

spoke that I would become that which they feared, death would blow

on a swift wind to all who stood against deaths kingdom. With these

words my decision was made, and with a determination and boldness

reserved only or kings I reached for what death himself offered.

As my hands closed around the haft of the giant scythe, committing

my very soul to this purpose, all things became a blur. A great

hunger filled me, a hunger for blood, for flesh, gone was love and

peace only hatred remained. These things would never return. My

world was a dizzying array of hunger and satisfaction. All things

became clear, the world spun beneath me as I moved across it and

then...then...nothing. I have no concept of how long this

torrential bloodlust took me, when I came to myself once again I

stood upon a frozen plain. The remains of the barbarian army

before me. My armor burnt and blackened from the power I had

wielded. Blood flowing in rivers upon the stricken plains before

me, the scythe grasped in my hands hung with the gore and guts of my foes.

I turned and there he stood once again, this plain man.

Unsatisfied, his hunger insatiable, I found myself filled with his

will. My body desperate to satisfy his needs, to have once again

such pure power flowing through it. I felt, feel, no remorse for

the humanity I have lost. No desperate plea for what was beyond or

has been let behind, he would have none of these weaknesses cripple my

resolve, only the image of the next victim in my mind,

and the next, each approaching their final breath as the cycle

continues. The thirst, the hunger within to consume overwhelming me.

Revenge satisfied by blood, Ultionis contentus per cruor.

[Anume]

Mangled latin

Interesting char. Wish you good luck with your stuff in real life and time to mud again soon.

[Kyzarius]

Mangled latin

Interesting char. Wish you good luck with your stuff in real life and time to mud again soon.

I claim no proper education in the language or as a linguist...just a google addict.

[f0xx]

Valadar was truly awsome.

At the time when you were playing actively there were like 4-5 shoutouts per page in the shout outs section.

A character of great class indeed. Your leave wil be a great hit for Nexus.

I hope you find time for a new project soon.

[Sirax]

Great character, had a few interactions with you the fear I was showing was not just IG lol (I hate vamps especially by people who not what their doing with them). Outstanding app, I thought mine were good but on seeing yours they are good for one thing arse wiping.

[Nightmare_from_hell]

You single handedly took probably a third of Nethanar's life.

At the time when Knight was weak and few would face you, I hope I provided at least a little sport for you.

Even when I was getting steamrolled by you, or just simply dying, you -ALWAYS- showed respect whether by not full looting or allowing me to talk with you a bit between our intense bouts later in Neth's life. (Where I finally actually learned how to face you at least a little better)

I always had the feeling you were behind Valadar and I have absolutely the most respect for you.

I really hope for the best as far as RL goes because you are one of the players who keep this game so addicting and welcoming to play.

--- Nethanar, the little Fae

[Nightmare_from_hell]

Also, was this your first vamp? Throughout our battles, it always seemed like you were learning something new every time I faced you. You little "friend" you always sent after me completely ruined any chances I had facing you, not sure why later you stopped doing that though... *shrugs* either way, if this was your first you went from being a bit shaky (which you said IG to me), to learning some of the ins and outs of the class in a very short period. Made it hard to prepare for you, not knowing what new trick you were going to pull out of your sleeve!

[Twinblades713]

Man, Perniciant quite enjoyed his time with you. It was SO fun fighting alongside you, back when I played mornings. You were and are the man. I can't wait to see your next. That was a vicious vamp.

[Mudder]

Agreed with the above. I fought you all throughout the beginning of your chars life (not in the end).

You went from making n00b decisions to obviously terrorizing. Well done. Well played.

[English lad]

Excellent character - figured out it was you .

We had some really epic battles - with both of us being on top at different times.

Wish i'd invested more into discovering your RP after reading this, but I was always just so focused on trying to keep up with you on a PK level.

Thanks a lot for an excellent character who empowered lots of others to be excellent.

Daviaus.

[f0xx]

Agreed with the above. I fought you all throughout the beginning of your chars life (not in the end).

You went from making n00b decisions to obviously terrorizing. Well done. Well played.

I agree with that as well, was fighting you with one character which would send you running one day and then some days after you come and completely beat the crap out of me.

[Iusedtobesomebody]

Only had one PK experience with you. You had 4 ranks on me, and I got away. But I did have some RP experiences, and I liked Valadar alot.

Well done, I say.

[Ali_gmud]

Good character, had some alright fights with you when you were a DK

I think in the end you got two deaths on me and I got two on you.

Was never able to get close to you without engaging you to RP

but I saw some logs and that character had class, well played.

Next time you reroll, make a necro.... for old times sake.

[Questioner]

What can I say, we could have accomplished so much, you and I.

Good luck with rl.

[Mali]

WoW sucks.

http://www.watchtheguild.com/

[Mudder]

WoW sucks.

http://www.watchtheguild.com/

Haha, I like that video.

[Djriacen]

Yeah, you pretty much ended Zudarthan haha. Awesome character.

[Mali]

I have to say that Valadar was very well played.

[Reccum]

My best Valadar memory was a long back and forth battle when he and Sverenox were at lvl 30 waiting on our applications. Your RP was solid from the get go .

[Grim_Reefer]

Good char.

[Mindflayer]

Valadar was Rudsvinn's best customer, I've got to say.

[Aulian]

WoW sucks.

http://www.watchtheguild.com/

WTF?