Recent content by Kyril

Kyril nodded his head. The Wylds were indeed an utter bitch. It was,probably, one of the most dangerous places in all of Arethil. Traversing through the vast jungle would be all but impossible without a guide, and even with one the chance of death was…more than Kyril would have liked. ”We can...

The distance made logical sense, but there had to be something more, something that made it worthwhile to come all the way here. A dozen ideas floated through his mind, but that was all they were at the end of the day; ideas. Without more proof, without at least talking to one of these cult...

Kyril might have figured it out, might have noticed all the little tactical queues that Solitude was dropping…but his mind didn’t work like that. He wasn’t a Dreadlord. He wasn’t a soldier or a warriors trained to notice things of strategic importance. All that he focused on in her words was...

"The eyes are the offering." Kyril explained slowly, dreading the words that were coming from his mouth. "Mallia will bless them." For the Goddess of Ixchel did not care. Cities were nothing to her, people were no more sacred than a flower. That was her way. Not evil, but a patron of the Wylds...

In a more ordinary moment, Kyril might have asked more questions about 'Freesia', about what Solitude had done to keep him safe. Yet such a thing didn't even cross his mind. "It's a raven." His mind flickered back to the conversation they'd had just before the attack. Wandering Gods and those...

Kyril was about to say something. A small jest, a joke about Solitude's artistic ability, but any expression of joy drained from his face drained from his face almost as soon as he saw the drawing. A chill ran up his spine. Fingers tightened on the small journal as she handed it back to him...

Kyril panted heavily, standing besides Solitude as though he were about to collapse into a pile and be out for the day. His lungs were on fire, his knees hurt, and it seemed as though his body were objecting to his simple existence at this point. A smile flickered over towards Sol as she...

The moment Solitude ordered him to run Kyril broke out into the fastest sprint he could manage. Months of training had seen him regain some of his stamina, but years of Lyrum use still had him as little more than skin and bones. He booked it down the corridor, rushing as quickly as he could...

As soon as Sol pinned him against the wall and whispered her quiet words Kyril nodded his head. A part of his mind was utterly fixated on his surroundings, the unique little dwelling that the woman had seemingly pulled him into. It reminded him of pocket-planes. The idea that one could create a...

Kyril was entirely sure that if it hadn't been for Solitude's timely intervention he would have been dead. Her hand grasped at his shoulder and instantly pushed him out of the way, a spark of clashing blades flickering to life seconds later. His eyes popped open. Even at his greatest strength...

"Those same people probably create spell-scrolls." Kyril commented with a wry grin as they continued to make their way through the streets. "That's alright." He told her, hardly expecting Sol to do the very thing he had been called here to do. She could fight, and if things came down to it...

Kyril slowly pulled himself up, considering what this could mean. Changelings were rare, and valuable. Their blood, their flesh, and yes their eyes could be used for powerful magics. Most of them dark. "Hm?" Kyril said as he turned his head back towards Solitude. A frown touched his lips for a...

Kyril should have been horrified. The sight that Solitude summoned was truly a terrifying visage, something that no one should have seen. Yet instead of balking, looking away, Kyril only stared in utter fascination. He knew exactly what she was doing, how she was doing it. Such a craft was...

"I used to be a little more than a regular human." Kyril commented dryly as he continued to draw. Though he'd never seen anything quite like this. There had been a few studies back at Elbion that had been...close enough. Kyril stared at the grave for a few more moments, studying those within as...

Kyril mused for a moment. "Eight years is a lot of time. Perhaps in that time you should learn to ward yourself against lightning." He jested as they continued to make their way through the city. Eventually the smell began to enter his nose, and not wearing a mask it reached him sooner than it...