House Morcane

K'rall Morcane · Joined: 20 Jan 2008 Posts: 76

Coming soon.

It's all in my head.

Can't seem to get it down in written form just yet.
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Spiderbait · Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 5:58 am Post subject:

LOL i got all excited thinking you had a story to tell... thats just.. i dont know what to say about this effort
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K'rall Morcane · Joined: 20 Jan 2008 Posts: 76

BACKGROUND :

Thul Rubrazar is a large, sphere shaped chamber, carved from the rock of a gigantic stalagmite.

It lies somewhere in the Middledark.

Life in Thul Rubrazar was truly not what it is anywhere else.

Inhabited by approximately 300 drow in total, mixed sexes, they would all have shared this one chamber together.

Here they would conduct and carry out every aspect of their lives in a crowded rabble, knowing no privacy nor shame.

At any one time moans of pleasure, screams of agony, heated argument, merry laughter and cries of starved children would be heard within this domed structure.

Animosity teemed.

Imagine the decadence.

It would truly have been a barbarous existence.

Lolth the Spider Queen or any other of the drow pantheon would have been unheard of.

All would unquestioningly serve the allmighty Emperor and Empress as their rulers and Gods.

K'rall was born the Emperor of the great dome of Thul Rubrazar.

Elevated above the masses, upon a giant platform, He and His Empress were seated.

There were no social structure to speak of.

Merely that of God, Godess and lowly worshiper.

The only duty and law was to Them, and to obey whatever vague and fickle command They would have in store for Their minions from day to day.

Whether it was a command necessary for the sustenance of the colony, such as foraging for food and water, or if They were merely in the mood for staging a macabre play of death and murder...Their will be done.

Naturally the Emperor and Empress would never leave this platform in fear of being exposed for what They truly were.

In order to survive Themselves They were waitred on by certain servants, kept close at all times, and held in check through fear and awe of the Emperor.

That, and lobotomization.

This in turn protected them from the masses, as their aloof nature was seen as punishment for displeasing the Gods, and as no one would wish to share their fate and tempt Their mercy, folk would steer clear of them, and indeed hold them in a reverance of a sort.

They alone knew the secret passages leading to the platform from without the dome.

But so, after two and a half centuries of relations with the same partner, the Empress' curiousity did get the best of her.

One fateful night, Emperor K'rall being fast asleep and heavily intoxicated, the Empress had Her most trusted servant lead a male and female of her choosing up to her from below, to endulge Herself and them in a act of "divine" pleasuring.

Afterwards She had them both discarded, quite naturally.

However, this brazen act of disloyalty would not escape Emperor K'rall.

Having spent every waking moment with each other for Their entire lifes, They knew each other too well.

He would soon pick up on this having transpired, and in a wrathful frenzy of jeolousy He picked Her up and tossed Her from the platform into the murderous rabble below.

The fall would break many bones in Her body, and She made Her pain plain to see as She screamed out aloud time and time again.

Each of the approximately 300 drow, mixed sexes, now realized that they had been played the fool throughout their entire meaningless existences, and they descended upon her en masse, tearing and ripping her to pieces.

Emperor K'rall, still drunk with rage and disbelief, challenged "His" people to come and claim Him, and He ordered His mindless servants to lead them to Him through the secret passages.

At the end of the carnage, K'rall would be the last living drow of Thul Rubrazar.

As such he set off into the vast Underdark, wandering aimlessly in search of a new purpose in life.

He had a feeling his recent one would be difficult to top.

PERSONALITY :

Physiology :

K'rall stands a good two inches taller than the average drow male.

He is quite handsome, with gaunt facial features, well pronounced cheekbones and a long, slender nose.

His skin is coloured obsidian, bordering a dark purple hue.

His eyes are blood red, when used in the infrared spectrum as well as the light spectrum.

His hair is as white as a spider's egg, and he always keeps it in a neat, perfectly braided ponytail.

He is incredibly muscular, not an ounce of fat on his body.

He has recently contracted a freak form of the lycanthropy disease, which, as far as he understands, has aberrated from it's usual symptoms due to the fact that he is drow and never comes into contact with the moon's light in his natural habitat.

As such, he never fully transforms into the form of a werewolf, but has instead suffered permanent physical alterations, as well as experiencing rabid-like tantrums and seizures.

He has become even more muscular, enduring and explosive, but at the same he will occassionally become incredibly rigid and stiff in his joints, often building up tension until he finally erupts into a seizure, where he will shake uncontrollably and vast amounts of froth will foam from his mouth.

This happens twice a full cycle, that is once every half a cycle, as Narbondel dictates, and each seizure will last just about 7 minutes.

His teeth have grown into resembling that of a wolf's set, and his finger and toe nails into talons and claws.

Normally hairless apart from his scalp, he has grown bodyhair, mainly on his chest, knuckles and covering his feet, but his eyebrows have also grown thicker and bushier, as well as whiskers making their appearance.

Fighting Style :

K'rall, an exceptional warrior, has mastered his chosen fighting style, namely the Phindar Streeaka.

The Phindar Streeaka is technically not a combat style, but more of a mindset when entering combat.

It literally translates to common as "mindless recklessness," and it lacks finesse altogether, rather focusing on exposing the underlying chaos in drow society for all to see.

It is a brutish style, made to use simply through anger and pure force of arm.

The Phindar Streeaka became the common style of fighting among the people of Thul Rubrazar, following "Emperor" K'rall's example.

As it's full potency only truly can be reached through the use of very heavy weaponry, K'rall's choice of instrument is a ferocious greataxe appropriately nicknamed "Kor" (Kor : Anger).

Behaviour :

K'rall is a bully in every sense of the word.

He will attempt at finding a weak spot in any individual he encounters, and if successful relentlessly pursue by harassing and exposing said point.

Should he come across a particularly strong minded person, whose mental fortitude proves too strong for any of K'rall's deviously ridiculing advances, he will most likely lose his cool and throw a fit of rage.

When conversing, K'rall will use a vocabulary that usually extends far beyond his intellectual capacity in an effort to appear wittier and craftier than he in actuality is.

Should he come across a particularly educated person, whose lingual knowledge far exceeds his own and will thwart any of his haphazard attempts at bluffing, he will most likely lose his cool and throw a fit of rage.

He knows no loyalty whatsoever to anyone but himself, and every action he takes, that is of his own accord or devising, will simply be either for personal gain or to grief an enemy.

He takes great pride in his looks and physique, always keen to compete in feats of strength, or to have people "observe his angles" as he likes to put it.

He has a need for a female counterpart in his life, feeling a great void where his Empress once was.

A female whom he deems strong, both physicaly and intellectualy, will utterly intoxicate him.
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K'rall Morcane · Joined: 20 Jan 2008 Posts: 76

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PrinceMyshkin · Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 2:39 pm Post subject:

Nice, I read it all. Good to know almost none of our members comes from Szith.

Don't look at me! Half dragons are really ugly. Laughing