Post by koruth on May 31, 2008 23:15:50 GMT -5
Full Name: Koruth Melonoth
Age: 22
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Magic: Studied in the Tower of Wayreth from the age of 7. Finally after many years of studying among the greatest wizards I took the test. Passing and to pay he is streaked with magic runes accros his entire body enflaming whenever he speaks the launguage of magic.
Birthplace: Born in Solmnia.
Strengths: Highly Intellegent, Very cunning, Wisdom beyond his age
Weaknesses: Short Temper, Short Patience, Disregard for the Gods
Description: Koruth is an average size human sizing to about 5'10. He has a well muscled body from traveling but tires easily. He has black curly hair that falls over his eyes and face often hiding his runes. Has hazel eyes that always seem to be glazed and seem to stare far off.
Koruth is one of the Red Robed mages. Not caring for the Gods and thier actions only caring about what his life threw at him. He has red silk gloves on at all times hiding his runes which glowed red. He wore leather boots which were worn and well used. He also wore a leather tunic under his robes but was seldom seen.
Weapons: Koruth has no need to kill by steel. He carries his staff of which is etched with runes matching himself. At the very top of the staff held a ruby in the shape of a flame. He also carried a small dagger for magic purposes only.
Koruth was born in the city of Solmnia. His mother was but a cleric of paladine but his father was a known mage visiting the city for reasons unknown. His father had seduced the young cleric women and bedded with her not knowing he would father a son. After learning of this he fled not wanting to raise a child.
His mother had raised his till the age of 7 of which she sent him to the Tower of Wayleth to study the arts of magic. Also his mothers own selfish reasons so she may once again commit herself to Paladine.
Koruth took upon his studies very seriously. He apprenticed under a mediocre mage who held him back fearing his pupils natural talent. After seeing Koruth practice simple magic and turning it into something more one of the members of the Conclave took it upon himself to teach the boy.
After many years of study Koruth took the Test. He faced horrors and challenges he dare not speak. Having been cursed and etched with runes he was given the title of Magi.
Rp
Koruth stalked the shadows of the dimly lit hallways. The dampness of the hall clung to his very bones but he felt the fire of his power burn inside him warding it off. He gripped his staff tighter as he kept his eyes forward toward his prize. He looked out and saw two figuares sprinting his way.
They were Draconians hired out of thier sheer terror and savageness the uphold on Krynn. Koruth halted and watched as they sped toward him. Koruth raised his hand and started to speak the words of magic
" Obrut ku movani, yatho viskos daldannu " He murmered. He started to close his hand as if he was choking somone and one of the dracionian stopped and dropped his sword. He grabbed at it's throat as invisible fingers held onto it. He stared frantactly then went limp falling to the floor.
It's partner not even noticing it's partners death. It kept on speeding toward Koruth. Koruth felt his runes glow red from the magic. His staff let out a red lite and the ruby ontop of it burst as if on fire. Koruth drew back his hood letting the runes on his face brun.
He watched as his enemy sped toward him. It raised it's sword as it drew near. Koruth raised his hand again and teleported right infront of the creature. He grasped it's face and spoke.
" Kair tangus miopiar " He spoke and his hands burst into flame. The draconian screamed in pain and dropped his sword. He writher but could not break free from Koruth's grasp. It shuddered and went limp. Koruth let the creature drop and his hands went to normal.
Koruth walked down the hallway with a burst of speed. His runes glowing like hot embers. He reached the end of the hallway. A vast Library of hundreds if not thousands of books. He would claim each of thier knowledge as his own furthing his power.
Just then a burst of black shot forth at Koruth. Koruth raised his staff and spoke
" Ammm. Harrarr. Moot " he yelled and a wall of power surged forth and blocked the spell. He looked out and saw the dark elf reveal himself.
" Koruth I have been expecting you. I will show you pain. I will show you pain that with dwarf your petty runes. None shall enter my home and not perish. He said his black robes swirling around him.
Koruth smiled underneath his dark curls. He raised his hand as did his rivil. Koruth started to murmer the words of magic.
" Ast kiranann kair Gadurm Sotharn/Suh kali Jalaran " He spoke and a bolt of red lightning shot forth from his hand. As did his rivil but his bolt was black. Both bolts collided making a sonic boom. Both sturggled for power over the other. Koruth summoned his energy from inside hismelf. His runes burst shooting forth adding his power.
He planted his staff forward and pushed with all his might and took a step foward and his bolt split the dark one and rushed toward the Dark Elf. He heard a scream and a blast as his bolt blew through the wall and destroying his enemy.
Koruth stood there panting as he looked out. His strength was drained as he looked at his prize. The books stood around him and he walked over and stroked one of the books spine. He knew most of these books by heart he just searched for a few particular ones. He looked around and slammed his staff to the ground and books fell off thier casses. Only the proud and strong books would fail to fall.
He saw on the corner of the case he saw 3 books runes encaseing them. He raised his hand and all three raced toward him. The runes glowed a black errie color. Koruth looked as the books floated in front of him. He raced his hand over them and he closed his eyes. He purged the memories of thier once owner and poured his own power into the books.
The etchings started to glow and turned a bright red. He smiled and grasped all three books. He heard a piercing cry and turned to find a lich at the end of the hallway. HE knew he did not have the strength to fight such a fiend. He drew the books close to him started to speak. He only had the energy for one last spell then he would be killed. The words of magic formed on his lips as he spoke in a loud voice.
" Lethodor, ithikitalkus maldifidii locitium " He yelled the very stones shaking to his strong voice. He saw the lich come close as he spoke the last syllable and he vanished. He found himself in his room books lining each wall except the door and small window.
Koruth dropped the books and collasped on his bed. He had just enough energy to climb fully into bed then he went into a deep sleep. He slep very well knowing he possesed another piece of knowlegde that will make his name feared and respected in all the parts of Krynn.
Age: 22
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Magic: Studied in the Tower of Wayreth from the age of 7. Finally after many years of studying among the greatest wizards I took the test. Passing and to pay he is streaked with magic runes accros his entire body enflaming whenever he speaks the launguage of magic.
Birthplace: Born in Solmnia.
Strengths: Highly Intellegent, Very cunning, Wisdom beyond his age
Weaknesses: Short Temper, Short Patience, Disregard for the Gods
Description: Koruth is an average size human sizing to about 5'10. He has a well muscled body from traveling but tires easily. He has black curly hair that falls over his eyes and face often hiding his runes. Has hazel eyes that always seem to be glazed and seem to stare far off.
Koruth is one of the Red Robed mages. Not caring for the Gods and thier actions only caring about what his life threw at him. He has red silk gloves on at all times hiding his runes which glowed red. He wore leather boots which were worn and well used. He also wore a leather tunic under his robes but was seldom seen.
Weapons: Koruth has no need to kill by steel. He carries his staff of which is etched with runes matching himself. At the very top of the staff held a ruby in the shape of a flame. He also carried a small dagger for magic purposes only.
Koruth was born in the city of Solmnia. His mother was but a cleric of paladine but his father was a known mage visiting the city for reasons unknown. His father had seduced the young cleric women and bedded with her not knowing he would father a son. After learning of this he fled not wanting to raise a child.
His mother had raised his till the age of 7 of which she sent him to the Tower of Wayleth to study the arts of magic. Also his mothers own selfish reasons so she may once again commit herself to Paladine.
Koruth took upon his studies very seriously. He apprenticed under a mediocre mage who held him back fearing his pupils natural talent. After seeing Koruth practice simple magic and turning it into something more one of the members of the Conclave took it upon himself to teach the boy.
After many years of study Koruth took the Test. He faced horrors and challenges he dare not speak. Having been cursed and etched with runes he was given the title of Magi.
Rp
Koruth stalked the shadows of the dimly lit hallways. The dampness of the hall clung to his very bones but he felt the fire of his power burn inside him warding it off. He gripped his staff tighter as he kept his eyes forward toward his prize. He looked out and saw two figuares sprinting his way.
They were Draconians hired out of thier sheer terror and savageness the uphold on Krynn. Koruth halted and watched as they sped toward him. Koruth raised his hand and started to speak the words of magic
" Obrut ku movani, yatho viskos daldannu " He murmered. He started to close his hand as if he was choking somone and one of the dracionian stopped and dropped his sword. He grabbed at it's throat as invisible fingers held onto it. He stared frantactly then went limp falling to the floor.
It's partner not even noticing it's partners death. It kept on speeding toward Koruth. Koruth felt his runes glow red from the magic. His staff let out a red lite and the ruby ontop of it burst as if on fire. Koruth drew back his hood letting the runes on his face brun.
He watched as his enemy sped toward him. It raised it's sword as it drew near. Koruth raised his hand again and teleported right infront of the creature. He grasped it's face and spoke.
" Kair tangus miopiar " He spoke and his hands burst into flame. The draconian screamed in pain and dropped his sword. He writher but could not break free from Koruth's grasp. It shuddered and went limp. Koruth let the creature drop and his hands went to normal.
Koruth walked down the hallway with a burst of speed. His runes glowing like hot embers. He reached the end of the hallway. A vast Library of hundreds if not thousands of books. He would claim each of thier knowledge as his own furthing his power.
Just then a burst of black shot forth at Koruth. Koruth raised his staff and spoke
" Ammm. Harrarr. Moot " he yelled and a wall of power surged forth and blocked the spell. He looked out and saw the dark elf reveal himself.
" Koruth I have been expecting you. I will show you pain. I will show you pain that with dwarf your petty runes. None shall enter my home and not perish. He said his black robes swirling around him.
Koruth smiled underneath his dark curls. He raised his hand as did his rivil. Koruth started to murmer the words of magic.
" Ast kiranann kair Gadurm Sotharn/Suh kali Jalaran " He spoke and a bolt of red lightning shot forth from his hand. As did his rivil but his bolt was black. Both bolts collided making a sonic boom. Both sturggled for power over the other. Koruth summoned his energy from inside hismelf. His runes burst shooting forth adding his power.
He planted his staff forward and pushed with all his might and took a step foward and his bolt split the dark one and rushed toward the Dark Elf. He heard a scream and a blast as his bolt blew through the wall and destroying his enemy.
Koruth stood there panting as he looked out. His strength was drained as he looked at his prize. The books stood around him and he walked over and stroked one of the books spine. He knew most of these books by heart he just searched for a few particular ones. He looked around and slammed his staff to the ground and books fell off thier casses. Only the proud and strong books would fail to fall.
He saw on the corner of the case he saw 3 books runes encaseing them. He raised his hand and all three raced toward him. The runes glowed a black errie color. Koruth looked as the books floated in front of him. He raced his hand over them and he closed his eyes. He purged the memories of thier once owner and poured his own power into the books.
The etchings started to glow and turned a bright red. He smiled and grasped all three books. He heard a piercing cry and turned to find a lich at the end of the hallway. HE knew he did not have the strength to fight such a fiend. He drew the books close to him started to speak. He only had the energy for one last spell then he would be killed. The words of magic formed on his lips as he spoke in a loud voice.
" Lethodor, ithikitalkus maldifidii locitium " He yelled the very stones shaking to his strong voice. He saw the lich come close as he spoke the last syllable and he vanished. He found himself in his room books lining each wall except the door and small window.
Koruth dropped the books and collasped on his bed. He had just enough energy to climb fully into bed then he went into a deep sleep. He slep very well knowing he possesed another piece of knowlegde that will make his name feared and respected in all the parts of Krynn.
