User:Yawdar/Kratos

High Paladin Kratos
Life was sad, tough, excellent, tragic, noble, horrible, and then came hope and pride, all in one life of this single man. His name was Ryan, he never new his last name. He was given the last name Elan but refused to take it, and he liked to be called kratos. He was orphaned, lived on the streets after he escaped the orphanage. He was adopted into a Priesthood, do to his great aura and ability to do mystic things. His life fell to peril when the priesthood was destroyed in an all out strike to kill it By the lord of death, the Lich. He was adopted into a noble family and, became, the ruler of the kingdom of Morath on the distant lands in the twisting nether. He was Exiled Due to the tragedy he had unintentionally caused. They gave him armor of the best kind they had. Purely, utterly, refined titanium Cord woven cloth enchanted with the last heirloom of the priesthood he once was part of. And thus he wondered throughout the twisting nether, the ever changing and altering lands, fending off beasts and weird civilizations. One day a great dragon like beast flew overhead he immediately almost like fate, his immediate reflex was to blast it out of the sky with a great burst of holy light. From there on hope and fate lit his path...

The Beginnings
The young child seem to be always sad, he was admitted to the orphanage at the day he was born. His mother Durana Died giving birth, and the father was killed in a Strive to close the nether portal, which was a hole in the universe in which demon spawns and bolts of white energy shot out. As he got older he was given the last name of Elan, his true last name was unknown.

He was revealed the story of his parents and this is when he first discovered his slight hint of power, he slammed his hands to his sides and ran, ran far through the city, the throw down of his hands made a flash of light that stunned all in the room they couldn't chase him. But some guards took notice and chased him down the road, they chased and chased it seemed the child only got faster and faster. They mounted on raptors to chase him, Ryan was so frightened and so scared he did not realize he was running right to a dead end.

The guards dismounted and approached him, with tears running down his face he simply said, "i want a home... i want parents to love me..." The guards went to grab him carelessly like they didn't even hear what he said. A holy cleric approached and said softly with a nice warm aura of light, "Put him down" and so the guards did. "I will care for you" is all the man said and Ryan new he felt deeply inside he was at home with this man. He loved him.



The Priesthood's End
The cleric's name was Voltaris, Voltaris Holybane this man's job was to train young priests and paladins into the priesthood. Many try and fail but, Ryan on the other hand was great, they trained all day and night every moment he could. He went to church in the morning, every Sunday, but this Sunday was not normal Ryan stared at the sky before church the nether was dark it was odd the nether is normally a purple or green but never has he seen the nether so dark. The nether suddenly burst open in the middle of the service and undead frostlords and minions plummeted down to the ground, and immediately the priests shielded and began to fight, but caught so off-guard they were not in good enough armor and were easily struck down if not shielded. Guards came in blades, war-hammers and, axes blazing into the priesthood's grounds. The walls around the court yard were high, tall, and stone. These odd undead creatures could not escape the priesthood's grounds unless they blew the front gates down, and Voltaris sent a messenger of holy light to tell the Morath guard destroy the Courtyard if there were none left to defend.

They blew the gates down and began to defend. "Voltaris dodge!" A priest screeched, as a blade of ice seared through the priest's flesh. Voltaris did not dodge, he was to memorized by watching his peer get cut down. Voltaris was hit with a ice bolt, it pierced his chest on the right side, it barely missed his heart. Immediately Ryan got defensive for his master and Made a swift slice of holy energy in the undead, cutting its hands clean off, and then impaled it with his staff. From Ryan's training he new this hit was critical, and Voltaris would not live much longer. He grabbed his master, and pulled him out of the courtyard, sadly, His master spoke to him in a soft voice as if he was about to just wither away and said, "Please... take this heirloom of mine this is a figurine that you may... *cough* use to channel my power that i have left into the figurine *cough* only use the figurine to empower your *cough* *cough* self... when you are ready... *dies*" Ryan new his purpose was to kill the undead and eliminate the horrors of the crypt.

In righteous fury he stood took his masters spell-mace and ran into the courtyard there was not many priests left, he saw several bolts of fire flying into the courtyard in the sky. This was it this is the destruction of the courtyard that was ordered "Priests Follow me!" He commanded. They summoned a holy wall of light and ran with Ryan out of the courtyard and into a hidden tunnel. It led to the streets and while running under ground, they heard it, the crashes of the balls of flame impaling the courtyard. They got above ground and looked back... the courtyard was blazing in flame, they heard no sounds of wretched ghouls... it was over but all he had loved was gone except for the few 5 priests he had saved.



Nobility Arrives
Ryan, awe swept, after the utter decimation of his beloved priesthood decided he would use the fury and pain he had withheld on the demons of the nether. Banish, crush, destroy, and slaughter is all he wanted and to channel those emotions, he joined the army of Morath and joined groups of soldiers that decimated civilizations in the nether, but, the group of soldiers he was with decided he was to bloodthirsty, and was far to enjoying of the death he wrought, and felt he had to die.

So on a crusade, in the twisting nether they seeked to destroy him. A soldier in the mist of blood spatter of Ryan's slaughter, in a flash he bolted behind him and with a swift blow slung his dagger out and ripped his kidney wide open, blood gushed, a surely terminal wound. The battle field was silent until Ryan rose and spawned some kind of hell spawn that ripped a soldiers head clean off, the soldiers shouted and immediately dispatched it. Ryan quickly grabbed his staff, and it turned a sickly greenish black and then grew a blade, like a polearm, and in a blink, and a flurry of the polearm there was only corpses of soldiers, limbs and bones. He looked uneasy as he fled the town and as he got barely out into the dunes, he collapsed. Not seen in Morath for days, they sent out a search party, only dried bones were found of the others, and Ryan was collapsed, dehydrated and starving, and mysteriously the huge gash on his kidney was gone... Immediately they rushed him to Morath and go him medical attention he was adopted into a noble family shortly after.

The celebrations of the new prince were short lived, Ryan did not sleep for weeks only remembering the death and doom he had brought to the soldiers and the demon growing inside him. Eventually the terror ended, until one day the king died and he was appointed the kings chair but the death of his so called father haunted him as if he caused it, they said that he died of an unknown disease and that was it. Now being the king he could end this horror, he immediately had put an order out to open the nether portal so he could find out what his affliction was, he knew it was the Lich but he, had to kill him. This very well could be the demon seed being planted in the nether, once the orders were passed to open it, the portal, to this land of Northrend horror was all that awaited.

Floods armies hordes of ghouls crushed into the city and into the land and all who were able fought hard in this bloody war and it lasted for weeks on end the ghouls were being fought back out of the city and killed back into extinction. Ryan thrived as a whisper in his mind spoke to him "serve me do my bidding, listen to me and power shall be yours" in the carnage of battle he stood as if he was at harmony and was impaled with several arrows and still he stood not even moving his face and a ghoul bit into his very flesh he fell and was wounded he bled and bled as if there was an endless supply and then the demon inside him awoke. There was no discrimination if it had blood he killed it, allies, enemies, both were killed in an endless slaughter, and once they were all dead, his spree of demon power ended. He was found guilty of murder of his own soldiers and the platoon he killed in the nether. He was banished into the nether never to return, in honor of his fact of being the king they gave him refined titanium woven cloth armor and he was never seen again.

Banishment and Hope
His life wandering the nether seemed so long, but was in truth very short lived, but felt so long for the fact time is openly distorted ther,e due to the lack of dragons to keep time in order. The beasts were many out there, psychotic orcs, insane humans, just wondering for eternity. He eventually ran out of water, but arrived at a small pond, but it was all a trap. Being that water is few and far between out there it is often used as a trap.

Suddenly, just as he knelt to drink a large group of primitive fel orcs armed with only cloth and large iron blades ambushed him, but surly they were no match, though fate was in their favor, because a suddenly something horrible happened. A massive Jorgmunger burst from the crust and shot a poison fang into Kratos' flesh that pierced his armor. He tried to battle but simply lost consciousness and fell down. But the orcs knew how to handle the Jorgmunger because it is natural prey for them, they quickly gulped an anecdote to inoculate themselves from its poison, and they eventually killed it.

Kratos woke up in their camp, groggy, but he could feel he was naked, and hanging from a tree, he immediately tried to untie himself in fear of losing his armor, his last memory of Morath. He was so groggy and his vision was blurred that he just blacked out again, but his demon arose. This time, his demon took a Blood elven form, sleek and in black leather with 2 smokey gray daggers. It silently slit the guards throat, he never saw it coming seeing as it was night he was nearly invisible. The demon had sprinted over to the building where he had seen the armor being delivered, inside there were 3 orcs and 2 mysterious cloaked men the demon couldn't make out.

It went to the roof and shattered it with a hellish slam of a dagger, all of the orcs were shocked and were slit up and mutilated before they could draw and it got a good shot in on a cloaked man, the cloaks flew off them as they tried to flee, but the one that was wounded grew a spike of bone from it's wound and shrieked in pain as many more protruded through its skin and ripped it up alive, his counterpart simply fell to the floor looking in horror, and the demon walked up to the tortured man, and jabbed his dagger right into the existing wound, and he burst into organs and blood all over the room. The other cloaked man was a drake in human form, as this was quickly discovered as the man turned into a drake.

the demon grabbed his tail as he flew off but was shaken off and fell into the dirt, but as the other cloaked man, he was wounded. The demon shrieked as Kratos awoke, and the demon just burst into black flames and extinguished all life from the town. Kratos untied himself, and staggered, naked, over to the area were his armor lie, he equipped himself, and in a mass confusion of the fact, that his demon had done all of this, he left the town. Dawn was breaking and so was his spirit of ever leaving...

Then like fate, the dragon that saved him flew overhead, it was Chronos, a bronze dragon, he fired a bolt of holy light like a reflex and it towered from the sky like a zepplin hit by a dwarven bomb. It crashed in a mass plume of sand, and he sprinted to it as fast as possible. Chronos refused to take him to Azeroth to seek his foe, so he threatened to kill her slowly and bgan to bind her to the sands, and seared through her flesh with holy light, it took a good 5 minutes to reach her organs, and the finally surrendered. From here forth, he was on the road from here to Azeroth, he rode her back until they arrived in territory of Tenaris. Hence forth he knew his mission, kill the Lich, and aid those who need him gravely.