User:Yawdarious

HighPaladinKratos
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 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, blasted 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. 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 burst open and undead frostlords and minions plummeted down to the ground 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 if they blew the front gates down, and Voltaris sent a messenger of holy light to 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 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 herd no sounds of the 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 on the demons of the nether. Banish crush destroy and slaughter is all he wanted and in the wars of the nether 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 it was odd 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 spattering of Ryan's slaughter, in a flash 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 it turned a sickly green 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 short after and 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. But in a way once being the king to know what this odd demonic possession was he had to see the ghouls that attacked his priesthood. 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 allie enemy both were killed 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 they gave him refined titanium woven cloth armor and he was never saw again.