Tyraz [S-Krown's OC]

Tyraz [S-Krown's OC] skin description

Formerly the lord of a (now dead) town, Tyraz was buried with the armor that he wore to battle in life. Though decades later, after the people dissipated and the town became a ghost of itself, there was a disturbance. A young mage who dealt with collecting museum-worthy items and sets came upon the former community. Specifically to find the armor set of the folkhero who was hinted to have lived out his days in this decrepit place. Venturing further, the man was beginning to grow miffed as he was only finding dust and abandoned belongings from the long-gone civilians, it was arduous work being a picker. Eventually he came upon the graveyard of the town, needless to say, he wasn't enthusiastic about rummaging through the deceased, but he was set on returning with something to show. Persistence payed off for the man today, sweeping off the gathered dirt from the lord's crypt, he forced open the coffin with a hush incantation, as it felt wrong to speak brashly in a place of rest. Coughing as he waved away the clouds of gritty dust, he paused with a look of awe. There it was at last. The still gleaming armor contrasted with its dilapidated wearer, but it took nothing away from the sight. Cracking his knuckles, the mage took a moment to focus his mind. Reciting the spell as he held in front a bone for a magic focus, semblances of unnatural colors to the gray area appeared around him, but faded as quick as they appeared. Directing the energy of the charged spell towards the armored corpse, the previous colors lit anew and crashed into the coffin, causing the walls around to shift with dust spilling down like a sheet. Covering his face with the crook of his arm, the mage shielded himself from the devastating light. Though he quickly pulled it away for he heard the clatter of metal and the otherworldly echos that sounded of agitation. Backing up, the man bite hard on his lip as he took in a sharp breath at the result he conjured. This was not his intention, yet this was what he achieved. The room turned cold as the armor creaked as the corpse was no more, but a black and featureless shape grew and eventually stopped at the perfect fit to the design. The mage hesitated, this thing could turn on him if it didn't realize he was there already, but he was already in too deep; he had to try. "Are you- are you alive?" The armor turned, the hood hid nothing as he met with pure black, yet somehow a voice resounded back. "I should not be. Why am I brought back, defiler." Furrowing his brows, the man couldn't take his eyes away from the apparition. Deciding to simply comply as to not further anger whatever was before him. He answered unsteadily,"I did not mean to bring you back from the dead, I ment- ment to phase the arm- uh, armor away from your corpse. Tha-That was my intention, but this is the very opposite." Luckily, the spirit retained it's personality, keeping a grim calm instead of lashing out the exasperation on the man. Crossing its arms as metal clinked against itself, the voice wasn't as composed for it echoed around the two instead of from the entity. "..Dispell this dark enchantment immediately. I have already accomplished my duty to the world." "I-I'm not that exph-experienced sir. Nor have I casted such a spell before." The ashamed mage trailed off as he stood frozen, his fear was beginning to seep in deeper. Raising its head as it took a step forward after another, the heels clicking against the stone floor,"You are not going to leave me until this curse is undone." Enunciating every word as if it were being imprinted upon the man's mind itself. The possessed armor stood tall, easily looming over the shorter stature of the sweltering apprentice. "Ple-Please! I don't know how to reverse what I did to you! I don't kn-know--" As the man was babbling, he quickly held up the bone focus, "PHASE!" The room quieted instantly for a brief second as the realization set in, the man turned coward and fled the scene. Any sense of composure sputtered as it was crushed by the outbreak of horrible fury,"DEFILER!" The absolutely enraged soul's cry boomed beyond the graveyard and throughout the town easily. Rushing up and outside the crypt, the revenant sprinted across the broken cobbled roads of his former town, blind to what became of his home as he tunneled on finding the dastard who brought him back from his eternal rest. Please do not: Claim the character as your own making! Use the skin on ElysiumRP. Hope yall stick around and many thanks for giving this a read!