Recent content by Kyros

Eventually, Kyros was brought back toward the group now that a plan had been formed. Kyros offered no comments to the scheme itself. He silently checked the straps for his gauntlet then looked up. "I can do either," Kyros told them. The rest of the Initiates would know that Kyros was skilled...

Kyros listened to the rest of the Initiates speak. And talk. And talk. Standing up, Kyros began to adjust his gauntlets and their fit, their comfort. “I’m ready when you make a decision,” Kyros told them as he walked away from the group. Kyros would not stop short of any physical imposition...

Travelling with the other initiates, Kyros wore a simple black tunic over very light armor. His wrist gauntlets blended in well with his outfit – making him appear to be unarmed despite the fact being opposite. During the journey, Kyros gave very few words to any of his companions. He only...

Accolon's words seemed to stopped Kyros in his tracks. He turned his head back to place an eye back on his peer. Face still as blank as stone. But Kyros then asked, "Don't you know what the last class did? When they graduated?" Rumors were abound about what happened. Some Initiates killed each...

Rain poured down from the heavens. Water saturated the dirt road and turned it into a muddy hell. At an unfortunate crossroad near Viret, a caravan sat trashed and nearly demolished. The guards that escorted the caravan sat as corpses all around. Virak’s banner hung on their chests. Examining...

And Zaire proceeded to give Kyros a lecture. The white-haired boy kept his eye on his peer. A scowl formed as Zaire continued on and on. But, Kyros gave no words back to Zaire. He groaned and looked back at the gauntlet he was going to work on. Shrugged his shoulders. A crack rang out. “I’m...

More words poured from Zaire’s mouth. Kyros’s gaze remained on his task this time. When Zaire finished his last sentence, Kyros tested the mechanism for his weapon. With the press of a button within the gauntlet, its blade extended in almost an instant. As he retracted the blade back in place...

The beaten man that hobbled away sported simple clothing. Not rags. Not luxury. It would be typical of most peasants within Vel Anir. “I’m leaving,” Kyros coldly announced. Kyros’s behavior appeared to be no different than what Accolon may had witnessed before in the Academy. The white-haired...

A man Kyros accused of being a thief finally managed to get on his feet. He began to hobble away as he glanced back periodically at Kyros and Accolon. Unless stopped by either Initiate, it would not take long for him to disappear from view. Kyros appeared not want anything more with the man. He...

Kyros’s eyes narrowed at Accolon’s question. The beaten man on the ground began to crawl away from Kryos – away from both his assaulter and Accolon. “No merchants here,” Kyros told Accolon. Kyros then glanced back. “Only us, and a thief,” Kyros calmly claimed.

Kyros shifted his head. His glare sharpened upon Accolon after the fellow Initiate’s words. His relaxed stance then squared up – as if tensing his muscles. “Initiate, just as you, Accolon,” Kyros coldly replied. Standing tall, Kyros tilted his chin up. Arms sat at his side. No weapon appeared...

Upon hearing Accolon’s words, Kyros looked up to look the fellow initiate in the eye. He then lifted his hand and examined his knuckles. The man Kyros assaulted still sat on the ground whimpering in pain. Kyros wiped the back of his hand against his dark colored pants. Kyros’s knuckles were...

VEL ANIR The sun shined brightly above Vel Anir. The markets bustled with activity. Off in one alleyway from a marketplace, a curiosity developed. Or was ending, potentially. BAM BAM BAM In this otherwise empty corner of the city, Kyros stood over a lanky man. BAM And punched him. BWAM...

The proctors chose Kyros to travel with Zaire. When Zaire looked over to Kyros, the white haired boy looked up and back at Zaire. A blank look painted Kyros’s face. Not even a sliver of displeasure or amusement could be seen. Silence answered Zaire. It would not be an exaggeration to say that...