Post by Khalid on Feb 6, 2017 10:00:31 GMT -8
Name: Khalid
Appearance:
Personality: Khalid is a complex man. He was forced to become a king at the age of 14 and was hailed as a warlord by 20. He can be described as having two faces. The first is one of joy, he smiles frequently and enjoys all activities even taking chaos with strides. He uses his smile and joyful demeanor to endear his allies as well as terrify his enemies. To show such ease and comfort in the face of the enemy reveals his power and confidence.
The other face he shows is one of cold malice. This is reserved for times that are truly dire and his most hated enemies. In this frame of mind he cannot be reasoned with and even allies that act foolishly will find themselves on the receiving end of his wrath. He will show no mercy, shy from no brutality, and obliterate all that hinders him.
History: Most tragedies begin with one of two things, a war, or a woman, Khalid’s just so happens to have both. In a time passed long from mind and record now only told by ruins there was a sprawling empire within the desert. This empire was known far and wide for its lush gardens and beautiful oasis. Naturally as all beautiful things do, they invite destruction.
The empire had long united the desert under one king but the lands beyond were not interested in submitting. They instead began wars in hopes of claiming pieces of this paradise for themselves. This war saw a young Khalid bidding farewell to his father, the king. It was tearful goodbye but one that had to be expected.
One of the few solaces the young prince had in his life during these times was his fiancé Calico. She was precious to him and her support helped him to adjust into his duties making decisions in place of his father in regards to economy and local concerns. Perhaps it was his own naivety or perhaps it was his blasphemous boasts that she was too beautiful for a mortal to deserve her that brought her ruin, he would never decide but he blamed himself all the same.
It was a day like any other when word reached the capital of his father’s passing. A mighty arrow fired from incomparable distance struck him from across the battlefield smiting him. Prince Khalid was only 14 at the time and soon fell ill after this development. Calico and those advisors that were still loyal to the kingdom continued to console the prince and help ease his new burdens of rule and grief. But it would not be an easy task.
With the emperor dead and his son still so inexperienced civil war broke out throughout many portions of the empire. Between the invaders and insurrections from within the empire was crumbling faster by the day until all became desperate. In a desperate gamble Prince Khalid declared the inconceivable; he would seek out aid from the Witch of the Wasteland, or as better known a Witch of Desecration. It was not met with enthusiasm and many men that remained loyal even then found themselves defecting overnight, but he stayed firm to his plan.
The trip needed to be conducted with all due haste lest the Empire collapse utterly before their return. Prince Khalid and his closest allies traveled to the mountains that held her domain. Climbing to the heights of their snowcapped peaks they found the path leading deeper within, a descent into the center of the mountain, into what could only be explained as Hell itself.
The descent was perilous and full of monsters or charms to befuddle to senses and remove invaders. One beast of note was a creature that resided within the mire and fed upon the flesh of his guard, sucking them into the deeps and removing their flesh all the while they listened to the screams and slow cracking of their bones. The silence to follow would haunt the survivors.
Despite the losses and deadly struggle Prince Khalid and Co. would succeed in their quest. Impressed by his desperate resolve and never one to pass up an opportunity the Witch granted them stay in her domain and an audience. The prince explained their plight and how they were now doomed without some sort of forces or aid. The Witch read Khalid’s fortune, his very essence, and revealed much to him. Chiefly she revealed that his father carried a ring known as the writ of rule. With it and the Scepter of Kings he could call upon the spirits bound to the kings of his ancient line, including one known as the guardian of the royal treasury. She also unlocked his latent potential.
She touched the prince’s heart and his body was consumed with heat and flames. It hurt, it hurt like he had never hurt before as flames enveloped around him and she pulled something out from within his chest. The pain caused his consciousness to flicker in and out but when it was over she handed him a massive and beautiful spear. A weapon dubbed Raharba it was born of Khalid’s very essence, his very being made a physical weapon and so wielding it was beyond natural to him.
This knowledge and gift came at a great cost beyond just what was lost to get there. He must unite the old lands of his empire and repel the invading forces stealing into their lands in retaliation. His task was to wipe out his enemies utterly and her insurance she declared would be what he treasured most: Calico. The prince was enraged by this but the Witch subdued him with ease and declared he could have her back when he was successful.
Upon their return to the capital Khalid was changed, he had grown far stronger and now colder from his trip. To his dismay Calico was indeed gone without a trace. He wanted to reclaim his father’s ring, his birthright, but first he must unite his empire again. His unification war was a series of short battles, his immense power overwhelming his enemies and the power of his spear turning the very ground beneath to glass should the blade graze it.
To his allies he was a god and to his enemies he was as fighting a sun but all could agree he was truly a king. He welcomed all who would kneel to him but all who led the first defection or refused were beheaded and the heads mounted to his banners, a clear message to his enemies.
By the time he went to the Eastern lines his eyes were long dead to the battlefield. The forces he was met with however were not simple opponents like the defectors but a force worthy of a true conqueror and among them he would meet his greatest rival: Rajak. The man was an archer possessed of immense skill and equal humility. In a more peaceful time perhaps the two could have been friends but he was the one who killed his father and bore the ring as a trophy.
The two forces would meet many times trading victories and defeats. Upon one battlefield Rajak and Khalid would do battle. When Khalid announced himself Rajak eagerly accepted the challenge of his opponent relishing the challenge and even returned his father’s ring out of respect. The battle between the two was an intense spectacle that the men compared to dueling gods. The victor would be Rajak however, and instead of killing Khalid he offered him his hand in friendship.
Were it any other circumstance born would be a unity between two empires that could usher in a golden age across the land, but Khalid had a contract with a witch and refused. He promised a month of peace for his kindness but swore to destroy him before the end. Pulling his forces back Khalid now had a month to prepare for his next battle, one which he would bear his Birthright to.
Over the month Khalid would pay a visit to the tomb of the past kings and pay his respects, but perhaps more importantly he would claim The King’s Scepter. With the ring upon his finger the spirits bound to his line answered his call. The spirits of ancient soldiers bore their arms and even beasts could come at his call.
During this white peace he and Rajak would parlay on their borders to speak with one another, both urging the other to surrender but ironically enjoying the other’s company. At the month’s end the conflicts ignited anew. Both forces had time to recover and plan so the fights were fierce.
During one particularly hard battle Khalid would see just why it was so when he spotted Rajak from across the field. Calling upon a beast of the desert he flew above the battle to meet him. There were no words as the two began battle. Just as before the spectacle of it was enough to halt the fighting elsewhere as all watched. Khalid could concede that Rajak was indeed his superior but he had the forces of the king at his call and it allowed him to close the gap between them. With both men’s power spent the two ended the battle in a draw as they both collapsed from exhaustion, and laughing?
A battlefield turned silent and confused men sharing looks of confusion and concern. Enemies moments ago, the warriors of both sides suddenly questioned the strife. The king and the mysterious warrior spoke at length then. Their rivalry having cured Khalid of his dead eyes. In the end Khalid revealed why he had to attain victory which horrified Rajak. To consort with the Witches was always going to bring destruction. Khalid openly wept for his bargain and what it had cost.
Rajak was not swayed save to action. The two of them would unite their kingdoms and face the witch together in defiance. Khalid agreed to do this and thus broke his contract with the witch, a decision that doomed his empire. The two would descend into the Witch’s domain easily making it to the heart of the mountain. The Witch was not pleased but retained a calm demeanor of nonchalance. Under threat of death she returned the King’s Fiancé to him but she was little more than a rotting corpse. Enraged Khalid called upon all of the spirits of the desert in order to smite the witch but she used this to her advantage, she cursed the spirits and the two warriors. The waters would dry up and the gardens withered, the lands of the Empire turned hostile and wars broke out over what resources remained. Within a short ten years the Empire crumbled without food or supplies and the wars were bloody affairs of absolute destruction.
The two warriors were placed into a slumber to prevent them from lashing out against the witch and both locked away behind magic bindings. Khalid was placed within his family’s tomb that was now wracked in an eternal sandstorm. Through millennia the bindings and spell of slumber waned over Khalid and soon he awoke anew to a foreign land. He found the vast strength he once wielded was diminished. Where he could once swing his spear and remove 1000 men from a battlefield he could only just call upon it now. He had slept for too long and was out of touch with his treasury and the spirits of the land. They no longer come to his call as readily. He suspected if Rajak was put to slumber as he was he would have experienced much of the same.
Combat: Khalid fights by wielding various powers in tandem. His main strength is his spear Raharba which bears heat that can turn sand to glass. His control over the earth is equally as strong allowing him to create barriers of sand. But when it comes to summoning he reveals what may just be his truest strength. He can call upon many long dead warriors sworn to protect the kings of old far beyond even the grave. His greatest call may be that of bringing forth the treasury of the Kings and the one who guards the treasury. It is said he could call upon the god of the desert with proper mastery but even he has not done so.
Skills
Durability: 3
Summoning: 3
Magic Power: 3
Barrier: 1
Appearance:
Personality: Khalid is a complex man. He was forced to become a king at the age of 14 and was hailed as a warlord by 20. He can be described as having two faces. The first is one of joy, he smiles frequently and enjoys all activities even taking chaos with strides. He uses his smile and joyful demeanor to endear his allies as well as terrify his enemies. To show such ease and comfort in the face of the enemy reveals his power and confidence.
The other face he shows is one of cold malice. This is reserved for times that are truly dire and his most hated enemies. In this frame of mind he cannot be reasoned with and even allies that act foolishly will find themselves on the receiving end of his wrath. He will show no mercy, shy from no brutality, and obliterate all that hinders him.
History: Most tragedies begin with one of two things, a war, or a woman, Khalid’s just so happens to have both. In a time passed long from mind and record now only told by ruins there was a sprawling empire within the desert. This empire was known far and wide for its lush gardens and beautiful oasis. Naturally as all beautiful things do, they invite destruction.
The empire had long united the desert under one king but the lands beyond were not interested in submitting. They instead began wars in hopes of claiming pieces of this paradise for themselves. This war saw a young Khalid bidding farewell to his father, the king. It was tearful goodbye but one that had to be expected.
One of the few solaces the young prince had in his life during these times was his fiancé Calico. She was precious to him and her support helped him to adjust into his duties making decisions in place of his father in regards to economy and local concerns. Perhaps it was his own naivety or perhaps it was his blasphemous boasts that she was too beautiful for a mortal to deserve her that brought her ruin, he would never decide but he blamed himself all the same.
It was a day like any other when word reached the capital of his father’s passing. A mighty arrow fired from incomparable distance struck him from across the battlefield smiting him. Prince Khalid was only 14 at the time and soon fell ill after this development. Calico and those advisors that were still loyal to the kingdom continued to console the prince and help ease his new burdens of rule and grief. But it would not be an easy task.
With the emperor dead and his son still so inexperienced civil war broke out throughout many portions of the empire. Between the invaders and insurrections from within the empire was crumbling faster by the day until all became desperate. In a desperate gamble Prince Khalid declared the inconceivable; he would seek out aid from the Witch of the Wasteland, or as better known a Witch of Desecration. It was not met with enthusiasm and many men that remained loyal even then found themselves defecting overnight, but he stayed firm to his plan.
The trip needed to be conducted with all due haste lest the Empire collapse utterly before their return. Prince Khalid and his closest allies traveled to the mountains that held her domain. Climbing to the heights of their snowcapped peaks they found the path leading deeper within, a descent into the center of the mountain, into what could only be explained as Hell itself.
The descent was perilous and full of monsters or charms to befuddle to senses and remove invaders. One beast of note was a creature that resided within the mire and fed upon the flesh of his guard, sucking them into the deeps and removing their flesh all the while they listened to the screams and slow cracking of their bones. The silence to follow would haunt the survivors.
Despite the losses and deadly struggle Prince Khalid and Co. would succeed in their quest. Impressed by his desperate resolve and never one to pass up an opportunity the Witch granted them stay in her domain and an audience. The prince explained their plight and how they were now doomed without some sort of forces or aid. The Witch read Khalid’s fortune, his very essence, and revealed much to him. Chiefly she revealed that his father carried a ring known as the writ of rule. With it and the Scepter of Kings he could call upon the spirits bound to the kings of his ancient line, including one known as the guardian of the royal treasury. She also unlocked his latent potential.
She touched the prince’s heart and his body was consumed with heat and flames. It hurt, it hurt like he had never hurt before as flames enveloped around him and she pulled something out from within his chest. The pain caused his consciousness to flicker in and out but when it was over she handed him a massive and beautiful spear. A weapon dubbed Raharba it was born of Khalid’s very essence, his very being made a physical weapon and so wielding it was beyond natural to him.
This knowledge and gift came at a great cost beyond just what was lost to get there. He must unite the old lands of his empire and repel the invading forces stealing into their lands in retaliation. His task was to wipe out his enemies utterly and her insurance she declared would be what he treasured most: Calico. The prince was enraged by this but the Witch subdued him with ease and declared he could have her back when he was successful.
Upon their return to the capital Khalid was changed, he had grown far stronger and now colder from his trip. To his dismay Calico was indeed gone without a trace. He wanted to reclaim his father’s ring, his birthright, but first he must unite his empire again. His unification war was a series of short battles, his immense power overwhelming his enemies and the power of his spear turning the very ground beneath to glass should the blade graze it.
To his allies he was a god and to his enemies he was as fighting a sun but all could agree he was truly a king. He welcomed all who would kneel to him but all who led the first defection or refused were beheaded and the heads mounted to his banners, a clear message to his enemies.
By the time he went to the Eastern lines his eyes were long dead to the battlefield. The forces he was met with however were not simple opponents like the defectors but a force worthy of a true conqueror and among them he would meet his greatest rival: Rajak. The man was an archer possessed of immense skill and equal humility. In a more peaceful time perhaps the two could have been friends but he was the one who killed his father and bore the ring as a trophy.
The two forces would meet many times trading victories and defeats. Upon one battlefield Rajak and Khalid would do battle. When Khalid announced himself Rajak eagerly accepted the challenge of his opponent relishing the challenge and even returned his father’s ring out of respect. The battle between the two was an intense spectacle that the men compared to dueling gods. The victor would be Rajak however, and instead of killing Khalid he offered him his hand in friendship.
Were it any other circumstance born would be a unity between two empires that could usher in a golden age across the land, but Khalid had a contract with a witch and refused. He promised a month of peace for his kindness but swore to destroy him before the end. Pulling his forces back Khalid now had a month to prepare for his next battle, one which he would bear his Birthright to.
Over the month Khalid would pay a visit to the tomb of the past kings and pay his respects, but perhaps more importantly he would claim The King’s Scepter. With the ring upon his finger the spirits bound to his line answered his call. The spirits of ancient soldiers bore their arms and even beasts could come at his call.
During this white peace he and Rajak would parlay on their borders to speak with one another, both urging the other to surrender but ironically enjoying the other’s company. At the month’s end the conflicts ignited anew. Both forces had time to recover and plan so the fights were fierce.
During one particularly hard battle Khalid would see just why it was so when he spotted Rajak from across the field. Calling upon a beast of the desert he flew above the battle to meet him. There were no words as the two began battle. Just as before the spectacle of it was enough to halt the fighting elsewhere as all watched. Khalid could concede that Rajak was indeed his superior but he had the forces of the king at his call and it allowed him to close the gap between them. With both men’s power spent the two ended the battle in a draw as they both collapsed from exhaustion, and laughing?
A battlefield turned silent and confused men sharing looks of confusion and concern. Enemies moments ago, the warriors of both sides suddenly questioned the strife. The king and the mysterious warrior spoke at length then. Their rivalry having cured Khalid of his dead eyes. In the end Khalid revealed why he had to attain victory which horrified Rajak. To consort with the Witches was always going to bring destruction. Khalid openly wept for his bargain and what it had cost.
Rajak was not swayed save to action. The two of them would unite their kingdoms and face the witch together in defiance. Khalid agreed to do this and thus broke his contract with the witch, a decision that doomed his empire. The two would descend into the Witch’s domain easily making it to the heart of the mountain. The Witch was not pleased but retained a calm demeanor of nonchalance. Under threat of death she returned the King’s Fiancé to him but she was little more than a rotting corpse. Enraged Khalid called upon all of the spirits of the desert in order to smite the witch but she used this to her advantage, she cursed the spirits and the two warriors. The waters would dry up and the gardens withered, the lands of the Empire turned hostile and wars broke out over what resources remained. Within a short ten years the Empire crumbled without food or supplies and the wars were bloody affairs of absolute destruction.
The two warriors were placed into a slumber to prevent them from lashing out against the witch and both locked away behind magic bindings. Khalid was placed within his family’s tomb that was now wracked in an eternal sandstorm. Through millennia the bindings and spell of slumber waned over Khalid and soon he awoke anew to a foreign land. He found the vast strength he once wielded was diminished. Where he could once swing his spear and remove 1000 men from a battlefield he could only just call upon it now. He had slept for too long and was out of touch with his treasury and the spirits of the land. They no longer come to his call as readily. He suspected if Rajak was put to slumber as he was he would have experienced much of the same.
Combat: Khalid fights by wielding various powers in tandem. His main strength is his spear Raharba which bears heat that can turn sand to glass. His control over the earth is equally as strong allowing him to create barriers of sand. But when it comes to summoning he reveals what may just be his truest strength. He can call upon many long dead warriors sworn to protect the kings of old far beyond even the grave. His greatest call may be that of bringing forth the treasury of the Kings and the one who guards the treasury. It is said he could call upon the god of the desert with proper mastery but even he has not done so.
Skills
Durability: 3
Summoning: 3
Magic Power: 3
Barrier: 1
