Krosis Morekai

Krosis Morekai
Crow-siss Moo-ri-kai
Created by	Simon Clark
Information
Gender	Male
Occupation	Soldier
Affiliation	The Grey Tower
Nationality	Mayener

Krosis Morekai is a Mayener Soldier of the Grey Tower.

Description

Name: Krosis Morekai

Age: 21

Birthplace: Mayene

Height: 6'3

Weight: 90kg

Hair Color: Sandy blond

Eye Colour: Brown

Krosis is taller than average standing at 6'3. He would be considered very good looking had he been raised in a civilised place but the Drowned Lands are far from that. His hair hangs just below his shoulders usually flying free. Strong and very quick of wit Krosis uses his intelligience to survive in a very inhospitable environment, the environment has also made Krosis a very good mimic whether it beasts of the Drowned Lands or the harsh tongue of the Wildmen he was extremely good at it. His face is as a regualar persons until he shows you them, but trust does not freely. Brutal slashes from wildman crude weapons made of stone and the plundered metal of fallen border patrols and The Firsts raids . They had healed but now Krosis will never back down. His eyes are merry and ver friendly but always there is a glint of brutal justice.

Biography

Thunder clapped overhead as the rain plummeted in torrential flow. The Drowning lands were not for the weak in weather like this. It was soon going to turn into a swamp and the man standing in the tree had to escape. He jumped down and fought his way through the howling wind to go find sure shelter. The Wildmen and the man always held a very fragile tolerance of each other and to get out of this storm he had to do what was necessary. The savages had one small colony and they occupied the highest ground in miles. A hilly rise could be the difference between life and death, All he had to do was fight one of their men and win...otherwise be tossed out into the swamp where coastal beasts that flowed inwards as the swamp filled the Drowned lands would devour him.

Heading towards the hill was not an easy task yet somehow he had been successful. The small tribe spat bellows of jeers and mockery towards the man but he stood amidst it waiting for the challenge. Even savages as base as this tribe knew exactly what the man was here for.

They were taking too long, they were arguing and if nothing happened it would turn into a mindless killing fest, centered on him, he had to earn their trust. So he stood tall and shouted "KROSIS!!!" They all stopped and looked at him eyes intent, insane and hungry. A man with what looked like bone through part of his face, skin filthy and hair ragged bellowed "The challenge has been accepted weakling! Me and you". Krosis smiled and the glint of some real pleasure came to life. He had realized this man had been responsible for one the slashes along his back. This was going to be easy. Often when he was sneaking into the main country of Mayene he had taken the time to, well... sample the fine art of the bare knuckle boxing. Unarmed to Krosis was his way of dealing out some own personal justice.

The main body of the Wildmen backed off and started their jeers again, the rain pelted down still but the wind was gone and that made hearing a lot better. The wildman with crude piercings in his face circled him like a rabid dog ready for a chance to bite. He threw out a out a left jab which Krosis moved sideways to his right while knocking his hand away. The wildman stunned at the simple evasion roared in anger, the crowd booed from the sidelines. This was not a fight he was willing to lose; he would be killed for just losing. They were a very strange people. The wildman stepping forward quickly tried for a haymaker, Krosis shifted his weight and nimbly ducked and came up with a uppercut to the stomach. The shouts of deathly promises to be kept flying to them, now it was time to get revenge for the flesh that was parted from his body at the hands of this savage. Stepping forward the Wildman launched a flurry of ragged and labored punches. The last punch of his own may have fractured a rib. Knocking the last punch away to the side Krosis sent quick punch to the same rib, the man stumbled and that was all it took. A solid punch aimed at the spot where the jaw connects to the skull caused the Wildman to collapse in a sodden heap.

"KILL!!!" Krosis heard as he turned to take a club to the head knocking him unconscious. All he heard was "eat...","I guess they were hungriierrr" he thought as he fell into unconsciousness.

He woke up. It was still raining; he must not have been out for that long. The man that had fallen at his fists was bleeding out, his head cracked open by one of their stone axes. He looked up and saw that they were talking furiously. He sighted glints of metal and started to get angry. He was going to die in this cursed place. He had lived his whole life in this place, his little hut probably underwater now had been his only home after his parents had left him to die. "No!! I am not going to die, I have too much to do yet and now I understand that I must leave this place!!!"

The talking quieted, Krosis writhed against his bonds screaming at the Wildmen as they bore down upon when suddenly his blood felt inflamed...but it felt good. The ecstasy and sheer force was nothing short of a lightning bolt striking him straight in the heart. His captors stared down at them looking like they had seen a ghost. One of them pointed beside Krosis. Krosis looked and saw what was a rock floating in midair, what was stranger he could see what it was holding it up. "Am I a channeler...?" he mumbled almost forgetting the Wildmen. Almost. Another surge or power came but this one was bigger and infinitely more...violent. Screaming in pain Krosis struggled against the bonds which burned away at his skin, the Wildmen were screaming in terror as somehow one of their men’s head burst like a melon. They yelled abuse and terrified shrieks as more and more of their body parts tore apart from their bodies. He was Absolute Justice incarnate.

When Krosis awoke he was still lying on the hilltop. The bonds had come off they appeared to be burnt. Sitting up he remembered where he was and looked around but what greeted him was a pile of body parts, blood washed away by the rain. He tried to stand up but fell heavily back on the ground and slipped into unconsciousness again.

He soon awoke but this time it was a much different scene he beheld. A marvelous tower that rivaled the sky, he knew not where he was and sat up. There was a man in a Blue cloak in front of him, tapping him on the shoulder Krosis asked groggily "Good sir, cough where am I?"

The man turned around and smiled and said "You have arrived at the Grey Tower."

Career History

• Soldier