Kyras

I'll show you why they used to call me the 'Red Reaper'.

#### **Another World**

Kyras hails from another world that has never heard of 'Etera' before. Finding himself bored after a few decades he took it upon himself to find a more interesting place to restart his adventuring career. Wadering around and gathering information is pretty easy when you've got all the time in the world. After another few decades of following leads and finding notes on various heroes vanishing, Kyras finally found some useful notes about how to cross over. He collected the materials he needed as well as finding an adequate site to perform the ritual, the moon shined brightly that night, a night he would never forget. After taking in the sight of the land he'd been wandering for so long he put his plan into motion. An incantation, blood, moonlight, an archway, what a perfect scene for a portal, everything went according to plan. Perhaps too well, as he finished his incantation the portal stabilized, promising a new world if he would forsake the one he'd called home until now.

"Good Riddance!" he yelled before walking through. Inside was a turbulent mess of color and forces trying to pull his body in every direction. If not for his unnatural ability to heal, it might proved fatal. As he approached the end, he ran into what felt like a wall, almost as though the other side wasn't opened. He slammed against it with all the strength he could muster, assailing it with brute strength and destructive magics, but to no avail. Finding it impossible to retrace his path to get back, he tried one last trick, Time Magic in an attempt to manipulate the 'wall' into a time when it was opened. The first attempt, a minute opening seemed to appear, but at great expense to him as a writhing pain shot through his body. Not one to be trapped at this point, he kept at it, creating a chaotic flux as the portal finally opened to his destination.

As fate had always shown Kyras as little favoritism as possible, he found himself falling near the top of a tree under a moonlit sky. Rather disoriented he instinctively attempted to time magics to slow things down to catch himself, but luck was not on his side. His spell backfired and he hit the ground faster and harder than he expected. "Well that was a pleasant welcoming gift." After dusting himself off, he set out to start exploring this new world... and grab a bite to eat while he was at it.

## **Adventuring Career**

### Time for Time Knights!

Calling for aid theTime Knights requested aid in liberating Behemoth from Dingo and the Fox Council. After fighting through a hoard of various constructs, Kyras and company were able to liberate the giant creature from Dingo's grasp after a vicious battle.

Some time later, Kyras found himself en route to the Tower of Time, where Dingo's final plans were being enacted.  This would be the final showdown versus the Kitsune Gunslinger.  What he didn't expect in the tower was a room to view the events of the past.  Here, Kyras unexpected learned more about himself.  However, the task at hand was more important, he would sort what he saw later.  After solving some riddles relating to time - thanks to Kalise/Arcana's efforts, the party made their way into the inner sanctum and had their final showdown with Dingo.  Kyras for his part, using his blood magic to wipe out many of the weakened Time clones of Dingo that kept appearing.  Even after his defeat with Time Knight Armor on, Dingo still fought on, requiring the full power of the time tower to finally put him to rest.  While some of the party argued about the armor and appropriate trophies from Dingo's body, Kyras came to an agreement on how to split Dingo's Dice and Revolvers with the rest of the group.  Kyras left with Dingo's pistols, Blood and Anarchy.

### Side Quests

#### Preparing for the Ghostlands

Having heard about a raid into the Ghostlands, Kyras found himself at an encampment at the heart of the operation. As unsettling as it was, he offered the services of his 'Red Minion', a hulking construct seemingly made of blood, to help aid in moving things around the camp. "He won't bite, but he is my assistant so please refrain from getting out the pitchforks and torches.", the tall drow says with a smile. After getting apprised of the situation he ventured off to put his unique skills to use.

Kyras decided to aid the effort in a more direct manner with some reconnaissance. The plan was to test several factors, how fast the denizens of the ghost lands would come to protect their land, how adept they were at noticing something had crossed into their territory, and were they able to detect lifeless creatures. Using his own stealth along with spells like Gaseous Form and making more constructs of blood, he tested these factors. Carefully noting the response time and how many showed up for each if at all. The plan was not to engage, but to simply gauge their basic capabilities and composition before the raid.

The tests started with his minion rushing in to cross the borders, regardless if guards were present or not. If there were guards, Kyras paid close attention to the threshold before getting a reaction and carefully marked that threshold. If there weren't guards, he'd have it stand still and wait for company, taking note of the response time. Despite his nature, he refrained from direct combat, simply having his pet retreat rather than engage seemed like the best way to not give away too many secrets. Once he was done playing around with his minion, he put his own body to the test, sneaking into the area seeing how long it took to respond. Much to his dismay, all methods ended with similar results and he was forced back. He even went as far as to use blood to try and lure out some different kinds of undead by using his talents to trail it through the air in the Ghostlands territory. At one point he even tried talking to them from across the threshold... but they were not in a talkative mood.

After spending a couple long nights of trial and error gathering information he decided to call it good and started making his way back to camp. He'd seen many types of undead and made sure to write down all the ones he could identify and their number, along with any others that he was unable to identify. He was still making some last minute notes on the territory boundaries on his map as he saw the dull lights of the camp coming up in the distance. He strolled into camp until a pleasant half moon and handed in his detailed report to the leaders of the camp along with 5,000gp to help prepare for the upcoming raid. Things were going to get interesting soon and he wanted to be a part of the main attraction. Free of any true responsibility for some time, Kyras continues to come around often, checking on which adventurers have come to help the effort.

#### Rage of Kanaloa

Due to recent events in and around Babel, Kyras decided to take a leave of absence from the city for a bit to clear his head.  On his second day clearing his head, Lalotai came under attack. Screams the sound of fire nearby interrupting his much desired rest.  Opening the curtain and looking outside, Kyras spots the source of the commotion.  Some fire elementals had begun to enter the nearby area, burning down whatever was in their path.  Still rather grumpy from having his rest interrupted, Kyras headed outside to relieve some frustration.

What the people needed was a Hero, however, what they had was a very displeased bloodmage.  As he hops out the window he opens a wound on himself, allowing blood to spill out and form into a very large construct.  As he moves towards the troublemakers, he repeats this a few times more to create a sizeable group to quell the attackers.
Heading towards the smoke and flames he finally spots the first group of elementals, promptly using his magics to maniuplate their very essence and causes them to stop dead in their tracks while his constructs handle the task of dispatching them.  "Hmph, not so tough are you.  Serves you right for interrupting my vacation. Now... who started this?" He says as he looks up to the mountain to see several massive elementals. "Ugh, why is it never something simple."  He begins to head towards the source.

After tearing through several waves of fire elementals, Kyras found himself in the company of other adventurers that had decided to help against this threat as well.  Over the next days, he would participate in coordinated attacks against the massive fire elementals, using his blood constructs as fodder to help create and hold protective lines while he and others went in to strike.  The Drow, not wanting to be show up, clashes with as many powerful elementals as he can find, using his crimson sword to bleed out the very essence of those creatures.  Pushing farther, the flames grew hotter, but his innate resistances allowed him to push deep without fear of excess harm.

During his final push, he was able to face off against one of the massive agressors.  The flames were more intense than he'd imagined, but nothing a quick spell couldn't fix. With a wave of his hand a bubble formed, changing the heat to cold, using this he would begin his assualt.  He carefully aimed his spells to pass through this bubble, changing their innate fire properties to cold to further harm the great fire elemental.  When it finally drew near the real battle began, his blade of blood versus an ever-burning monster.  With each slash, the creatures wouunds grew greater, but would not fall.  After some time, his blade finally reached it's limit, forcing him to create a new blade.  Narrowly dodging the most fearsome firestorm attacks and using his magics to overcome the heat, Kyras stayed vigilant.  His goal was to bleed this creature of it's vital essence for as long a possible and counting on the aid of other adventurers to finish it off once it's vitality had been weakened.

#### **Beyond The Maelstrom**

Kyras sighs.  He figured "Fine, might as well try this since my childhood was utter garbage."  Recalling memories of battle rather than some comfort that most of his compatriots had.  "Might as well give this 'Innocence thing a try." as he is sent away to a foreign land to 'Trick or Treat.'

Arriving on the country side he finds himself as a child, a little grumpy, and with an empty sack meant for candy.  He was dressed finely head to toe in a fine black suit, white makeup to cover his identity, slicked back hair, fake fangs in his mouth and a black cloak with a scarlet inner lining.  Something about this seemed all to familiar, but without his memories he couldn't put is finger on it.  He started moving along the path ahead of him as it lead to a small cozy cottage with some lanterns lit out front, expecting some visitors.  As he approached he heard some other children say "Trick or Treat" as the owner answered the door.  The first house was owned by what sounded like an old woman.  Though she had a fox head and several tales.  As she handed Kyras a candy she said "On this night, make sure to eat this third among your treasures for the best taste.  Confused, he accepted and thanked her.  Score 1 candy and onto the next.  As he walked along another path, enjoying the now lit small lanterns guiding the way he looked up to see a beautiful full moon.  He smiled as again some memories tingled, but never surfaced.  Trying to make a joke he holds up his bag to the sky "Trick or Treat" and impossibly what seemed like a woman in the moon dropped a piece of light that landed in his bag.  Checking, there was a bright crystal candy there.  Confused once more he continued along the path.

The next 'House' if you could call it that was a large hole in the ground.  The path clearly led to this location so he tries again and this time is greeted by a large spider with two eyes and a large mouth full of tusks.  It carefully drops a piece of candy into his bag and extends a leg to point to the next.  Along this path the stars shined brightly, almost as if he was moving through different worlds.  This time the path led to a pond.  Same ritual new location.  This time a green creature with webbed feet and hands rises from the water with almost a bowl like structure on it's head containing water.  It smiles as it places a piece of candied seaweed in the sack.

This continues on for some time, accruing candy from all sorts of creatures of varying sizes, and locations.  Finally it feels like dawn is about to break and as he follows the path the landscape around him begins to fade as he finds himself aboard the ship again.  Looking into the bag, it seems all the candy is still there.  While the costume was an illusion the creatures were real?  He shrugs and he decides to enjoy some of the candy, being mindful of the old fox that gave him candy and eating it when she suggested.  It was the best he'd ever had.  Maybe this wasn't just a big waste of time.  Maybe...

#### The Dread Gobbler

The sun had finally set and the moon was high in the starry night sky.  The long battle against the foul fowl had continued all day and many of the zealous combatants were slowing down and were in need of rest.  It was finally time for Kyras and his group to take to the battlefield to relieve their allies.  Taking in the moonlight, Kyras lead several drow, dhampirs and whoever else was willing to take up the fight at night.

As soon as the fowl entered view this rag-tag group got to work.  They rushed in, blades drawn and put their techniques to use right away inflicting wound after wound on each turkey causing them to bleed out and wiping away from very smug and intimidating looks right off of their faces.  For his part Kyras was doing what any good leader does, enjoying the scene and taking the occasional fireball for his men... not to say those hurt anyways, but it's the thought that counts.  It wasn't until those treacherous turkeys started using ice magics and started injuring his troop that really spurred him to action.

As the moon hung high, Kyras got to work, utilizing the mayhem already caused he conjured a localized storm.  Slowly but surely a blood rain began.  Causing no hindrance to his allies, but causing wounds to violently open among the turkeys in the area.  The effects were wide spread as their medics were unable to close those wounds... and that look of wanting to inflict terror changed to absolute terror on their faces.  They were in over their heads and the pain was just beginning.  His sword then quickly absorbed as much rain as it could, dripping off the end and with each slash blades of blood flew off, piercing foes near and far in the direction he swung.  As more fell to his technique the more attention he received, would-be champions of the turkeys were brought low in a matter of moments.  Many of their ice mages saw the way he reacted to their spells and they attempted to strike fear in Kyras by unleashing their most potent spells.  As spell after spell was unleashed, he seemed to be buried under the repeated castings of ice and snow.  Everything was still for what felt like minutes, even his troop began to worry and fear what happened.  Until each or those ice mages suddenly stopped moving and started attacking themselves and began bleeding profusely.  Their tactic may have worked on any other day, but with all the nearby bloodshed Kyras was at the pinnacle of his power.  Shattering the ice that kept him down he approaches them and snaps his fingers.  The moon itself seemingly bowing to his command and turning to a deep red color and all of the fowl suffering from his magics felt the true terror of the situation they were in.  Outmatched, their ended here and the ones in whom they wished to inspire fear had instead caused fear in them instead.

As the sun began to rise that morning, his troop had done their job and took a well deserved rest, hoping there might be something left for them if night fell here again.

## Appearance

Kyras is a tall Drow man with pale skin and even paler hair. He wears fairly plain clothes and is not known to wear armor of any sorts. He is always accompanied by a shadowy aura surrounding him to protect his eyes from sunlight and other bright lights. Despite this, some of his other features such as blackened scales on his arms or his intense red eyes can be seen.
His weapon of choice is a Bastard sword which he summons forth by sacrificing his own blood. He tends to fight using swordplay to mix in blood magics that manipulate the body and spirit.

## Personality

Kyras is not the friendliest adventurer Babel has ever seen, but is often cool and collected in times of crisis. He does keep in a lot of his distaste and actively tries to learn more about this world and the people in it. Kyras follows a strict code of conduct to which only he seems to understand. While he doesn't work against the party, he has also only been seen directly helping a fellow adventurer on rare occaisons.

## Allies

Kyras counts very few people as allies, though any adventurer who came from the same world he is from as an ally.

Kanda - a strange girl who approached Kyras asking him to join a band. Thinking that boldness was rather amusing, he agreed.

Asmund - a man with strange metal arms who is very skilled at marksmanship. His ability to support from long distances is often appreciated

Mhorina - a fellow adventurer of his "Old World".  Having met multiple times both before and after coming to this world, he is one of the few people he actually trusts to be helpful.

Starlight Union - Kyras currently serves as the Warden of Starlight Union and considers all residents allies... unless they are breaking the peace.

## Artifacts

Kyras is currently in posession of the pistols used by the Kitsune known as Dingo.  They supposedly have time related properties, but because Kyras never publicly displays them, little is known.

At some point he also acquired a Radiance of Blood and proudly displays it while fighting.