Kirik the Crafty

## Kyrik the Crafty

### Aliases

Kyrik the Krafty, Itfark (Crafty reversed -Kyrik is a phonetic palindrome), Swift, Soft Angel of Death, name is sometimes Lipsivised as Kirik, but most historians are sure this spelling is incorrect.

## Places

### Home

Aloe Plant (formerly)Current: Historians uncertain, but she is Known to have conducted meetings in her pub, The Salt Bar.

## Miscellaneous

### Occupation

Brewster (formerly)Apothecary (formerly)Merchant Lord (from 5894 onwards)

### Gender

Female

Kyrik was an old Merchant Lord of Libra, who originally got the post by overhearing the new password to activate the Speaking Platform, sparking a long line of ants trying to do the same.

## Early Life

Kyrik was born in Cactus Country , a section of Lipsivius containing a large amount of succulents, to a group of Arryssian immigrants who had paid some Breeders to visit and boost the population. She lived together with a large group of children around her age.

## Life in Libra before becoming a Merchant Lord

Kyrik arrived in Libra at around 5870-5885 PL, and began working **two** apprenticeships- one at a brewery (possibly Gargloil’s) and one at an Apothecary stall.

## Death & Legacy

### Legacy

##### Traditional Legend.

[] Indicates elements of the tale which have multiple variations.

Once, long ago, there was a young lass by the name of Kyrik [Kirik].She came from Cactus Country, and she was a Strider, with legs as long as a succulent’s spikes. She was part of a small Arryssian population, she was hatched with her siblings in a hollow Aloe plant [in the tallest cactus in the land; in the padded belly of a pitcher plant grown by a sorcerer [Grand Mage Izik] ; on top of a mesa; in a wind shadow halfway through a journey]
She traveled from her little hometown, and came to Libra, to work as an alchemist. There, she learnt the trade of brewery and potions [and/ or poisons].From her little shop, she watched, and she waited, experimenting with her herbs, until one day, she was caught brewing who knows what, and she was thrown out of the shop.Out of luck, she ventured into here, outer Libra, or as Traders call it... the Librinth. [She had heard stories of it, of walls that moved on their own, and narrow passageways like crypts. Some ants referred to this place... as the catacombs, dormant except for falling dust and scuffles in dark alleyways. Some even said it was haunted by the ghosts of dead nobles, or powered by a Lich’s phylactery. - Note: any, all or none of this may be included in the story.]

But she was out of luck, and money, and hope, so she came here, and what she found was a place not unlike her hometown, all rough and more hustle than bustle. There, she found a job selling unusual potions of her own concoction, and she was recruited by the bartender, Irk [Ilk, Ik, Ire] whose establishment’s name has been lost to the ages [Gargloil ; Bilun’s [Bil; Bilan; Bilap]Balcony Bar ;The Dancing [Drunken] Cactus;]. Irk gave her a job, and in turn, she popularised his business with the invention of Succulent shots [Cactus beer; Cactus wine; Aloe Vera Vodka [or a slight twist on one of the above]]. She earned her keep well, and after a while, she found out about the Speaking Platform that was to be built for the Merchant Lords.