Erlking

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Erlking watched Pars die, masked under the planet’s own red hue. Its once bright, yellow fields had been burned into oblivion—Resting now under an ocean of lava. Its vast, towering forests were naught but charred and cracked hills, where war had raged mere days ago.

He felt nothing.

The ‘war’ on Pars had been ongoing since the moment of his birth. He was expected to serve and die for the glory of Clan Unghol. They’d been promised this world long ago, if they could conquer it. For over a century, endless war raged between Unghol and the native Parsians, who utilized the planet's vast deposits of Blood Rubies to mount an effective defense. It had been a bloody, and ultimately vain conflict. The Parsians were losing, and had been for a long time. In a last-ditch effort to save themselves, they used their planet's blood rubies to develop devastating weapons, and after a few years, destroyed it, and themselves, almost entirely.

Only he remained among his kin. For that, was what was demanded of him.

He watched as the last surviving heir to this burning, wretched planet. He was Prince of Pars… or what was left of it. He shook his head as he turned to his ship. What a joke… He smiled, slowly trodding his way up to the entrance. He'd been right, after all.

He still remembered the day, as a boy, when He’d shown himself to him. A being of immeasurable, primordial power. A dying god, from a forgotten age. One without name or legacy. They’d made a pact, that day. From him, Erlking learned of the ancient ways and attained unrivaled power. And through him, the being would continue to live on from somewhere far beyond, slumbering dormantly. Even his shrewd younger self, ignorant as he was, recognized a profitable deal when he saw one. It had been only recently, near to sixty years later, that the being had spoken once more. Surprisingly, he told of the death of Pars in years to come, and to prepare himself for a great journey. He hadnt truly believed this slumbering being, until the planet had been glazed in fields of crimson.

The fighting went on regardless, for his clan refused to abandon their cause. Even as explosions rocked the surface of Pars, strike forces soared through the skies, and the few remaining Parsians who had not already evacuated or died, were wiped out. And still, at the end of it all, the few of Unghol who yet lived wanted to rule this barren world.

Erlking had killed them, and ordered the abandonment of Pars. He would not tie his fate to that of this molten rocK at the edge of the empire.

Over the course of the last few weeks, whatever remained of his Clans Forces had evacuated from the ruined world, dispersing back to Arcose. It was his time to join them. News of the destruction would likely have reached the Trimuvirates ears by now.

Stepping into his ship, Erlking pulled out his only memento of this world… his “prize”. A blood ruby, slightly tainted into a purplish hue. His gaze was pulled into it, and he felt that somewhere within the bleak purple shadows, he could make something out. A glory within himself. Divinity, perhaps. He'd found this stone long ago; It was the only meaningful keepsake he had.

A massive explosion shook the craft and alerted him to the danger still present. The lava was rising nearby, and the crewmen frantically begged him for permission to take off. He took one last look at his old home, and granted it. Could he really say that he felt nothing? ...No, he decided. As much as he'd ultimately enjoyed the slaughter of the Parsians, he'd been wasting away his life when there were greater pursuits. He was glad, glad to be away from Pars.

The ship blasted off, lava crashing against the sides in massive waves as they shot into the atmosphere. They flew for Arcose, seat of the empire and his ancestral home… for there would likely be questions about the fate of this world.

Medium Offensive || Lyra Beam

"A simple, powerful ray of energy, blood-red in color, shot from Erlkings fingertip."

Power: 50% (2tp)

KP Cost: 3KP (2tp)

Variants: N/A

Starter

Light Offensive || Wild Stare

"Erlking sends a wave of pressurised energy hurtling at his foe with a simple stare"

Power: 20% (1tp)

KP Cost: 1KP (2tp)

Variants: N/A

Starter

Light Defensive || Void-step

"Using memories from the Old Ways, Erlking's entire form shimmers, then disappears, avoiding any oncoming attacks"

Power: 60% (1tp)

KP Cost: 2KP

Variants: Evasive (2tp)
Starter

Medium Defensive || Spirit Shield

"Using the Old Ways, Erlking raises both hands and forms a tranluscent barrier before him. It partially siphons power away from any attacks that fail to penetrate it"

Power: 50% (2tp)
KP Cost: 4KP
Variants: Taunt (2tp)

10k PL SLOT

Heavy Sparking Offensive || "Lord of Chaos"

"Erlking summons forth the will of the Lord of Chaos, slowly building up power within himself, before unleashing it primarily as a massive beam attack, but with missle-like offshoots, guided by the Lord himself at any creature he chooses"

Power: 100% (5tp)

KP Cost: 6 KP
MP Cost: 5 MP

Variants: Quake+(3tp)
Preparation(2tp)

Starter

Utility Technique || Flight

"Using Dark Magic, Erlking can soar through the air unimpeded"

Starter

Utility Technique || "The Old Ways" (Basic Dark Magic Materialization)

"Tapping into an ancient power far off, primordial in nature, Erlking can manipulate reality using a twisted version of traditional magic. With this, he can create basic objects and structures, though anything more complicated will take more time"
Starter