Ciriasa

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Ciriasa
Status: Dead
Guild: Unknown
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Location: Unknown

Ciriasa was the primary vessel of Maelshyve during the Raid on Maelshyve's Fortress in the year 426 AV. As the primary vessel, her metamorphosis was the most advanced and soon to be the next full manifestation of Maleshyve on the Plane of Abiding.

Ciriasa's metamorphosis was reverted during the Raid due to a strange concoction supplied by the Anduwen Watch. She was then slain while in her natural Human form. Despite pleas to Urrem'tier to raise her favorless corpse, the Immortal offered no response and her corpse was mysteriously abducted and remains missing.

Appearance

You see Iconoclast Ciriasa, a Maelshyvean Vessel.
Though vaguely resembling a female, the last vestige of humanity in this monstrous entity appears all but cast aside. Midnight-blue scales as thick as the heaviest of armor cover her body from head to toe, and wickedly sharp claws, each roughly the size of a dagger's blade, extend out from her scaly fingertips. Piercing green eyes balefully glare outward, searching for any perceived threats.
It is impossible to guess her age as she appears right now.

An iconoclast's robe of deep blue velvet drapes awkwardly over her, its fabric tattered and shredded to near-uselessness.

Human Form

You see Ciriasa, a Human.
Ciriasa has silver-flecked crystal blue eyes and a small nose. Her lavender hair is shoulder length and fine. She has pale skin and an emaciated figure.
She is average height for a Human.
She appears to be an adult.

She is wearing a tattered and shredded Maelshyvean iconoclast's robe.

Special Attacks

Ciriasa had a number of incredible special attacks in her Maelshyvean form.

Diving Crash

Ciriasa swoops down from above, wicked claws outstretched, screaming all the while! She lands squarely on Maxwelinski with such catastrophic speed and force as to flatten him to the ground! Crouching over the prone Rakash, Ciriasa carves him to ribbons amidst a profuse splattering of gore.

Throwing Ichor-Covered Barbs

With a hard snap of Ciriasa's wings, several ichor-soaked barbs come free off of them.
Moving strongly, Ciriasa hurls a midnight-blue barb at Samsaren. Samsaren barely fails to block with phalanx shield. The barb lands a light hit to his right arm!
The midnight-blue barb lodges itself shallowly into Samsaren!
Moving strongly, Ciriasa hurls a midnight-blue barb at Samsaren. Samsaren attempts to evade. The barb lands a good strike to his right arm!
The midnight-blue barb lodges itself shallowly into Samsaren!
Ciriasa hurls a midnight-blue barb at Samsaren. Samsaren barely blocks with a colossal animite-inlaid phalanx shield. The barb lands a light hit to his right arm!
The midnight-blue barb lodges itself shallowly into Samsaren!
Ciriasa hurls a midnight-blue barb at Samsaren. Samsaren dodges, leaning to one side with no room to spare. The barb lands a light hit to his right arm!
The midnight-blue barb lodges itself shallowly into Samsaren!
Ciriasa hurls a midnight-blue barb at Samsaren. Samsaren barely blocks with a colossal animite-inlaid phalanx shield. The barb lands a light hit to his right arm!
The midnight-blue barb lodges itself shallowly into Samsaren!

Headcrusher

Ciriasa claws the air symbolically and bellows, "Maelshyve, hear my plea!"

An unearthly roar shakes the entire environment. You are toppled with tremendous force, then inexplicably, you feel yourself in the clutches of unseen yet clammy talons, which press and squeeze until you hear your skull crack!
Khaelyn is suddenly knocked down, holding her head and screaming piteously as blood gushes forth.
Maxwelinski is suddenly knocked down, holding his head and screaming piteously as blood gushes forth.
Toreakas is suddenly knocked down, holding his head and screaming piteously as blood gushes forth.
Maltris is suddenly knocked down, holding his head and screaming piteously as blood gushes forth.
Aislynn is suddenly knocked down, holding her head and screaming piteously as blood gushes forth.
Sturm is suddenly knocked down, holding his head and screaming piteously as blood gushes forth.

Corruption

Dusky blue fumes emanate from Ciriasa, penetrating more than your clothing. You feel besmirched, violated, and profoundly afraid.

This attack issued necromantic corruption to the afflicted and tanked devotion.

Defeat

Seldaren flings a sealed-shut vial of glowing liquid at Ciriasa. With a violent sounding crackle, the vial explodes into small glass shards while the reddish liquid within sprays forth. The liquid sprays against Ciriasa, who reels back in sudden shock. Black energy erupts from the droplets, arcing in chaotic, lightning-like patterns against her body before sinking into her. Ciriasa collapses to her knees briefly as reality itself warps violently in the area.
A wave of distortion ripples through your body, tearing at it from the inside out! Your mind has time to register agonizing pain before it is abruptly stilled.
Your death cry echoes in your brain as it quickly dawns on you that you have just died!

Ciriasa emits several ear-piercing screams of anguish as the potion's liquid near completely immerses her scaly form. Her body shudders violently for a moment as the glow in her eyes briefly dims. For a moment her voice seems somehow different, and far less monstrous than it was but a moment ago. She shouts in a desperate plea, "HELP...ME..WARRIORS...PLEASE...WHILE HER GRASP IS WEAKENED!"

After landing, Ciriasa hatefully glares around the faces gathered nearby, her eyes once again fiercly glowing with a sickly green haze. She clutches her brow momentarily and shakes her head, as if in some internal struggle. Her breathing is labored, and she appears severely weakened. She proclaims with some uncertainty, "What's this? Master, do not abandon me, I will destroy these fools here and now!"

An unnatural hissing can be heard coming from Ciriasa as she falls over in a heap, convulsing. The scent of filth fills the air as the scales and wings covering her once intimidating form begin to slowly melt off of her form in a sickly blue ichor. After several moments, the substance has all but washed away into a pool of liquid that begins to dissolve into the ground, replaced with the form of a young and emaciated Human female covered in naught but a tattered robe.