Klusarlaik
| Klusarlaik | |
|---|---|
| Status: | Dead |
| Guild: | Necromancer |
| Race: | Rakash |
| Gender: | Female |
| Associates: | Lyras, Tachid |
Klusarlaik is one of Lyras's commanders. Her name means "dead" in Rakash.
She has said that she is "little more than a puppet" of Lyras who cannot control herself. She occasionally experiences moments of lucidity (usually after death), during which she reveals clues about Lyras's plans and how she might be stopped.
On 30 Uthmor 394, after Klusarlaik was killed in battle, she said, "I am abandoned. I suppose that the Devourer has grown tired of my defiance." Her final words were, "I will rest now, if it is possible. Stop Lyras, if you can."
Appearance
You see Recreant Klusarlaik, an Undead Rakash.
Nearly half her snout is crudely slashed off along with most of her throat, exposing a jaw filled with razor-sharp fangs. Two dead white eyes stare out blankly from beneath a mask of disheveled fur, and her long white hair is matted and tangled, filled with sticks and leaves. The cruelties of undeath have rendered her hideous and misshapen, her lithe figure twisted and rotting.
Klusarlaik looks like she was fairly young for a Rakash when she died.
She is wearing a pair of diamond earrings in tarnished silver settings, a tarnished silver necklace depicting a vine of curling ivy leaves, a leather backpack, a tattered nightsilk gown edged in intricate ivy needlework, a blackened steel shield emblazoned with an emblem depicting a silver wolf, a twisted platinum bracelet set sporatically with delicate sky opals, some rusted mail gloves accented at the wrists with silver ringlets, a gilded leather sheath decorated with intricate patterns of swirling smoke, a tarnished silver anklet strung with crystal teardrops in platinum settings and a pair of tattered slippers edged in faded silver ivy needlework.
As seen in Leth Deriel
She is wearing a pair of diamond earrings in tarnished silver settings, a tarnished silver necklace depicting a vine of curling ivy leaves, a leather backpack, a tattered nightsilk gown edged in intricate ivy needlework, a twisted platinum bracelet set sporatically with delicate sky opals, a gilded leather sheath decorated with intricate patterns of swirling smoke, a tarnished silver anklet strung with crystal teardrops in platinum settings and a pair of tattered slippers edged in faded silver ivy needlework.
Abilities
Spells
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- Klusarlaik cups her hand before thrusting her palm up and out as if slapping you from afar!
- Angry hissing accompanies green-hued liquid spraying forth from Klusarlaik's palm to form a viridian glob that quickly leaps towards you.
Depart Messaging
A foul sickness oozes from the ground and snakes around Klusarlaik's corpse, covering it in red and green corruption. The weeping tendrils wrap around her body until it is completely hidden from view, then slowly fade. When it is gone, so is the body.
Klusarlaik's body writhes as if feebly struggling against something unseen, foul wisps of corrupted red and green magic covering her corpse. Despite the movement, the necromantic taint soon swallows the corpse like a hungry beast, then begins thinning. When the tendrils disappate, Klusarlaik is completely gone.
Events
On 2 Ka'len 394, Klusarlaik attacked The Crossing, bringing lesser undead with her. At the same time, Tachid laid siege to Riverhaven.
On 5 Uthmor, Klusarlaik was located in the Warcamp with Arisen Sahfra. Her name was seen as Recreant Klusarlaik.
Klusarlaik's Release
On 30 Uthmor 394, after Klusarlaik was killed in battle, she said, "I am abandoned. I suppose that the Devourer has grown tired of my defiance." Those adventurers who were present prayed for her and succored her during her final moments. Her final words were, "I will rest now, if it is possible. Stop Lyras, if you can."
Some time before this occurred, Moon Mages received a vision (from Klusarlaik's perspective) of her impending release:
- Your vision shifts, and you find yourself staring out at the walls of a city, an army of undead Rakash at your command. A band of adventurers wielding fire and magic burns your flesh and bone while you slaughter them with foul necromancy. Swords, arrows and magic pierce your flesh, striking you down and giving you a short respite. Just as you think you are free, you feel something pulling at you, dragging you back toward unlife against your will, when suddenly it releases you with what can only be called utter contempt. As the world fades away the vision abruptly ceases, leaving you with a mild headache.