Aaoskar

Aaoskar Moonbender
Status	Active
Race	Elf
Gender	Male
Guild	Moon Mage
Instance	Prime
Relatives	Moonbender_Family

Appearance

You see Lightwielder Aaoskar Moonbender, an Elf. He has an angular face with bushy white unruly eyebrows, pointed ears, vivid blue pupils set in Grazhir white eyes and a straight, broad bridged nose. His snow-white hair is very long and straight, and is worn loose. He has smooth sand-colored skin and a lithe build.

Dress: He is wearing a pair of jade and tyrium hairsticks, a snow-white brocade silk kimono with a somber black under-robe and some leather-thonged sandals.

Family: Moonbender_Family

Clan: Wind Elf

Guild: Moon Mage

Sect: Fortune's Path but considers himself to be a student of both Lomtaun and Tiv.

Order: Once held a prominent position in the Order of the Iron Circle, but now is no longer a member.

Background: Aaoskar was a commoner who rose to great heights, becoming a general and a leader on the battlefield. With success, Aaoskar became to feel that he mastered the web of fate, but in time learned that he was entangled by the very forces he thought he had mastered. Discovering his disillusionment, Aaoskar abandoned his new won station in life and became a hermit, looking for a way to free himself from the entangling web of fate (however knowing that this may be an impossible hope).

Currently: When Aaoskar is in the public (which is rare), he is often seen shaking his head in disappointment before quickly going back to his solitude in the wilderness.

Aaoskar's lecture on fate.

Every event is woven in the tapestry of fate. And while both the wise and foolish try to prove that they have freedom to direct their lives, the truth is, no one knows whether they are the master or the servant of fate. My advice if I may call it my own. Imagine that all that is other is bound by the web of fate, so that you may have compassion for those that suffer and for those who act foolishly...for they cannot do other than how they do. Yet, imagine that you, yourself, are unbound and able to lift yourself... and others from their misfortune.

Of course, it could just be that I am fated to pretend a dream that fosters compassion in me...for I do not know if I am the master or the servant of fate speaking to you. But whether fated or not, I hope this foolish idea invades your soul so that the world is better because of you.

It had been 420 years, 332 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer when the evil snert Cibym killed the mighty Aaoskar whilst he knitted a midnight black nightsilk tea cozy at Magen Road:

> You call forth the dark will of the divine, attempting to malign Aaoskar's defensive ability. Flickering shadows tear away from your fingertips, shuddering through the air toward Aaoskar! Tendrils of malevolent darkness swarm around Aaoskar, intertwining with one another into a constricting cage. A strong curse settles over him, cemented by your will.

Roundtime: 2 sec. R> > Ordaes just arrived. > Since you're attempting to feed more power into the spell pattern than it is capable of utilizing, you quickly work your way down to its maximal potential. That won't affect your current attunement very much.

You begin chanting a psalm to invoke the Curse of Zachriedek spell. >

You point a crooked finger at Aaoskar and garble an unintelligible curse. A disturbing black radiance creeps over Aaoskar's insulated mask. A disturbing black radiance creeps over Aaoskar's insulated vambraces. A disturbing black radiance creeps over Aaoskar's insulated robe. A disturbing black radiance creeps over Aaoskar's insulated hood. A disturbing black radiance creeps over Aaoskar's insulated gloves. A disturbing black radiance creeps over Aaoskar's targe.

Roundtime: 2 sec. R> R> The flame opals adorning the triquetra symbol of your blighted gold bracelet flare with radiance, a sense of peace and restfulness spreading through you to ease your mental fatigue. R> That will disrupt less than a quarter of your current attunement. You begin chanting a psalm to invoke the Aesrela Everild spell. > You begin to weave mana lines into a target pattern around Aaoskar.

Your formation of a targeting pattern around Aaoskar has completed. > You close your eyes, drawing your closed fist toward your chest. Seconds later you swing your arm outward, pointing at Aaoskar as your eyes fix on him in a vehement stare.

Your spirit flows into waves of translucent energy that enwreathe Aaoskar, swarming around him malignantly.

Roundtime: 1 sec. R> > That will disrupt less than a quarter of your current attunement. You begin chanting a psalm to invoke the Aesrela Everild spell. > You begin to weave mana lines into a target pattern around Aaoskar.

> Several bolts of flashing silver flame flare into view, churning around Aaoskar. With surprising speed, they swirl upward into the sky with a wailing shriek! > > > Streamers of glistening silver light trail in the air as bolts of flame begin to fall from the sky like miniature comets!

A bolt of holy fire strikes Aaoskar's targe and slams into his back, scorching his flesh. Aaoskar is stunned!

> Your formation of a targeting pattern around Aaoskar has completed. > You close your eyes, drawing your closed fist toward your chest. Seconds later you swing your arm outward, pointing at Aaoskar as your eyes fix on him in a vehement stare.

Your spirit flows into waves of translucent energy that enwreathe Aaoskar, swarming around him malignantly.

Roundtime: 1 sec. R> Battlefront Medic Laveaux just arrived.

> > A bolt of holy fire strikes Aaoskar's targe and slams into his left leg, burning and blistering his flesh.

Battlefront Medic Laveaux prances west.

> That will disrupt less than half your current attunement. You begin chanting a psalm to invoke the Aesrela Everild spell. > You begin to weave mana lines into a target pattern around Aaoskar.

> A bolt of holy fire strikes Aaoskar's targe and slams into his left leg, utterly immolating surrounding flesh and bone in a conflagration of roaring silver flame! > You feel fully rested. > > Several bolts of flashing silver flame flare into view, churning around Aaoskar. With surprising speed, they swirl upward into the sky with a wailing shriek! > Aaoskar screams and falls to the ground grasping his mangled left leg!

> > Aaoskar sits up.

> > Streamers of glistening silver light trail in the air as bolts of flame begin to fall from the sky like miniature comets!

A bolt of holy fire strikes Aaoskar's targe and slams into his chest, utterly immolating surrounding flesh and bone in a conflagration of roaring silver flame!

* Aaoskar is slain before your eyes!

The black radiance fades from Aaoskar's insulated mask. The black radiance fades from Aaoskar's insulated vambraces. The black radiance fades from Aaoskar's insulated robe. The black radiance fades from Aaoskar's insulated hood. The black radiance fades from Aaoskar's insulated gloves. The black radiance fades from Aaoskar's targe. The swirling confines of malevolent darkness wane from about Aaoskar.

And the mighty Aaoskar did lieth dead whilst the Empaths of the Crossing labored over his slain body.