- Messages
- 119
- Race
- Dragon
- Profession
- Mage-Hunting Warbeast
- Location
- Dullahan
- Arcana
- Encaustum (Master)
Fathom (Master)
Kyanosis (Master)
Remnant (Master)
Possession (Master)
Apparation (Expert)
- Character Sheet
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Khepri
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Indefinitely Old
Male
Rakshasa
Details
Upper-Class
Member of the Qabila, and the Oversight Committee within Bastion Academy.
Fluent in Rakkish, Jinnic, Crudish, and Common
Male
Rakshasa
Details
Upper-Class
Member of the Qabila, and the Oversight Committee within Bastion Academy.
Fluent in Rakkish, Jinnic, Crudish, and Common
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HISTORY
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The Age of Wood
"Hwæt! Since the Age of Wood, nay before then, before even that Dragon settled and blew his accursed winds, Khepri has lived for his fun. He laughed, and played, and knew every vile little secret these short-lived little lives in his paws could carry. That vile trickster! He possessed the Gnoll, drove them to war with the Orks and the Trow, then married them to one another with no thought for consequence. Paws on a board, Khepri knew true power in those times, though he can only by now recall the highlights. Impressive slaughter, the smell of battle, and pain for when he had been so foolish as to be bitten upon his leg wanting for the luxury of being groomed. They called him the Black Scorpion in those days; he would bite and claw for fun, and his claws were sharper than any arrow shorn from rock."
The Age of Wind
"In that time when the Ælvenkyne flocked to his desmene, Khepri instigated for these early Jin'Norai great hardship, ill with contempt for their dusty facades! How could such soft-skinned filth exist there? By now Khepri was rather old, in a coterie with other Rakshasa who plied their games with him. He possessed Jin'Norai and Vokhai alike, driving them like dolls with false, play-pretend promises that stoked bloodshed until from among the Ælves a small number of mighty Galsterei emerged to battle back his manipulations. One by one, the strings broke, and so the Ælves were spared from the yoke of oppression.
If only for a few centuries. The Rakshasa he knew gathered in kind, and from shadows plied they helped foster Mirage Kingdoms from naught. Khepri's marked affinity for Possession allowed him to steal Galdr for his kin, though when his closest ally ignited and burst by his attempt to share, he grew sour to the idea of being close to another like him ever again. To this day he remembers little Rock Jumper dissolving into the sand, running what remained of another Rakshasa through his paws with morbid curiosity. At the time he had taken for himself the marks of Exodus, but for once that game seemed more dangerous than it was worth to play."
The Age of Water
"The Mirage Kingdoms were stupendous! Worthy of awe! Though Khepri and his cohort did not know to whom or to what extent could be blamed upon his own kind, he did attribute nearly every innovation to his own race, for how could those silly little Ælves think of such things on their own? Their minds were too primitive, not much better than an Ork's in his own thoughts. Now more than ever he thought of himself like a god, showing himself to those in need and toying with the fates of Jin'Norai in generational epics of love, wrath, and betrayal.
Approached by another band of his race, turmoil stirred in the shadows. Jin'Norai planned to turn on their gods! How dare they?
This could not stand."
The Age of Earth
"Khepri puppeted a half-score of Jin'Norai he had fostered over centuries to be frail of mind and weak for their lusts; within them, he wielded their potent power and visited upon their families woe. Upon targets of the grand plan, he made catastrophe upon them—upon the Kings who would dare to turn upon Rakshasa as he! The ease by which the Kingdom spoiled to ruin drove him to laughter for his days!
When Khepri first tasted the words, he gave a little jig from up in the stone columns of an abandoned palace, coiled about the soul of a slumbering boy who thought to take shelter there when chaos burned in the streets. Ælf upon Ælf, such glory! In the night, everything fell to ruin as sand piled in thick. It smothered the Jin'Norai whom sheltered in their homes, and left the rest with nothing but cries for mercy in their hearts.
Khepri left the ruins and fell to the ways of the desert with his cohort like a snickering fraternity. In the deserts they schemed and skirmished with Sheddites, and took of the ones with weak minds puppets to wield and play in the night. When one of their kind were torn apart by the whims of a Zephyr'i, they laughed and bickered in shock at their brother's demise; some chose to wisely find their fun elsewhere. Khepri, though, was overjoyed to fight these small, broken factions in the dunes like dolls.
Gradually the deserts changed, and so did sentiments. The Sheddites lost their zeal, forced to reckon with colorful faces from an evolving world. Khepri, too, looked upon even weaker, muddier races he had never before seen. It was all so amusing, even more so when he laid eyes upon the impressive Galsterei, Theosophia. Though Khepri had summoned many powerful Rakshasa, he could never have claimed to fight her, merely baring witness from a great distance, transfixed with bemusement and in awe such power could be fostered by a being."
The Age of Fire
"At the dawning of the Age of Fire, Khepri agreed to the Accord of Bast. He aided in the founding of the city, of Bastion, conferring expedieint travel in exchange for favors. Though he is a member of the Committee on Oversight within the Academy, he travels between there and his home in Bast, managing a great many interests and hobbies while enjoying a life of luxury and worship. His games may never never ended, but he enjoys the praise now to offer mercy to those who kowtow to his whims.
Enchanted by tales of Paragon, Khepri aids in a secret program to abduct and train young Jin'Norai to one day permanently possess as a font of power. To that end, he has been successful, creating and nurturing a Paragon Candidate, Khafra. What he did not expect was for the boy's mind to grow so resolute as he matured, nor for his power to grow so fast as to eclipse his own. Now he is weary, yet entertained at his experiment gone awry."
"Hwæt! Since the Age of Wood, nay before then, before even that Dragon settled and blew his accursed winds, Khepri has lived for his fun. He laughed, and played, and knew every vile little secret these short-lived little lives in his paws could carry. That vile trickster! He possessed the Gnoll, drove them to war with the Orks and the Trow, then married them to one another with no thought for consequence. Paws on a board, Khepri knew true power in those times, though he can only by now recall the highlights. Impressive slaughter, the smell of battle, and pain for when he had been so foolish as to be bitten upon his leg wanting for the luxury of being groomed. They called him the Black Scorpion in those days; he would bite and claw for fun, and his claws were sharper than any arrow shorn from rock."
The Age of Wind
"In that time when the Ælvenkyne flocked to his desmene, Khepri instigated for these early Jin'Norai great hardship, ill with contempt for their dusty facades! How could such soft-skinned filth exist there? By now Khepri was rather old, in a coterie with other Rakshasa who plied their games with him. He possessed Jin'Norai and Vokhai alike, driving them like dolls with false, play-pretend promises that stoked bloodshed until from among the Ælves a small number of mighty Galsterei emerged to battle back his manipulations. One by one, the strings broke, and so the Ælves were spared from the yoke of oppression.
If only for a few centuries. The Rakshasa he knew gathered in kind, and from shadows plied they helped foster Mirage Kingdoms from naught. Khepri's marked affinity for Possession allowed him to steal Galdr for his kin, though when his closest ally ignited and burst by his attempt to share, he grew sour to the idea of being close to another like him ever again. To this day he remembers little Rock Jumper dissolving into the sand, running what remained of another Rakshasa through his paws with morbid curiosity. At the time he had taken for himself the marks of Exodus, but for once that game seemed more dangerous than it was worth to play."
The Age of Water
"The Mirage Kingdoms were stupendous! Worthy of awe! Though Khepri and his cohort did not know to whom or to what extent could be blamed upon his own kind, he did attribute nearly every innovation to his own race, for how could those silly little Ælves think of such things on their own? Their minds were too primitive, not much better than an Ork's in his own thoughts. Now more than ever he thought of himself like a god, showing himself to those in need and toying with the fates of Jin'Norai in generational epics of love, wrath, and betrayal.
Approached by another band of his race, turmoil stirred in the shadows. Jin'Norai planned to turn on their gods! How dare they?
This could not stand."
The Age of Earth
"Khepri puppeted a half-score of Jin'Norai he had fostered over centuries to be frail of mind and weak for their lusts; within them, he wielded their potent power and visited upon their families woe. Upon targets of the grand plan, he made catastrophe upon them—upon the Kings who would dare to turn upon Rakshasa as he! The ease by which the Kingdom spoiled to ruin drove him to laughter for his days!
When Khepri first tasted the words, he gave a little jig from up in the stone columns of an abandoned palace, coiled about the soul of a slumbering boy who thought to take shelter there when chaos burned in the streets. Ælf upon Ælf, such glory! In the night, everything fell to ruin as sand piled in thick. It smothered the Jin'Norai whom sheltered in their homes, and left the rest with nothing but cries for mercy in their hearts.
Khepri left the ruins and fell to the ways of the desert with his cohort like a snickering fraternity. In the deserts they schemed and skirmished with Sheddites, and took of the ones with weak minds puppets to wield and play in the night. When one of their kind were torn apart by the whims of a Zephyr'i, they laughed and bickered in shock at their brother's demise; some chose to wisely find their fun elsewhere. Khepri, though, was overjoyed to fight these small, broken factions in the dunes like dolls.
Gradually the deserts changed, and so did sentiments. The Sheddites lost their zeal, forced to reckon with colorful faces from an evolving world. Khepri, too, looked upon even weaker, muddier races he had never before seen. It was all so amusing, even more so when he laid eyes upon the impressive Galsterei, Theosophia. Though Khepri had summoned many powerful Rakshasa, he could never have claimed to fight her, merely baring witness from a great distance, transfixed with bemusement and in awe such power could be fostered by a being."
The Age of Fire
"At the dawning of the Age of Fire, Khepri agreed to the Accord of Bast. He aided in the founding of the city, of Bastion, conferring expedieint travel in exchange for favors. Though he is a member of the Committee on Oversight within the Academy, he travels between there and his home in Bast, managing a great many interests and hobbies while enjoying a life of luxury and worship. His games may never never ended, but he enjoys the praise now to offer mercy to those who kowtow to his whims.
Enchanted by tales of Paragon, Khepri aids in a secret program to abduct and train young Jin'Norai to one day permanently possess as a font of power. To that end, he has been successful, creating and nurturing a Paragon Candidate, Khafra. What he did not expect was for the boy's mind to grow so resolute as he matured, nor for his power to grow so fast as to eclipse his own. Now he is weary, yet entertained at his experiment gone awry."
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