Kyorlin is a strange and silent priestess who only uses telepathy or the Teir'Dal Handspeak to communicate. She has never uttered a word, or even a sound. Many simply pass her off as afflicted and mute. Any inquires to her silence are answered telepathically, "I am silenced by choice, at birth". What she means by this is not clear to most.
While in study under the High Priests of Innoruuk in Neriak, her silence of voice was not reprimanded. She never faltered from a lesson, nor had to be taught anything more then once. Many of the other initiates felt a seething jealousy for her because she would often lock in mental rapport with the instructors and tended to learn things at an accelerated rate. She is a recognized as having great psionic capabilities that include mind control, empathy, clairaudience, clairsentience, and precognition, amongst other things.
She has been sent out early into the lands to extract the pain from her comrades and distribute it upon those who oppose the purity of hatred, pain, and darkness. Often in battle she will step up directly to take the severe blows instead of letting her compatriots be hit. She seems to enjoy it and will leave her own wounds gaping for a time, or poke and pry at them until she eventually heals herself. She looks to the day that she might directly serve the Prince of Hate within his realm. She is a master at torture.
Initially, Kyorlin was set to represent her Lord Innoruuk within the neutral Concilum Et Scientia. Teir'dal Chancellor Emminac Volmaximus saw the young priestess' great potential to fulfill a religious role within his council. They were taught the value of understanding aspects of the cultures of Norrath and used these teachings to further their search for knowledge. She understood her role and performed her duties without question. The Chancellor became a new mentor to her. However, unlike her other mentors, he resisted her instinctive abilities to pry further into his strong mind and this made Kyorlin withdraw. The Concilum was growing quickly and she soon found herself feeling insignificant in the whole. Unused to not being favored, for she had made herself so all her life, she became discontent.
The training and search for knowledge continued with the Concilum as a whole, yet this was not Kyorlins passion. One day while assaulting a corrupt area in the Lake of Rathetear, her strong telepathic abilities picked up on a travelling necromancers thoughts. He was close to their camp and seemed in search of partners to hunt with. With a barely audible whisper in his mind, he received an offer to join Kyorlin and Emminac at their camp.
Kyorlin had gone into communion with the Dark Father to regain her strength and magic to continue their hunt. Emminac also studied, quietly flipping through his spell book as the other necromancer approached where he was instructed their camp was. She felt his presence closer, breaking her concentration with something alluring about the stranger. Her sea green eyes opened slowly. Before where she and Emminac rested, he stood. A strikingly handsome Teir'dal man, his robe a mystic white, a color Kyorlin had only ever seen in visions from others minds of the essence of snow, draping over his strong young body. He introduced himself as Guydevere Badmoon.
(To be continued..)
Race: Teir'dal Dark Elf
