| Name: Krun Bitaran Age: N/A Species: Vassal First Appearance: The History of Ilmgral: Book One. The Sundering of the Two Moons | Power: Krun, son of Krim, is the Vassal of the forests and the creatures that live in them. Krun could move forests and called all manner of birds and beasts to him. From his power came the Krun-ilma, who live in the great forests of the world. Appearance: Like the Krun-ilma, Krun’s skin carries earthy hints. He has no red scales but root like veins protrude from the skin around the arms and under the eyes. Evergreen leaves grew in his brown hair also. |
| Backstory: Krun was born in the kingdom of Scaraden but was ferreted away after the death of his mother. As he came into his lordship, he took his people into the great wood and formed their, the Krun-Ilma. Until his fathers spirit would call him to war. | Story Excerpt: This great army crossed the sea and like his father, he was nearly unchallenged in the land of Scaraden, and the small host sent against them was swiftly swept aside. Soon the host came to the fortress of Agralita and many of the soldiers became sickened as they drank from the corrupted streams or ate the food of that land. All had fallen under Agral’s sickness and only the power of Mina kept those affected in the lands of the living. Long the siege lasted and during it, Krun brought great trees that sucked the poison from the streams and lands, and the corpses of those trees decayed swiftly and gave fresh soil for the growing of many flowers that Mina cultivated. Soon Agral’s power began to waver and the fear of him lessened and the doors of Agralita were opened. Krun came then to the chamber of a dark tower where his uncle lay in rest and from a scabbard, he drew a knife. Sharply the eyes of Agral opened and he thrust with his power, but it was weak and Krun was young, come now into full manhood and his power surrounded Agral. “Yield.” Krun ordered, “And I may find mercy in my heart for the killing of my mother and father.” Agral laughed, and the sound was sickeningly seductive, “Mercy.” He spat, “You are like your father, weak, destined to stay in the line painted for you by the Gods. The Ilma are to be a higher power, custodians of the universe, under no dominion of the Gods.” Like a cornered animal Agral struck but the blade he had concealed, caught meekly in Krun’s armour of thick bark, “You have no power now that can overcome that of Gadrika’s.” Krun said in a deep and commanding voice, “Now Kneel.” Then Agral knelt and in his bow, he revealed that he was garbed in thick chain mail, even while he slept and at his waist was a sword hilt, but the blade had been broken from it. Krun then drew his own blade and anger overcame his sense, but his hand was stayed by a deep voice. |
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