Krizyn's Backstory

This is not new. In no way in hell is it new. In fact, it's a couple months old. And I deleted this character. But here it is anyway.

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Krizyn watched as her father struck her mother. “You devious slut,” he snarled, light streaming around his hands. Krizyn’s mother looked up at the Paladin defiantly. Blood welled in a cut on her cheekbone.

“You’ve touched me for the last time, Alenjon. I’m leaving. With Krizyn.” She spat on the ground, sneering at as she drew up her hood. “And I’ll be damned if a Light-blinded wretch is going to stop me.”

She turned for the door behind which Krizyn was hiding, but was stopped by Kriyn’s father. He had grabbed her forearm. “I knew I should’ve never married a Ranger,” he snarled.

The next few moments seemed to last forever. Krizyn watched her mother say “let go” in slow motion, and reach behind her back with her free arm. There was a flash of silver and time snapped back into place with an agonized cry. A dull thud was heard, and Krizyn found herself staring eye to eye with her mother. Krizyn’s mother’s eyes widened in surprise, then softened into a warming smile. Blood bubbled from her lips as she spoke her last words. “Anu belore delah’na, daughter.” Light faded from her eyes, the grotesque smile frozen on her face.

Things blurred and Krizyn heard a muffled sob, seeing a hand reach out towards her mother as she was dragged backwards. She disappeared into the shadows of the room, and the door swung open, Alenjon sticking his head out and glaring at his daughter. He backhanded her across the cheek, narrowing her eyes. “Stop whining. It’s pathetic.”

Krizyn’s cheek stung where the blow had landed, but she kept silent, jaw clenching as she willed the tears to stop rolling down her cheeks. Her face hardened as she vowed to herself to rid the world of Paladins.



She awoke with a start, bracing herself against the tree she had dozed off against, reaching for a light throwing knife that was strapped to her thigh. Sweat was pouring off her forehead, and she sighed, falling back against the tree. “Light be damned,” she cursed softly, closing her eyes for a brief moment before standing, brushing off the dead leaves and twigs that had collected on her breeches.

It was true, Krizyn Sunblade, destined to become one of the finest Blood Knights of Silvermoon, had become a Rouge. Her father was looking for her, but she wouldn’t be found. Not if she didn’t want to be.

Not until she got retribution.

She groaned, rolling her head and stretching her arms above her head. Eversong was quiet, mid-afternoon sun streaming through the golden trees. A dragonhawk cried out far in the distance as Krizyn reached for her hawkstrider’s reins, making soothing noises as she swung up into the saddle. She pulled her hood up, mask covering her mouth and nose, and whistled to get her mount moving.

“Anu belore delah’na, daughter.”

The words rang loudly in her ears as she raced along the path, dust kicking up in her wake. Her eyes narrowed, and she pulled up short in front of Silvermoon, eyeing the gates warily. The city she had left behind.

She smirk on her face grew larger as she flicked the reins, charging into the city.