Khystrik

A wandering vagrant from another realm who became trapped in Arl's World on the hunt for loot and booty.

Major favour: All cities are nomadic
Minor favour: None of your cities are within 40 map units of each other
Negative favour: None of your cities are nomadic
Favour bonus: 20% more plunder
Dislikes: Trchkithin

Grand objective: Cover as much of the world as possible
Divine intervention: 1 city per follower may be relocated up to 1000 map units


Backstory: The symbols on the dial lit up. Khystrik's eyes widened with anticipation at this latest item he had "borrowed" from Meldrass. Then everything went black, there was a rushing sensation and Khystrik was face down in a puddle of mud. The air felt different, infact everything did. Gravity was not the same, everything looked different colours, even his skin was feeling weird. Khystrik fell down as fast as he could stand up and landed this time on his back, white puffy things moving lazily overhead he covered his face for a moment fearing they were hostile. When the cloud failed to attack him, Khystrik slowly and cautiously removed his arm from before his face.

The next few months were a great learning experience to Khystrik. Nobody spoke the same language yet he was somehow far stronger and more powerful than them. What was perfectly natural to him was called daemonic by these indiginous peoples. Khystrik didn't know it but he had arrived at a location not far from the Cayim Amiy, along the northern edge of the Tishrashi desert. This was centuries before the Cayim Amiy would rise to power, every group of peoples were woefully primative in these times and Khystrik became more and more befuddled.

Khystrik loved to take what was not his, not because he wanted to deprive but because he wanted to have something of everything should he find a way home, he wanted to sample every taste and smell every smell. After centuries of wandering he witnessed the races grow and struggle with one another, the rise and then the fall of empires.

When Trchkithin rose to power she soon heard of this wandering vagrant, his origins unknown yet his power unquestionable. It was a mighty duel but Trchkithin managed to slay Khystrik and filled herself with power, Khystrik was thrown into the void and when he reformed it was as a spirit.