Character Statistics :

Name : Lyris O.C.C. : Knight

Alignment : Aberrant R.C.C. : Human
Sex : Female Age : 21 Height : 5 5 Weight : 136 lbs. Exp. P. : 3255
H.P. : 16 S.D.C. : 40 P.P.E. : 6 Attacks: 5 Exp. L.: 2
Appearance : She is extremely attractive with beauty that is befitting of an elf. She
has straight, dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Her hair is straight and stretches half way
down her back and is well taken care of. She usually wears a decorative comb in her hair
that can also be used as a minor weapon in an emergency. When she is wearing her
armour, she pulls her hair back into more of a pony tail and has it tucked into the helmet
to help make sure it does not get in the way. If not dressed for battle, she is usually
dressed in finer clothing fit of a noble or in her riding clothes.
Her armour and her two main weapons (a finely crafted long sword and dagger)
all form a matching set. They are all magically colored a whitish/grey. The armour fits
her figure nicely and helps show her womanly figure. Across the chest is her family crest
(altered slightly to make her own symbol) marked in silver. She wears her shield across
her back, held on by two leather straps, to help protect her from unseen attacks. This
shield is small enough to be easily concealed by the long navy blue cape she wears. On
her cape is also a copy of her family crest (same as above), also marked in silver. The
blades of the two weapons are beautifully decorated and their handles are wrapped in a
navy blue silk. The wrappings can be easily replaced should something happen to them.

Attributes and Bonuses :

I.Q. : 14 Initiative : +1
M.E. : 12 Strike : +1
M.A. : 06 Parry & Dodge : +6
P.S. : 15 Roll with Punch : +4
P.P. : 16 Pull Punch : +4
P.E. : 11 Save vs. Horror Factor : +1
P.B. : 18
Spd. : 26 Charm / Impress : 40%

Skills :
Hand to Hand: Expert N/A Heraldry 40%/45%
Athletics (general) N/A History 45%
Body Building & Weight Lifting N/A Horsemanship: Knight 45%/35%
Boxing N/A Land Navigation 44%
Running N/A Mathematics: Basic 65%
Language: Eastern 98% Military Etiquette 55%
Language: Elven 60% Play Musical Instrument: Harp 40%
Language: Western 60% Public Speaking 45%
Literacy: Eastern 45% Recognize Weapon Quality 40%
Literacy: Elven 55% Sing 45%
Art 50% Wilderness Survival 35%
Astronomy & Navigation 40% Writing 35%
Dance 50%
Weapon Skills :
Ancient Weapon Proficiencies : Strike : Parry : Thrown:
W.P. Knife/Dagger +1 +1 +1
W.P. Lance Unseat m 20 N/A N/A
W.P. Shield N/A +1 N/A
W.P. Sword +1 +1 N/A
W.P. Paired Weapons (sword and dagger) N/A N/A N/A

Weapons & Armour :

Full Plate Mail (magical) A.R.: 17 S.D.C.: 160
- lightweight and color
Small Wood & Metal Plated Shield 50 S.D.C. (+7 to parry)

Silver Long Sword (dwarven/magical) 2D6 +2 to Strike +2 to Parry

- additional damage and color
- (total bonuses including PP and WP) (3D6) (+4 to Strike) (+9 to Parry)
Silver Dagger (dwarven/magical) 1D6 +4 to Damage +3 to Parry
- blinding flash and color
- (total bonuses including PP and WP) (1D6+4) (+2 to Strike) (+10 to Parry)
Throwing Dagger 1D6
- (total bonuses including PP and WP) (1D6) (+2 to Strike) (+7 to Parry)
Lance 2D6+2 (+2 to Strike)

Mode of Transportation :
She owns a predominantly black, only a hint of white between the eyes that
stretches down its nose, riding horse. When she first began to train him, she viewed him
as nothing more than a riding horse to be used as she saw fit. However, since that time,
she has grown attached to him, a fact that has caught her off guard. After that, she
appropriately named him Rinstad, which is the Elven word for Spirit of the Wind.
He has remained faithful to her since the beginning and will not leave her (unless she
dies). Has a running speed of 33 and is valued at 2,000 gold. 33 S.D.C., 26 H.P.
Horse Barding : A.R. 17, 125 S.D.C. (magically colored to match her armour)

Other Information :
Money : 88 in gold.
Equipment : Two sets of clothing (one is a fine set of clothing fit of a noble and one
set of riding clothes), soft leather boots, a pair of leather gloves, long cape, belt, bedroll,
tent (two people) lined with mosquito netting, belt purse, backpack, two large sacks, two
small sacks, a saddle bag, a water skin, (2) 40 ft./12 m. rope, hand manacles, food rations
(jerked beef, 4 loaves of bread, and a few apples), a bottle of outstanding quality brandy,
a goblet, crow quill pen, a bottle of dark red ink, 12 sheets of parchment, a 100 page
stitched notebook (used as a personal diary), treated torch, pocket mirror, a finely
decorated comb that can be worn in the hair, (2) ounces of good perfume, a Star Sapphire
on a silver necklace (worth 275 gold) that is a family heirloom , and a tinder box.
Family : She is the oldest daughter of Lord Lylander and has a younger sister
named Renia (only half sister) who is 11 years old. Her mother has been dead since as
far back as she can remember. Whenever she would ask her father, or any of the
servants, about her departed mother, they would all refuse to discuss the subject. This is
something that has always made her wonder if there is something more to it then what
was told to her. The Star Sapphire necklace, worn around her neck at all times, is the
only thing she has of her mothers. For this reason, she views the necklace as an almost
sacred item.
Religion : Lyris and her family are followers of the Church of Light and Dark.
Lyris publicly worships Bennu, the Phoenix. Although Bennu has her flaws, Lyris feels
she is the only gods of light that does not pretend, or force himself, to always do good.
For this reason, she feels the most connected to her. However, in her heart, she holds
great respect for Anhur, the Slayer of Enemies. She respects him not only as a warrior,
but also for his code of honor. However, since he is officially a god of dark, she does not
publicly declare this because it would go against the ways of her family and may bring
them dishonor. For this reason, she only worships him in secret.
Disposition : Lyris is, for all tense and purposes, a snob. She is not fond of the other
races, but will tolerate them when necessary. It is possible for her to become friends with
one of them should they prove that they are worthy of her presence. She feels that she is
better than almost everyone else due to her noble blood. She is also quite aware of her
beauty which only adds to her feeling of superiority.
She values the lives of those under her fathers direct rule (a major land owner).
This is not to say she doesnt value the life of others, just that their lives take top
priority. If she is faced with an evil enemy, she will have no problems killing them.
They simply get what they deserve. She feels that she is most complete while in a fight.
Despite this fact, she does not go around looking for fights, simply wont back down
from one and fears no enemy. This is mainly because she feels she can take anyone in a
fight.

History :

A young girl runs through the halls of the giant castle. She seems lost, or perhaps
she is looking for something. She looks down each passageway trying to figure out which
way to go. As she reaches the end of one of the hallways, she pauses. A smile comes
across her face. A bright light shines down the hallway to reveal the silhouette of a
woman.
The womans face and features cannot be made out. Her eyes light up as the
young girl stares intently at the figure. Then, the silhouette begins to move away. The
young girl chases after it, running faster and faster. But she cannot catch up to the
figure. The girl cries out, Mommy. Come back Mommy. Please come back. She trips
and falls to the ground. When she looks up, the figure is gone.
The young girl suddenly wakes up and looks around the room. She is in her
bedroom. It had all been a dream. She begins to cry loudly. A young woman comes into
the room and asks, What is it Lyris? Are you okay?
Lyris continues to cry. My mommy. I want my mommy.
 I am sorry young Lordess, but your mother is not with us anymore. You know
this. Now let me put you back to bed. The woman goes to tuck in Lyris.
Lyris pushes the lady away, Shut up. I want my mommy.
The young woman looks sad. I know little one, I know. The woman hugs her.
But do not worry, your mother still watches over you.
She looks at the woman slightly confused. She sniffles as she tries to fight back
the tears. What...<sniffle>...what do you mean?
The woman holds the necklace that Lyris wears around her neck. See this
necklace. It is called a Star Sapphire. Its a very rare gem, just like your mother was. It
was hers. When she passed on, it was given to you. I believe that through this, your
mother continues to watch over you. So whenever you start to miss her, just look at this
necklace. When you do, you will know that she is still with you.
Lyris looks at the necklace in wonderment. Then she looks back towards the
woman, Thank you, Alassia.
The woman bows, Anytime my Lordess. She begins to walk back towards the
door.
Alassia, can I ask you a question?
Of course, I am your humble servant. If it is within my power to answer it, I will
do so.
How did my mommy die?
The expression on the womans face is a cross between shock and horror. She
pauses for a moment as she does not know what to say. Then, she walks over to Lyris.
She brushes away some of the hair on Lyris face. In a sweet and gentle tone she says,
Do not concern yourself with such matters. Now try to get some sleep. Then, she
quickly hurries out of the room and closes the door.
Lyris doesnt understand. Every time she asks about her mother, no one will
answer her. She looks at her mothers necklace. She speaks softly to herself, Mommy,
why did you leave me? She simply stares at the necklace for a few moments. Then, she
slips back under her covers and goes back to sleep.

*****

Lyris grew up as the daughter of a nobleman. Her father is Lord Lylander of the
Eastern Territories rules over the territory known as Yashkyrr. Their family originated
from the Western Empire. However, after a conflict involving her great grandfather, their
family was sent into the harsh and untamed lands of the Eastern Territories as a sort of
punishment. They have since made it their home.
Growing up as a noble woman of only 8 years, she began to feel superior to the
common person. When he remarried to the Lady Ralia, her attitude only seemed to get
worse. This fact did not sit very well with her father. So he decided to hire a bodyguard
that would not only serve as her protector, but also act as a moral mentor. This man was
a mercenary named Drakmar. He was a friend of her father and had proved himself a
man of good conscious.
On her tenth birthday, their town was attacked by a large band of Coyles. The
troops of the small state were unprepared and had trouble holding off the attackers. It
looked like a grim situation. Luckily, a wandering knight named Malik passed through
their state at this time and helped to drive off the Coyles. He was not only a master
swordsman, but he was also a brilliant tactician and helped to guide the troops to drive
off of the attackers.
Lord Lylander was appreciative of the knights help, not only for protecting his
people, but for saving the lives of his daughter and his pregnant wife. He offered Sir
Malik a position in the states defense force. Sir Malik decided to accept the kings offer
for a brief time. However, he made it quite clear that one day he would move on. Lyris
admired Sir Malik for his skills as a warrior and developed a slight crush on him. For
some reason, he took an interest in her and decided to train her in the ways of the knight.
Sir Malik taught her the joys of battle and how it was important to be the best.
She studied diligently to become the greatest warrior in the land. This apprenticeship did
not sit well with Drakmar as he felt that Sir Malik was not the noblest of knights and
should not be idolized by such a young and impressionable girl. However, despite his
objections, she continued to train.

*****

Lyris practices in the castles courtyard. She swings her sword like a skilled
warrior. Striking, then parrying, and striking again. She has been fighting invisible foes
just to become better. Sweat drips off her brow. It has been four hours since she began
her practice.
Clapping could be heard coming from one of the doorways. Very good Lyris,
speaks a voice.
She responds, So Drakmar, you finally decided to speak. I was beginning to
wonder if you had gone mute.
Drakmar chuckles, as he was known to do. For a mercenary, he was a rather
light hearted individual. I see you havent lost any of that wonderful personality of
yours.
She smiles. So tell me, why were you standing there anyways? Looking for
pointers perhaps?
Just seeing what it is that that knight Malik has been teaching you. I see that
your sword form is quite good. But I fear that you fail to understand the heart of the
blade you wield.
What are you talking about, Drakmar? I do truly hope that you have not lost
your mind. My father would be most saddened.
All things in this world have an energy around them. Strength and skill will not
always be enough. There will come a time when you will need to become one with the
blade you wield.
Dont be so foolish.
Yes, I suppose that you would not yet understand this. Then perhaps you would
be up for some sparring instead. Im sure I will be a much greater challenge than those
imaginary foes of yours.
A smirk comes across her face. I wouldnt be to sure about that, my imagination
can be quite tough. She twirls her sword in several circles while swinging it from side
to side. Come on Drakmar; lets see what youve got.
 He draws the huge two headed battle axe from across his back. You waste
energy in such foolish displays. Energy that would be much better spent in battle.
Lyris charges at him. He raises his battle axe just in the nick of time to parry her
attack. He speaks, Quite good Lyris, I did not expect such skill. But you are too
aggressive. As he says the last word, he summons his strength and pushes her back.
She stumbles back a bit. Then, regaining her balance, she smiles again. She did
not expect him to attack like that. She is impressed. The two lock back into battle again.
It is a display of expert fighting abilities, both fighting their hardest and neither willing to
lose, not even in a simple sparring match.
Finally, the deciding moment that occurs in every battle happens. As Lyris
attacks, Drakmar steps out of the way and hits her in the back of the neck with the handle
of his battle axe. She falls to the ground, face first. She turns onto her back, preparing to
continue to fight. But as she turns, she sees the blade of Drakmars axe pointing down at
her. If he had wanted, he could have already killed her.
She pauses, unsure of what to do. He pulls back his battle axe and holds out his
hand to her. As she takes it, he helps her to her feet. The two look at each other for a
moment, but say nothing. Finally, Drakmar breaks the silence. You have improved
more than I first thought. Perhaps next time we spar, you will use both your sword and
your dagger. I have seen that you are quite fond of that combination. You should not
have held back on my account. You must learn to come at your opponent with everything
youve got.
Next time we battle, Ill be sure to do that. And perhaps you will then honor me
with using those two battle axes that youre so famous for. Im sure you will be able to
move much more freely then with that oversized one.
He looks at the giant sized two headed battle axe he had been wielding. Ah yes,
but this was a gift from an old friend. It would be a shame to never use it. Besides, it
serves it purposes. Both look at each other and smile. You should probably go inside
now and get bathed before dinner. You know your father wishes you to look more the
part of someone in your position.
Yes, he worries too much about these politics of his, she sighs as she thinks
about it. Very well Drakmar, see you soon. She then heads off into the castle.
Drakmar stares at the doorway for a bit. Then, after he is sure she has gone
inside, he turns to a balcony that looks out into the courtyard. So Malik, what do you
think about what you have just seen? In his voice could be heard a hint of distain.
On the balcony stands Sir Malik, the man who is training Lyris in the way of the
knight. He stands there with his arms crossed looking down at Drakmar. His expression
shows no emotion whatsoever. Very interesting. I am impressed with your skills. That
is of course, after taking into consideration, that you are a mere mercenary.
I want you to stay away from Lyris. You will lead her down the wrong path.
I have never gone where I was unwanted before. But I believe that is for the
young lady to decide.
Listen, her father hired me to make sure she doesnt turn out to be someone...,
he pauses for a moment. Then, he looks into Maliks eyes and continues, ...someone just
like you. You may be a skilled warrior, but you lack compassion. There is a darkness
about you that I just cant explain. And, although I dont know your true intentions here,
I want you to leave her alone.
 Do not fear mercenary. I will not harm her. You talk of darkness and hidden
intentions, but I assure you that you are just being overly melodramatic. I am merely
showing her how to become a knight. Once I finish teaching her what she wants to know,
I will leave.
The two stare long and hard at each other. There is definite tension between
them. After what seems like an eternity, both turn and walk away. The issues the two
have still left unsettled.

*****

By the time she was 17, Sir Malik told her that she was as good as he could teach
her and suggested she journey into the world to increase her skills. After that day, he left
and continued his own travels.
Her father was not pleased with this suggestion and forbade her to go. However,
she was a stubborn child and did not take orders very well. She snuck out and headed out
of the state. After traveling for only two days, she ran into two kobolds on the road
which had robbed and killed a merchant. She decided to test her skills in actual combat
and make the two pay for their transgressions. As the three of them stared at each other,
she slowly drew her sword and dagger. The kobolds drew their weapons and they all
prepared for battle.
She charged, as was in her impetuous nature. The three locked in combat. In a
short time, she pierced her dagger through one of their throats. The kobold fell to the
ground dead. The other one looked slightly scared. She was sure that victory was going
to be hers. Little did she know that the kobolds were not alone. While she was distracted
by her fight with the kobold, which could have easily been over with had she not been
toying with him, two trolls and a goblin came out of the woods and attacked her.
The trolls were far more skilled then the two kobolds she had been battling with
earlier. She began to become outclassed by her attackers. Despite their numbers, she
refused to give in. As she fought valiantly, Drakmar came to her aid. It turned out that
he had been following her as he had suspected what she would do. With his aid, the two
were able to kill one of the trolls and the goblin. The other two were driven off.
Drakmar looked at her, but said nothing. He then headed back. She decided that
she should return with him and discuss things with her father. When she returned, her
father looked both angry and worried at the same time. Everyone left to allow the two to
talk without disturbance. For a long time, there was nothing but silence. Once the two
began to talk, it lasted for several hours. In the end, the two came upon agreement.
Her father realized that he could not stop her from leaving; otherwise she would
simply run off again. So he decided to allow her to travel. However, she would only be
allowed to travel for a few years. By the time she reached 25, she would be obligated to
return home and continue her duties as a noble woman. Lord Lylander explained his
daughters absence as training for her to return and help protect the state and its people.
Although it caused some controversy, it was generally accepted.
Drakmar wanted to go with her, since he was her bodyguard, but Lord Lylander
told him not to. If this was to be her training, she needed to do it on her own. Drakmar
reluctantly obeyed. Both knew they could do nothing but hope that she would one day
return. She packed her things and headed out from her home.
 *****

Lyris is in her room packing a few items in preparation for the journey ahead. As
she packs, her younger sister wanders into the room. If not for the fact that the little girl
has red hair and very light blue eyes, she would be the spitting image of Lyris when she
was seven. Lyris is too lost in thought to notice her enter. The young girl tugs on her
clothes. Lyris turns and looks at her. A smile comes across her face.
Lyris kneels down to her and asks, Is there something you need, Renia?
Renia looks up at her, Someone said you were leaving. Is that true?
Yes, I need to go out and finish my training so that both Sir Malik and father will
be proud of me.
Im scared sister. I had a bad dream last night that you left and didnt come
back. Renia starts to cry. Dont go sister. I dont want anything bad to happen to
you. Please tell me you wont go. She hugs Lyris tightly and doesnt let go.
Lyris hugs her back. I will return. Dont worry, I wont leave you alone. Ill
come back to you.
The little girl sniffles. You promise?
I promise. Besides, if I didnt come back, then you would have to change your
name to Lyrenia. We wouldnt want to ruin that cute name of yours, she puts her index
finger on the tip of Renias nose. And we couldnt have that happen, now could we? So
you see, I have to come back.
Renia giggles. I almost forgot about that. Your real name is Ris. Tell me,
where did you get your name from?
Well, Ris is the name of our great grandmother. But I had to add the Ly to the
front of my name for the sake of tradition. It shows that I intend to take over charge of
the state when fatherwell, when father steps down.
Lyris stands up and looks at her bag. Then she looks at Renia, So tell me, do
you think I forgot anything?
Renia looks around the room. She then walks over to the closet and holds the
bottom of one of the dresses. Youre not taking this one?
Lyris smiles, That always was one of my favorites. But I dont know if it will
travel too well. Im sure Bezwheen wouldnt be too happy if he saw what I did to his
dress.
Who is Bezwheen?
He is tailor, friendly little gnome. He is well known for his talents and designs.
She holds the dress in front of here and looks at it. Father had him design and tailor
this one especially for me. She then looks at Renia. Well, why not? She walks over
to the bag and places the dress as nicely as possible within it.
Renia watches this and nods in approval. Lyris closes the bag and picks it up.
She rubs Renia on the hand and then walks out, trying to hold back the tears. Renia
watches as she walks out. She then says softly, Be careful big sister.
Lyris walks down the hallway and heads toward the main gate of the palace. Her
step mother Ralia stands in her way. Lyris looked at her, her sad demeanor fades away
as she looks at a woman she has never liked. She is fully prepared to push her out of the
way. In fact, she is hoping on it.
 Ralia speaks, Be careful. Lyris pauses and is momentarily shocked. That is
not the comment she would have expected from this woman. Ralia then continues, We
may have our differences, but if anything happened to you, your father would be sad.
Lyris nods. The two may not like each other, but her father is the bond that has
kept the two from killing each other. As Ralia steps out of the way, Lyris says one last
comment to her, Dont worry, I dont accept death that easily. She then continues to
her way.
She walks through the gates and outside of the palace. She looks back at her
home, the only home she has ever known. Drakmar is standing at the doors looking at
her. She was unsure of how he approached her so quickly and silently, but he was full of
mysteries like that.
Before you go, speaks Drakmar. I just wanted to give you something. He
holds a beautiful comb in his hand. It was my mothers. It was passed on to me to give
to my daughter. And I am in turn giving it to you.
But Drakmar, dont you think that is something you should hold on to?
I am not likely to be married nor have children at my age. And in my heart, you
are the daughter I never had. I want you to have it.
She takes the comb from it and looks at it. Its beau She stops talking as she
cuts her hand on the tip of it. Ow, that stings.
Be careful. It is rather sharp. It is a comb used by some nobles as a decoration
in their hair because of how beautiful it is. However, it serves a dual purpose. It is
designed to be used as a weapon in case the lady is attacked. Its not much, but can be of
some help.
Thank you, Drakmar.
He nods, both saddened and worried that she is leaving. Go now.
She looks at him; then nods in agreement. She understands that he wants her to
leave so he doesnt see the pain in his eyes. He wants her to remember him as her strong
and noble teacher, perhaps even as a second father figure, but not as a man almost
reduced to tears. Respecting his desires, she leaves. She embarks on her journey alone,
but knowing that those she cares about are still with her in spirit.