Sirid the Miracle Worker
Sirid created on 08th of February 2018, and is currently 18 years old (24 hours played).

Title: the Miracle Worker
Gender: Male
Level: 24
Class: storm giant healer

Background history:

  1. The Oracle Awakens - posted at 2018-02-09 09:14:44
The Oracle Awakens
Sirid gazed out at the horizon, the morning rays of the sun just beginning to peek above the clouds. He was deep in thought, unable to sleep the night before, considering the visions that had plagued him for the last several months. War, the air thick with the smell of blood and the carnage of corpses, loomed in his nostrils. The dead already numbered in the tens of thousands. Cities had been razed, forests burned to cinder. Creatures, nightmares really, streamed forth from portals that appeared out of thin air. Suddenly, somewhere in the distance, the screech of a great roc snapped Sirid back to reality. "I must consult with the Oracle," he thought. Taking only what precious belongings he could manage, he left his mountainous abode in the sky and took the first steps on the journey that would alter his perception of everything he thought he knew. It was a long and arduous year that he spent searching, but information on the current whereabouts of the Oracle was at best, impossible. It was, because of this dilemma, that Sirid was at last admitted an audience with the cloud giant Oligarch, in his great cloud castle. "I find the pedantic level of detail in these visions to be quite disturbing," the Oligarch intoned. "The Oracle is nearly 500 years old now. Did you know? He is, without a doubt, the eldest of our race. Thus, I present you with this possibility: It is my strong belief that you, Sirid, are next in line to be Oracle." Though Sirid staunchly believed otherwise, he could not deny the wishes of the Oligarch. Transport was arranged the next morning to meet with the Oracle who was, in fact, dying. When he arrived, the withered old giant was lying in bed, tended to by the Oligarch's best physicians. "He can no longer speak, nor see, nor hear. But he can feel if you touch his hand, like this," one of them said. He was fast asleep, but when Sirid approached, he began to stir. Sirid reached out and took the Oracle's hand as instructed. But the Oracle instead reached up to touch Sirid's forehead, and darkness was all that followed. When he awoke, he was back in the Oligarch's castle, attended to by physicians of his own. "He's awaken," one chimed. "Alert the Oligarch at once!" "Oh my, look at his eyes!" "I've never seen anyth..."

Description (commended):

A giant among giants, this lofty being is possessed of celestial grace. He is slender despite the dizzying height, with fair alabaster skin. Fine nimbus wisps billow about and frame his sublimely handsome face and broad shoulders. Yet his eyes are his most otherworldly feature, gleaming iridescent, with a propensity toward violet. The colors shift and swirl with tumultuous abandon, in what may very well be a glimpse into the divine. Like the heavenly clouds above, however, his prevailing expression is rather somber. Not in a melancholic fashion as such, but one that denotes significant gravity. Whatever has delivered this myth from legend, one can only hope that his mission is that of benevolence.