Gothic Starlight


Krisonna, wife of Apollyon. Ap’s entire life had turned around since meeting her. The nightmares still haunted his sleep but her presence in the waking world calmed his soul. He appearance was mostly human except for a few slight differences. Her curves were deep though her form was still slender. Her figure was lusted after by women and men alike though she took little note. Her hair was long and golden though her self conscientiousness over her horns kept a hood on her head. He back was smooth except along her spine where the scales followed the curve of her back down to her tail which hung 5 feet from above her bottom. He feet were long and muscular, like that of a dragon, but still smooth. Her fingernails were normal in appearance but diamonds were no match in hardness. Over all she was a very beautiful woman despite being dragon-born. Her voice was quiet with a meekness that told a different story than her physical shape. It told the heart-breaking tale of a love sick little girl. He childhood was full of disappointment and woe. Her parents loved her to no ends, except in public where they hid her from the world. They told her she was beautiful, yet kept her from site. “It’s for your own good, my child. They would not understand your special features.” Her only company were the children of a few close friends of the family. They understood her uniqueness where most others wouldn’t. As she grew and matured as a woman her body shed most of her scales and formed more human than not. She was allowed to go into the open freely and attend school. It was in school where she met her first love. The young man eventually broke her heart after using her for several months. She was devastated. Krisonna had no one else to turn to except for her childhood friend Gysamber. Gys let Kris away from people who would abuse her innocence and inexperience in the world. They lived together in the dorms of the school of magic until their graduation. Gys and Kris said their goodbyes when they were picked up by different magic guilds and taken to their new homes. Kris worked furiously to become an adventurer. She wanted to move into the world, see places, and do things that mattered. She traveled on many successful campaigns against the Dark Lord of the Quon continent. She returned home after befriending a young teifling Assassin. The saw each other on a weekly basis moving to a daily basis after a short time. They shared a love that made many jealous and their lives really could not have been happier. Until. . .

Journal Entry #2502

It is a tough decision in which path to choose between right and wrong. Will you choose what is right for yourself? Will you choose what is right for those that are around you? No, you will not choose. Destiny has a path chosen for you and by trying to do what you feel in your soul is right you will follow that path. I learned this from my dear sweet Krisonna. Oh how I miss her. Wer itov di sia waph.* She would call me in her native tongue. The days we had together were many compared to the days without. It seems that there is no easy path for a man with such sins of the past as I have acquired. I shall lament over Krisonna at a later date. Please my love, ssifisv persvek martivir.**

*(The Love of my Life = Draconic)
  • (Rest in Peace – Draconic)
Journal Entry #2501

The time i have spent with these two i feel like i have known them for ages. It is like the fates have conspired to push the three of us into an intertwining adventure.

The bard is an interesting fellow. He annoys me and amuses me all at once. Like the friends i have back in my youth. He has a sharp tongue, which i like, and his wits are smart as well. He seems reluctant in battle though it is most likely because his actual battle skills are weak. As i ponder this it is probably because he is smart and lets myself and the genasi do all the fighting.

As far as the genasi goes, she is very naive. She seems to expect the world to revolve in a way that she knows but she is learning quickly. She will face life in a one on one confrontation in the end and at this point she will lose. I hope that she learns quickly enough to succeed when the time comes.

This dagger needs a muzzle. A psychic muzzle. He never stops making these weird noises when i’m sneaking up on someone. “ch ch ch ch, ha ha ha ha ” is by far the most annoying. I hope that in time we find a way to shut him up before he gets us killed.

sigh Enough musings for now. I must sleep.


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