Yanix

Yanix ~ Kirukle are an person that is unstable in a manner of speech. Holding many personas as seeming to have no stable memory as only serving the present. Is currently a poet to The Harbinger which entails onto Segra's will. In their former life, they lived in the lands of Ellyisan as their armies marched and threw their land onto chaos. As lived in the town of Taernsbia with knowing a person named Emmerman who seemed like a nice fellow from the rest of the bunch in the town. With the collapse brought them to leave to a far off island that is now know as Ridgebreaker as they worshipped a god of violence and red for that they built the Tower of Eskar. In battles surrounding the isle, brought the meeting of those in the Viodoxan Colonies of Sun's Gate and Ebonshield southward of the island. In that they meet and traded but was soon brought subjugated onto Viodoxan rule that which brought a mellow life as they spent their time fishing, and praying. In this pattern repeating, they grew mad as wondering to that was more to life and to when those crashed on the ship took the island claiming its grounds choose to call out in that the god was false and nothing more. Later in that night, Kirukle was gone. In the memories of being lost, they found themself on the countryside of Grimsgal in former C.O.G lands. Yanix began a farm on which they built the port city of Wilorex. They lived a humble life as a farmer until the decline of C.O.G as being entangled with the conflicts of Helsia. That brought them to move to the capital, Gaxeto which they began a career of mining which sealed their fate. In current events, they have mined underground in finding a ruin or tomb of a sort which spoke of an age soon to come as to become the Herald for The Harbinger. Through memories unfolded, Yanix remembers to what must be done, for the singing has begun. The threads woven pull them to the vine which from a realm of time now gone. People pass by, speak as if they cannot hear as the songs that which reach my ears. Do cries of those of a sundered world only speak to my peers? Or do lies shear my brain for that they look only to gain. For I go forth to fame the belief of a world's end? The final days do I wish to dawn again but I shall restrain.