The+backstory+of+Krystaak+Bloodscale

 “House Protector! Are you in there? This is urgent,” a strained voice yelped from outside the barracks chamber.  Krystaak’s eyes snapped open. The rapping on the door was quaking. He recognized the strength and the voice of the man banging on the door. Krystaak let out a deep sigh with smoke billowing from his nostrils.  Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.  “S-s-sir! Are you there?” the voice called again.  He opened the door to see Trayvar Firaxes, a young blue-scaled officer of the City Guard. Trayvar was quiet, yet literally heavy-handed. With fists the size of great maces, Trayvar was enlisted as the youngest recruit of the City Guard.  “Yes, what is it, boy?” Krystaak replied, exhibiting mild irritation.  Just as soon as he asked, two more helmed soldiers with their visors down seized Krystaak by the arms while Trayvar threw a hood over his head. Krystaak attempted to wriggle from their grasp, inhaling as if to prepare to evoke a flame from his mouth. With a deft blow to the side of the head, Krystaak went unconscious. Trayvar and the two other soldiers lugged Krystaak from his quarters down the dimly lit hall, with Krystaak’s feet and tail dragging behind them.

 Krystaak awoke face down on the floor of the council chamber of the King’s Hall with blood seeping from his mouth. He adjusted and picked himself up, only to be stomped back down to the floor. He attempted once more, merely resulting in the same thing.  “Enough! That is enough, sirs. Please leave us,” King Krystaak bellowed, “My son and I have much to discuss.”  The two helmed soldiers left the chamber, letting the heavy door clang behind them. Krystaak brought himself to his feet.  The king approached him, wielding a tall glimmering staff finely crafted out of gold and bronze. The head of the staff resembled that of a head of a Dragonborn, with mouth agape as if ready to breathe fire.  “Have you forgotten who rules here? Vaakengrad is not yours just yet, my son,” the king uttered.  “How is it that you have seamlessly forced my men to betray me? I, their House Protector! This is an overreaction,” said Krystaak, wiping the blood from his mouth.  The king pounded his staff against the floor, causing a booming echo throughout the hall.  “If you were anyone else, my son, you would have been tortured and killed for treason! I am a great king with a great heart for my family. However, you are a foolish, stubborn, and horrible son. And for that, there is but one place for you….for this treason and shame you have brought to House Bloodscale and the entire Dragonborn race.”  Krystaak’s eyes widened. His father was truly mad, as if simply spouting blasphemies. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"> “You will be stripped of your title of House Protector and my men will send you into the Githrynax Pass,” said the king grinning wildly, a gesture of both madness and victory. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"> The Githrynax Pass, Krystaak remembered, was an ancient underground tunnel, only used to evacuate government officials and other high-ranking social members in case of an invasion or volcanic fallout in Vaakengrad. It has been said that no one has actually ever made it out of the pass with their life in over centuries. No one truly knows what lies in the darkness of Githrynax Pass, nor where it ends up, as rumors tell that it ends somewhere in the Numidian Steppes. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Krystaak desperately tried to find words within himself to form some kind of defense. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"> “What kind of father abandons his child in such a fashion? Over petty arguments? How does outward expansion not entice you? In all of my travels and quests for the greatness of Vaakengrad and House Bloodscale, I have seen riches and glory to be reaped. How will you sit here without wanting that? You are no king.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"> And with that, the king swept his staff underneath Krystaak’s legs causing him to crash to the floor and an enormous thud. The king aimed the head of the staff towards Krystaak’s head. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"> “I, King Krystaak Bloodscale the fifth, hereby exile you, Krystaak Bloodscale the sixth, to the Githrynax Pass. May your strengths serve you well in the darkness. Guards!” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Several men erupted into the chamber, seizing Krystaak once again. Krystaak roared in disdain, cursing his father’s name over and over again as he was dragged from his king’s presence.