Name: Zyrel the Muse.

*Gender: Male

*Life Stage: Young Adult (Devilite).

*Appearance:
Cobalt Blue skin, Sky Blue belly.
Wears a Black "Blues Brothers" style trilby & shades.
A snipe's feather in the hat's brim.
Has a small triangular, black beard & moustache.
Size of a normal Devilite, not Pit boss.

*Bio, personality, and other notes:

Zyrel was always destined for middle management, and devilish pyramid schemed hierachy, but never felt it was who he really wanted to be. His parents had worked from life to death, as had their parents and so on and so forth. He however didnt have the same mindset. It may have started with his looking different to others from his facial hair, or something else entirely. But this realisation all began when he was 1st sentenced to overtime. All his co-workers were furious at the request, but Zyrel? He just pent up the emotion, and kept working. This went on for a while, until he happened by a Gremlin patrol.

The group were sitting around a fire, laughing and resting, but one burner had something in particular that peaked his interest. An odd piece of equipment which made sound, but the sound it made was melodic and gave a nice rythmn. By the time Zyrel was out of its trance, the patrol had fallen asleep. He had to have it. Creeping the best he could, without his usual trumpet sounds that accompanied most of his movements sounding the alarm, he pilfered the instrument and made off, pleased trumpet noises sounding off into the dark distance.

A few hours everyday, in between excessive working, Zyrel tried to figure out the odd instrument. Slowly but surely, his skills with it grew, even if it were a tad unruly with his small stature. At 1st it started with a few simple chords. Then a melody was put together. Soon enough, he was plucking the odd instrument (which he later was found to be called an "Akoostik Gitar?". He just called it his Gitty). But these melodies were haphazard and had no real emotion. This wwas about to change when he brought Gitty into his work one day. He was assigned overtime yet again, and instead of usually shrugging off the emotion and shoving it down, he let it out. His eyes began to flame, and intead of developing a pitch fork, Gitty developed into an Archaic designed Guitar. No sooner had this transformation begun, than he rested his small arms onto the strings, and began to play the hard blues of his overworked soul. Co-workers and pitbosses all stared in awe at the sight of the little devilite strumming away the jazzy melody. Tapping of feet and clapping could be heard from some. After a few mins, his feelings subsided, and he transformed back into his plush, blue form, Gitty following suit and becoming its original basic shape. Stunned expressions subsided from the Pit-bosses as looks of disamusement were cast upon their faces as loud, monotone trumpets sounded in his direction. Zyrel's expression faded and became sullen, as he knew very well that particular tone.

"Fired".

Walking out, he began to strum the strings, slowly playing another beat. As he walked out with his head heavy, he began to transform again, from the guitar upward, to the rest of his body. The sounds of blues could be heard echoing across the level. And for once, Zyrel couldn't be happier. The happiness faded when he fell down a pothole, onto an access elevator. The impact shook up its systems, sending the confused Devilite skyward, arriving at an odd neck in the woods. Literally. The elevator began to smoke violently, before puffing out of order. The dazed fiend could do nothing but cope with the metaphorical snipes around his head, the stunned status and the urge to rest for a while.

Notes:
Zyrel is a friendly Fiend, who loves to play his "Gitty" for any who would care to hear him. Even then he'd play it regardless from the dejected feeling, maybe resulting in even nicer blues. He plays gitty with nice melodies, usually conveying his feelings through them (Heavy & fast for Anger, Light & Upbeat for happy., but his best and moving pieces only come from when he gets the emotions rolling in sadness. This makes him transform into an Overclocked Fiend, and plays the guitar home. When he finishes, he swiftly plops back to his blue, plump self. He can't talk, like all devilities, but tries to convey his feelings across from melodies & body language. And despite how much he wishes to be taken seriously, he's usually viewed as a musical plushie, which gets the "Aww, its adorable" turn out more often that he'd like.

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Coming with in audible range Rezure looked back at the Knight whom now joined her, yet the Owlite spoke in a language she could not understand. She understood it was the native language of the Owlite but as it stood she could barely speak the common Human language. With a sigh she turned to the knight and looked at him.

[Human Language]: "Do, er...do you under stand?" She asked.

As nerves as she was to see something that was suppose to rather dead, quite alive and kicking, she was more concerned about the fact the other Gremlins where waiting on her. Slipping the mask down she turned and started talking in her native language trying to understand the problem. In fact it was just a simple fact they where calling it quits for the day, turns out they did not have the materials to finish the job. Steel was still considered a luxury item since Tinkinzar's odd need way back when. Despite the rather harsh unledgible language she was yelling/speaking the impiment was clear, she was angry at what ever was going on.

Turning back to the two she smiled and looked at them.

[Human Language]: "Um, Eeelevator. It is broken."

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Wait a sec, the Elevator is broken? How was he going to get back home? He looked around, the elevator was surrounded by the blue candles, so they were safe from the Grimalkins. Luke decided to look at the knight-like stanger. It sort of looked kinda... Owl-like? He extended a hand, "Um, hey... Whats your name?" He'd heard it speak to the Gremlin, but the language wasn't Isoran, nor did it seem to be something the Gremlin understood. Luke longed for his Flourish, and noticed his Swiftstrike on his back. He took it off, and attached it to his arm. He looked at the others. "So, what do we do now?"

Archemiday got up, brushed himself off, and started walking towards the few at where the snarbolax once stood. He put his lute on his back. He noticed on of the knights were unconscious. His cursed Swarm sign was glowing, as if to be seen to drive the others away in fear, yet Archemiday did not notice it. He sighed. What was supposed to be done to calm the beast, had only angered it more. "How are you few doing, do you need any help?". He asked the three, hoping to relieve them of the recent encounter against the snarbolax, and he would help them the best he could.

Logan woke up slowly from his slumber, looking around his location. He propped himself up cautiously, trying not to break any parts of his frame, and stretched as much as a clunky mech could do. Blinking at the lack of considerable change in his surroundings, Logan propped himself back against the wall and powered down again, feeling like he should have a lazy day this one time.

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Zyrel woke up with a sudden trumpet sound, emphasizing the shock of everything that had just happened. Looking around himself, he found Gitty laying next to him, faithful as an inaminate object could ever be. Picking up the instrument and slinging it across his back, the fiend started to walk off into the forested depths of the wildwoods. The chosen path was cast over with trees, and overgrown in a few places. It seemed as if the path, and possibly the ex-elevator had not been used in some time. Still carrying on his pace, Zyrel unhinged Gitty from its sheath and began to tune it up to playable order. Not wishing to walk in silence, albeit for the odd wild ambience around him, the Devilite began to slowly sound a blues rythmn. The sounds didn't echo too loudly from his position, and his mood picked up significantly.

A while down the path, his enthusiasm took ahold of him, and he began to transform into his Overclocked self. As his body changed, as did the style and volume of his blues. The general softness of his music became a Hard, Rocking Blues piece, which echo'd through-out the Wildwoods for miles, amped up by the Fiendish properties in his now archaic instrument. Zyrel just bopped his head in beat, closed eyes behind the shades, rocking down the path, unaware of whatever could be heard.

(He's currently on the same level as everyone engaged with Snarby).

Wait a second. Down? Only? B-but that's not the way Luke needed to go! He thought for a bit, and turned to the Owl-like person. He's heard about Owlites, the creators of the Magic Cloak armor line. He was told that they had been wiped out by the Spookats. Maybe this was a survivor? He spoke slowly, gesturing to make his words more clear. "Are, you, an, Owlite?" He figured it would recognize the word 'Owlite.' The Owlite seemed to be thinking about something, so his mind wandered. He looked up and noticed the Gremlin had hung up the lantern and was waving them towards a secret path. Maybe it would lead to other depths, wait a sec, if the lifts were broken, other knights might be trapped below him! If they could join with more knights, survival would be easier. Last he checked the gate maps, the Gloaming Wildwoods were just a little below his position. Lots of knights ventured there to harvest the fangs of the Snarbolax, which can be used to make specialized gear. "Maybe we should stop by the Wildwoods?" He asked.

The Owlite seemed to be absorbed in thought. The Gremlin was asking him to move, but he was rooted in spot. The Owlite seemed to almost... be figuring something out in his mind. He looked at the Gremlin for answers, and received none. It occurred to him that he hadn't even tried to contact Haven through the communications set in his helmet. He raised his hand and tested Frequency 1. Static. He ran through all the other Frequencies but nothing came up. His com system wasn't working correctly. He gave up and returned his attention to the Owlite. "Hey, what's your name?" Luke tried, "My name is Luke."

"...Sapphire?" Lindsey asked, giving the waking Knight a slow shake. "...can you get up? We still have to go..."

She looks worriedly off into the brush, where Rigger had fled.

"...I didn't even get to thank that guy..."

Slowly, she picks up Sapphire, and coils her right arm around the girl's waist.

"Sapphire, I don't know what happened, but if you're not hurt, I want you to stand up and walk with me right now. Lean on me if you have to...and keep steady..."

She slings Sapphire's left arm around her own neck, and slowly, she stands up, hoping that Sapphire could recover from the recent shock...or at least power through it.

"How are you few doing, do you need any help?" a voice asked from the other side of the clearing. The voice was suave, slightly melodic, and oh so scrumptious to hear. From whence (meaning "where", for those unfamiliar with Victorian English) the voice came a younger man stepped over a few ferns. With his somewhat handsome features, he seemed friendly.

But Lindsey immediately saw what was amiss. It was the eye that was implanted into his left hand, an emblem recognized immediately as the Swarm's. An infamous red flag to all those who were somewhat knowledgable in the Order, the Eye was not a presence to take lightly.

"..Sapphire, stand up and run with me...quick..."

Gale worked on the language in his mind. One of the first things owlites learn to do is derive foreign languages for... some... reason. Gale wasn't entirely sure why, but it was helping now, so he cant complain. The chatter that was currently going on was helping, and using logic and context, he peiced together a VERY basic dictionary, so he can now communicate, but only in simple words. The Owliteoid faced him asked him as soon as he was done, "HeY, Wh@t's you're n@me? MI N@me is Louk." Which made no sense to Gale, so he quickly fixed the words in his head to be "Hey, what's your name? My name is Luke." Okay that makes sense. He responded to the question with a simple "Gale." Then asked a question of his own, "Why are you here?"

Run? From wh- oh. It made sense as he saw his hand. "Wait! I mean you no harm. I know the eye on my hand says otherwise, but I swear upon my life I will not hurt you. Please, trust me."

OOC : Owlites are called Owlites. No need for -oid suffixes. Not unless it was a robot made in the likeness of an Owlite.

Jumping back to his feet, Rigger looked into the dark mist behind him, he could hear it coming, feel it ebbing closer. The beast had manuvered through his maze of traps as if it had been the one to set them, not a single snare had been triped. As a small line of blood ran down Riggers face, a gift from the woman he had crashed into, it his him. it smells the blood. Rigger grabbed his bag containing the chromalisk corpse as far as he could before turning to the woman.

Fire

Rigger must've looked a sight when he began walking over to the woman, as she appeared to be either shaking, or in a defensive stance, maybe both. Rigger grabbed her torch and stampped it out quickly, any trace of thier location could spell death and he wasn't going to die today. Nearby a roar rippled throughout the area. It seemed Snarby had found his chromalisk decoy, and he wasn't happy about it. In one swift motion he grabbed some soil and began vigorusly coating himself in it in an attempt to mask his scent. And then it dawned on him, the girl was still sitting there, watching him.

"Shhh"

Rigger said, putting a finger to his mouth, and fanning at the girl to stay down. The trees were silent, birds departed which could only mean...
Rigger spun around and picked up the woman before jumping into a thorny bush. Though he had spun around while landing to take the brunt of the thorns, it's prick would be impossible to avoid entirely. Rigger held his hand firmly against the womans mouth should she misinterpret his actions. Laying his head back and closing his eyes, Rigger tried to remain as motionless as possible.

...It'll pass
...It'll pass
It has to pass! ....right?

Sapphire shifted uncomfortably until her eyes cracked open. As if a horrid nightmare, the Shadowy beast had vanished, and with it, Sapphire's anxiety and shock. Stumbling around she fully became aware that she was in fact, within the extremely close presence of another individual.

"L-Lindsey?" she whispered, perplexed and disorientated. "I need to go back to Haven, but what are you doing here?"

With Lindsey's assist, Sapphire steadied herself on her feet, only then realizing another individual standing in their proximity. It became quite apparent that Lindsey was uncomfortable near him. Unsure of the situation, Sapphire ducked behind Lindsey, clasping onto her hand. Sapphire wasn't sure what exactly had transpired since her blackout, but she knew she could always trust Lindsey.

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I grabbed my head, as a sharp pain went through it. The swarm did this whenever I saw a knight. The swarm did not want me to be with company, it wanted me alone. It wanted me to be depressed. As I recovered, I noticed the knights had run away. I sank to the ground on my knees, and started to cry. "Why... What have I done to deserve this pain?!". And so I wept there, crying for a short bit.

I got up, and started walking. Depression and emotion were not my ally. I just wanted a friend. I did not wish nor ask for a life of loneliness. Although i did not know he exact dates, back in the graveyard I had a rough calendar, each month consisting of 30 days. It was getting near the date of Valentines day. Some knights complained about not having a significant other to share this day with, but at least they had friends.

I started to walk in the direction I think the knights went. As I walked, I picked up some leaves, wrapped them around my left hand, and tied them so that they covered the eye, my curse. Hopefully I could see those two knights again and show them I had no intention of hurting them, and that I could hold the curse most of the time.

(Editted Slightly)

Luke nodded, they should go with the Gremlin before it gets angry. He gestured for the Gremlin to lead the way, and they started through the passage. Luke still was wondering about his question, as it hadn't been answered yet. As they were walking he decided to answer one of them. "If you mean in this keep, then I didn't mean to intrude here, I just woke up here without a weapon. Not too long after both you and the Gremlin found me, so that's my story."

It's a funny thing, seeing death just a few feet away from you, it's a humbling, horrifying moment. Rigger was still holding the girl in his arms when the beast revealed itself, just a few yards in front of them. Though his quickly made camoflage had worked momentarily, time was woking against the two. Slowly taking his hand from the woman's mouth, he whispered into her ear.

"We need to kill it, ideas?"

(You're up Thin)

Zyrel had stopped his blues rendition, as the mood had fleeted from him. He had since turned back into his usual self, and gitty back into its original shape as well. The bemused fiend stared around at his surroundings, and found everything to be a whole deal creepier than he had first envisioned it. The trees that flowed in the breeze almost magically, now creaked as if they were eerie monsters. The grass that he saw as green, blended in with the muddy ground, and took on an almost grey & purple tinge. Not appreciating his surroundings, the little devilite began to pick up pace, sounding little trumpet sounds as he got a move on.

In the distance, he could see an odd figure, and by it, was another slightly feebler one. Not wishing to take his chances in the dark wilderness alone any longer, he bounded toward the two, still sounding his fleeting trumpet sounds as he did so.

(The two being Blessid & Thin).

"No, we are going to Moorcroft Manor drop off the Owlite. Then we can give you over to the ritual Kat." She joked as best she could. With a gremlin chuckle she walked on, having extingushed the flame of the Lantern in the well lit hall way. "Of course we are going to Emberlight. But we can't use the direct shaft, er, you two would not fit. So we have to take the Serves elevator. since the surface function is broken."

Moving rather quickly Rezure made head way, the passage far beyond what a Knight would pass threw. In here there were no Kat's nothing to attack them. It was build to keep the Gremlin's safe so they could do their work and leave. Having built this into the keep so honestly noone knew much about it.

They made their way through the passage way, towards the service elevator. Gale looked a little surprised that an elevator was in the Keep. They entered, and Luke decided to think a little bit. Quick summary of what the heck just happened to him, he woke up in the Keep, met up with an Emberlight Gremlin, and an Owlite named Gale. Now they were heading down to Emberlight to recover. That wasn't unusual in any way shape or form. Luke wondered about something, and he voiced it, "Hey, what are we doing after we get to Emberlight?"

If a man has lost everything he owns,
Has he truly lost everything,
or is it just a start
of a brand new life?

He kept on walking. Not wanting to walk in silence, he began to tune his sword-lute. What had become of the Snarby chase, he did not know. After walking and tuning, he put the sword-lute on his back, and rummaged through his pack. When he was a proper knight, he had everthing he could wish for, it was a seemingly endless sack. Now, he went through it, finding mostly the wraps of candy and empty ammo shells. After a minut or two of search, he found a heart-shaped lolipop, decent for the occassion of Valentines. He stuck it in his mouth, and threw the wrap on the ground, and walkd some more. Eventually, he came upon tracks of a beast, most likely the snarbolax'es treadings. He ran and followed the trail, knowing ahead would be a knight in danger.

Listening to Rezure try and explain to Gale that the Owlites were gone, Luke racked his brain to remember what he'd learned. There was the Kat Klan, who were rivals of the Owlites. At one point the Kat Klan mounted a siege on the Owlite Academies. There was, um, a Kat... a black one... Margrel! Who opened a specific book, which caused the Kata... Kata... Kataclysm. Which destroyed all of the Owlites, as well as transforming the Kat Klan into the Spookats the Knights fight nowadays. He completed his thoughts and put them into words. Explaining what he's heard about the Kataclysm. After he had finished, he asked a little reluctantly. "I'm sorry, this might be a little tough for you at the moment, but I have a question. How come you weren't wiped out? Did it have something to do with what you've mentioned about waking in your own grave?"