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Message: <blockquote data-quote="cthuluftaghn" data-source="post: 212107" data-attributes="member: 4799">Character 6: Tyris<a href="http://home.cfl.rr.com/rtttoee/char_tyris.htm" target="_blank">Tyris</a> : Female Genasi Sor(4) -  Enough was enough!  Tyris was fed up with her sorry excuse for a life.  She was tired of the boredom, the restrictions, and the general derision that was poured upon her in vast quantity by the members of her father's house.  Most of all, she was sick and tired of the infernal heat!  Of course, heat was to be expected on the elemental plane of fire.  It came with the territory.  However, the human blood flowing through Tyris' veins yearned to feel a cool, sweet breeze blowing across a grassy field.  She just wanted to SEE a grassy field with her own eyes, not an artist's sketch in some book.  Tyris was a genasi, the half-human daughter of a greater djinn.  Her mother had died horribly in childbirth, and to her father she was nothing more than an object of shame.  The revelation that he had spawned a bastard half-breed child nearly cost Aymax his position as chancellor of the Protectorate Counsel of the Inner Planes.  Tyris didn't care about the Protectorate Counsel, or what they thought of her.  She didn't care about her father, his so-called honor, or his stupid rules.  "After tonight," she thought, "It won't matter anymore."  Tyris was leaving.  She didn't know how to get past the sentries, or where she would go (she had never been beyond the walls of Aymax's estate), but Tyris knew that she would never be happy unless she escaped her palace prison.  Quietly and carefully, Tyris tiptoed down the long marble corridor that led from her secluded dormitory wing to the stairs that descended into the lower courtyard.  To reach the stairs, she would have to sneak directly past the open door of the Counsel chamber.  Tyris wasn't too concerned.  She'd been slipping out to the courtyard unseen for years.  In all that time, she'd only been caught once.  The memory of that incident caused Tyris to absentmindedly scratch at the scars left behind from the thorough lashing she had received.  Determined, the young sorceress shook the thought from her mind and focused on stealth.  The door lie just ahead, and Counsel was in session.  Tyris didn't know what this meeting was about, not that it should concern her, but she knew that it was of vital importance to Aymax.  Her father had summoned the other Counsel members just hours ago and demanded their immediate presence, under penalty of banishment to the water plane for failing to appear.  Tyris was counting on the subject matter at hand to keep the djinns distracted while she slipped by.  As she approached, Tyris could hear her father's voice booming across the chamber.  "...CANNOT BE PERMITTED." he raged.  "If he succeeds..."  Tyris had never heard Aymax so upset.  The thought of what would happen if he discovered her while in such a state frightened her.  The tirade continued.  "...utter DISASTER for the mortals, and could jeopardize the stability of the planar structure!"  "Well, that doesn't sound good," Tyris thought to herself.  "Maybe I should find out what's going on."  She crept closer to the door to listen more carefully.   "I shall go Aymax, it is the only way.  Only I know the workings of the mortals well enough to have any hope of stopping this."  Tyris recognized the voice of Aeglos.  He was the only djinn who had ever displayed kindness towards her, probably because of his own ties to the Material Plane.  While growing up, Tyris would sit enthralled as Aeglos regaled her with tales of wondrous adventures in a land known as the Flanaess.  Intrigued by what she was hearing, she leaned closer.  "Very well, Aeglos," her father conceded.  "You have always served us well. I know you shall not fail us now.  You will leave immediately.  The gate shall be opened."  A gate! Tyris couldn't believe her good fortune.  She was about to witness the opening of a portal to another plane.  If only there was some way to reach it, she could be free from this place forever.  She watched intently as her father began the spell that would bend space and time to his will. Her mind was spinning in a thousand directions at once.  Suddenly, with a flash, a spinning vortex of light and wind opened in the room before her. Without hesitation, Aeglos stepped into the portal and was gone.  Tyris gasped out loud as she realized that she was standing in the middle of the open doorway, mouth agape.  "TYRIS!!!  What are YOU DOING?!?!"   In that moment, Tyris could see that Aymax was so furious that she wasn't sure she would survive the beating that she would receive if he got his hands on her.  Not knowing what else to do, she ran... towards the portal! She ducked and dodged past the groping arms of the Counsel members, and then there was nothing but a short stretch of marble floor between Tyris and her freedom.  Her excitement was short-lived.  The gate was beginning to close.  Tyris sprinted.  Just a few feet away from the planar gate, her raging father loomed in front of her.  In a final act of spur-of-the-moment desperation, Tyris hit the floor in a full belly slide across the highly polished stone.  She slid right between the enormous legs of the angry djinn, and into the portal a moment before it closed.  And she fell.  Tyris was in the open air hundreds of feet above the very solid, and fast approaching ground below.  Her first thought was of the beauty of it all. She saw a town on a hilltop nestled amongst trees of the deepest green she had ever seen. There was a stream running through it, right there near the houses!  She had never seen so much water in one place, and couldn't imagine having a stream right outside her back door.  How wonderful!  Her next thought was of the cold.  The air rushed past her as she fell, and it quickly chilled her to the bone.  Tyris had never felt cold before, and while this new sensation was thrilling to her, it was starting to be quite uncomfortable.  Her discomfort brought about the realization of her predicament.   Then came the fear.  She was going to die. As the trees rushed up to meet her, Tyris was terrified.  This was certainly not what she bargained for.  This was not the kind of freedom she had expected. Then, inexplicably, she could hear her father's voice echoing loudly in her skull. "With this act, I am free of you.  My obligation to you is done."  Tyris' terror shifted momentarily to confusion, then quickly back to terror.  As her arms touched the treetops, her father spoke one final word.  "Pveatherfall."  Tyris' consciousness exploded in a cloud of whiteness. NOTES:  Aymax is intentionally a djinn living on the elemental plane of fire, not an efreeti.  He moved into the palatial estate of the former Chancellor of the Protectorate Counsel of the Inner Planes when he started his reign.  Tyris is a fire genasi, not an air genasi as would be implied by her being the daughter of a djinn.  Aymax would rather face the derision of claiming an illegitimate child as his own than the humiliation of publicly admitting the infidelity of his human lover.  This explains the attitude Aymax has towards Tyris.  Although the racial difference between the two is obvious, no one would dare question the greater djinn's claim of paternity.</blockquote>

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