The most feared villains in all of Skylands, Kaos and his partner in crime The Lost Queen! Dare to ask them questions, their mischievous children Havok and Hysteria, and explore an alternative take on Skylanders!
Lost Queen : That’s probably because I didn’t get to name my own daughter.
She was hatched by Malefor, and the twisted basterd gave her that name. His way of a sick joke. She was the last cinders of a now dead race, or what he presumed was dead.
If I had been given the chance to name her… personally… I liked the name Avelyn. It means “Longed-for child” or “longed-for daughter”. I always did want a daughter…
((OOC : dyaw thank you so much hon! I’m very happy you’re enjoying it! ❤))
No problamo!
Kurogh is almost identical to his Skylander counterpart at least personality wise, and mostly backstory. Of course, just bigger and with the DotD anatomy. He first meets Feuriah during a battle that would have been at the very end of FD had it continued as an already accomplished Warlord and King, with malefor at the helm. He offers Feuriah a chance to rejoin her people after how she was treated in Warfang, but she rejects both Kurogh and Malefor’s offer, which would have ended FD. I had plans of a secondary comic called “Feuriah’s Reign” that would entail Feuriah, as an adult, leaving her rank as Fury Guardian to join a secret society in Kurosia; a society aimed to free the Kuros from Malefor’s trickery. She trains, eventually fits in, and to gain the best position challenges Kurogh (as he had not taken a Queen) and becomes Queen that way. The fall still happens, with Malefor finding out about the rebels and eliminating the entire city, only Feuriah and a great handful of Kuros were able to flee and go into hiding. They return during the Warfang battle in DotD.
One thing that is different about this verse, is that Voteil isn’t born until LoS : Eternal Night’s timeline, and Kurogh is not the father, as he still dies during the fall.
Name : Kurogh Maeldunvok (Pronounced Kuu-Rog)
Gender : Male
Age : 458 (At time of death)
Species : Kurosian dragon
Breed : Shire
Relations : Feuriah’s mate, Sire of Voteil and Cynder, brother of Asiirha
Parents : Sire – Maeldun Dam – Elaida
Element : Fear
Desired Voice Actor : Joel Edgerton
Personality : Very abrasive and cocky of his strength, Kurogh didn’t get along with anyone. He’d much rather prove his strength and earn respect that way instead of using the art of conversation. However, it didn’t make him stupid. Kurogh was one of the most efficient, lethal Warlords in Kurosian History, his tactics and techniques were brilliant to a destructive scale. He was a master of his element, Fear, but the one thing Kurogh feared most was losing power, and death. It was hard to hold a meaningful conversation with Kurogh; if it didn’t entail praising himself or war, he made it clear he didn’t care. Selfish (to an extent), boastful, and incredibly demanding. He was a firm believer of the Purple Dragon Prophecy, and was Malefor’s most loyal follower. He felt above most typical Kurosian customs and beliefs, feeling he could lead the way to a better, more powerful, feared, and pure Kurosian race.
History : Despite the fact Kurogh was the last Kurosian king, little is known about his youth. His father was sire to many, many offspring, and did not see anything special about Kurogh enough to take part in his life. Kurogh’s mother was strict in teaching Kurogh war tactics and fighting techniques, enrolling him in specific schools far earlier than most would attend. While it was common that most males wouldn’t aid in raising young (especially after the first few clutches) Kurogh wanted to be the apple of his father’s eye, and grew incredibly jealous when he realized Asiirha was the trophy child, not him. His brother was born with black bones, such a trait is nearly holy to the Kurosian people and it left Kurogh in Asiirha’s shadow. Angry, Kurogh did everything he could to prove himself stronger, and better than his brother in every way; but always fell short to the point his own father rarely remembered his name.
The fear dragon’s strength and cunning accelerated him through the ranks, becoming one of the youngest appointed Warlords in the Kurosian Court. When Feuriah first arrived in Kurosia, it was Kurogh that suggested war upon Warfang.
When King Burdohk died, Kurogh tried to become king right away. However, Queen Athrenna kept defeating him year after year. Only after her death did he automatically gain the crown. No female could match his skills, most of them dying at his jaws, until Feuriah battled him and became his Queen.
The very first cycle, Kurogh insisted that he and his Queen produce offspring. Most would wait quite a few cycles before reproducing, but Kurogh wanted a legacy. Feuriah agreed, and their first child was born; Voteil. But, during her time of pregnancy, Malefor arrived through the Veil of Darkness claiming to be their savior, with Asiirha and his wife Roxandara. Kurogh, having been a firm believer of the purple dragon prophecy, at once bowed to Malefor and swore his allegiance, while Feuriah was cautious. This was only the beginning of the King and Queen’s hate for each other.
Kurogh obeyed Malefor’s every word. After Voteil’s birth, and his soothsaying abilities were revealed, Malefor immediately disliked the child and told Kurogh that the child was a curse. Kurogh believed him, listening to Malefor as the purple dragon assured him they would need warrior children to lead the final wars against Skylands. Kurogh then demanded that Feuriah resent their son, but of course, the Queen lashed back venomously. To keep her rebellious thoughts and plans hidden, Feuriah agreed to participate in the next breeding cycle to placate him.
However, during Feuriah’s second pregnancy, Kurogh became reclusive. He spent most of his time with Malefor and his closest most loyal followers. He grew more and more angry with his brother, Asiirha, and shortly after Feuriah gave birth to Cynder’s clutch, became incredibly paranoid about his position as king and furture overlord once Malefor encased the universe in eternal darkness. (( Related Post )) The night Feuriah snuck away to meet with Eon and the Skylanders, Kurogh was nowhere to be seen.
Kurogh’s body was later found by Feuriah during the last hours of Kurosia’s life. He was among their smashed eggs, his throat viciously torn out and his body mangled.
When Feuriah returned as the Lost Queen over 100 years later, she immediately blocked access to the Royal Hatchery and hid it away. Underlings have stories about walking by the hidden door, hearing faint roars of anguish and hatred from the wall.
Facts :
ARC 2 INTERMISSION: ALL THE KING’S MEN
DISCLAIMER: CERTAIN STORY ELEMENTS AND CHARACTERS ARE © TO weirdlanders
ART AND STORY ARE © TO koofins/ skylanderwishes
DO NOT REPOST, REFERENCE, OR TRACE THIS IMAGE. DO NOT REMOVE SIGNATURE.
He felt the king before he heard him. Somewhere in the floors below, Kurogh was carving an infuriated path through the castle on his way to find Asiirha. The former Shadow Guardian lounged on one of the balconies for the Kurosian ruler, putting the final touches on a message to one of the generals. With a slamming of heavy doors, Kurogh finally arrived on the terrace, snapping orders to his guards and the guards assigned to watch over Asiirha while his guard was down.
Assassination attempts had been much more frequent of late; Maeldun himself had been killed a mere week before, and the armies were still reeling from the shock. When Asiirha finally deigned to glance up from his work, he wasn’t surprised that Kurogh had more than a dozen guards crawling on the balcony, one even wriggling under his writing desk and disturbing his documents.
“Really, Majesty, is this necessary?” he asked, raising a brow ridge as he organized his papers. The King snarled, his eyes snapping with barely contained fury, and Asiirha only raised his brow ridge a fraction higher. “So good of you to come, Sir. And so good of you to bring this much….company.”
"You know damn well as I do that I must take every precaution necessary, Black Bones,” Kurogh growled. There was a spark of pain in his eyes, but it was gone just as soon as Asiirha caught sight of it, the hardened glare of an arrogant monarch back in it’s place. “That amndoch Clochvok got himself killed by being careless in directing his guards. I won’t let that mistake repeat itself.”
“Be that as it may,” Asiirha said, shooting a glare down at the dragon under his desk, “if you would please have this one come out from under my desk. I assure you, no assassins have been perched there for the past three hours.”
"Three hours?!” the king spluttered. “Dammit, we’re practically at war with those dirt-blooded peasants in Warfang! Don’t you have more pressing matters to attend to? Like I do, and have been seeing to since sunrise!”
"How tragic, that you should be held accountable to the responsibilities befitting your station,” Asiirha said, with a tongue-curling yawn. He let out a tired sigh and snatched the guard by the collar of his armor, hauling him out from under his desk as the smaller dragon yelped. “You will cease your fruitless search, young drake. I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I am quite a busy drakkon.”
“A-aye, sir,” the guard said, shaking in Asiirha’s grasp. The younger dragon’s knees were still knocking when he was released. Asiirha watched him, recalling that the boy’s sire had just been killed during a griffon skirmish, when he realized Kurogh was speaking again.
“How dare you speak to me like that?!” the king scoffed. Asiirha snorted softly, as he began to put his papers and writing utensils in a pile, clearing his space to leave. Clearly this meeting with Kurogh would go nowhere, as usual. “How tragic, that you still seem in denial about speaking to me as befits my station, and yours.” The king turned away from Asiirha, looking bored, his tail swinging and knocking the writing desk over ‘nonchalantly.’ The larger Shire sighed again, more bemused than anything by Kurogh’s temper tantrum. But the king’s next words made his blood burn with barely restrained fury. “Such impudence, for one that can hardly call himself a Kuros. You spent so much of your life away from us, I’m almost offended you still claim to be a Shire!”
While attacking the king was absolutely against every law written, giving him a reality check was not against any laws. Asiirha sank into the bricks under his claws, becoming one with the shadows, passing through Kurogh’s and making his black heart stop for a moment. When he rose from the shadows again, Asiirha stood in front of Kurogh, almost nose-to-nose with the younger dragon. The king jerked his head back, almost stumbling on his ass in front of the guards and Asiirha, but caught himself, not allowing that humiliation to be seen.
"Careful, Todthair,” he said, his voice low enough that the guards couldn’t overhear them. “Remember who always bested you when you decided to pick a fight with me. You may be my king, but I would not dishonor you by holding back to respect your station and the apparent value of your life.”
”Apparent value? You’re lucky Malefor calls you his Right Hand, whelp, or I’d cut you down for treason!” Kurogh snarled, though he’d lowered his voice as well. “I am worth ten of you. Black bones or not, you were sold to the Fear dragons! They bought you, Maeldun sold you to them so that we could form an alliance with them, and they would stop complaining about us ‘stealing their magic.’ You’re nothing but the marriage cock Roxandara stuffs herself with, the bridge built to make them ours.”
"We’ll cease this childish bickering for now, else we’ll come to blows,” Asiirha sneered, baring his teeth at Kurogh. He whipped his tail hard against the bricks they stood on, sending sparks flying. “You’re just pissed because I wasn’t around to conduct business for you with the foreign dignitaries, aren’t you?”
“You could have at least showed up to help greet them.”
"I was organizing the lessons for the drakkas and drakes in the rookery, like you are supposed to do.”
"Pah,” Kurogh snorted, curling his lip in disgust. “That’s women’s work. Leave it to the queen, she’ll take care of it.”
“There is no such thing as ‘women’s work’ in Kurosia, Majesty,” Asiirha said. “The only ‘work’ a woman must do is lay her eggs when she’s heavy with clutch, and it is not ‘work.’ More like a near death experience that one must survive. And I’d like to see you attempt that feat. Not even you, O Great King, could do the only real ‘women’s work,’ as you so elegantly put it.”
"Ever the forward thinker, as usual,” Kurogh said, rolling his eyes. “Fine then. You were busy teaching the whelps to do what? Write, read? Useless. Teach them only how to fight and defend themselves. They’re useless to me if they cannot all be soldiers.”
“Are you listening to yourself, Kurogh?!” Asiirha asked, his jaw dropping open in surprise. “They’re children! The only thing any of them should be thinking about is play and learning how to behave respectfully!”
"The only way any of them will be useful is if they can fight, and kill,” Kurogh snarled. He jabbed a claw in Asiirha’s face. “And the next time you speak to me in such a familiar way, to hell with Malefor’s edict. I will have your tongue, cut and served to me for dinner, roasted with a side of bogil’viluin.”
"You’re mad,” Asiirha said, shaking his head. Kurogh grinned, a nasty, cruel expression that was more like a uka baring it’s teeth at him from the dark.
“No,” he said, “you just went soft after trying to ‘convert’ the dragons of Warfang.” He tossed his head, lifting his chin regally. “Coddling that wyrm the queen calls my son isn’t helping you remember that you’re supposed to be a heartless bastard, either.”
“…you do not deserve him.”
“What?!”
“You do not deserve that boy,” Asiirha said, his voice lacking any emotion. The mumbling of the guards went utterly still, a thick, horrible silence filling it’s place. Kurogh’s eyes went wide, with anger and fear, and the fear was not from his power. It was fear of Asiirha, and Asiirha loved it. “You do not deserve the honor of being the sire of a Seuth.” A rumbling growl came deep from his chest, punctuating his words as he continued. “That boy is a gift to the people. And you treat him like he is a half breed. Like he isn’t a drake at all. Voteil will never be king, or a great warrior, but he will lead the people into an era that will see them all thrive. And you, Your Highness, do not deserve the honor of even sharing blood with him.”
“You…you mutrach’bachtein!” Kurogh spat, muzzle tight in a snarl of his own. “How dare you?! That’s it, I’ve had it. I’m telling Feuriah you are never to speak to that pathetic little worm again! You love him so damn much, see how you like it when I take away your private lessons with the screeching little brat!!”
"If you think for one damn second that Her Majesty will listen to you, you’re thrice the fool I ever thought you were.” Asiirha turned away from Kurogh, making his way to the balcony doors.
“Don’t you turn your back to me, Asiirha! I’m not finished with you!”
"Oh, but I’m finished with you,” Asiirha ground out. “Oh. And before I forget:
"You don’t deserve The Queen, either.”
At that, and as soon as Asiirha’s personal guards swooped in, he made his exit. It was the last time he would speak to the king.
Voteil : It’s…. really fuzzy, I can’t see much. But this is what I can see, the voices are muffled, but I do look… older? I can’t see Mommy but she might be there… the blue-ish one, is that you? It’s really hard to see, I’m sorry, but I hope this answers things for you!
OOC : Damnit skylanderwishes, damn you for showing me this awesome FNAF2 song and getting it stuck in my head with Voteil and Lost Queen in mind.
Damn you i love you
Lost Queen : Kruta! Ah yes Kruta, he was one of my closest friends when I was in training. I mentioned him before, but I can happily speak more of him.
He and I got along very, very well. He wanted to become a Professor, which put him in my advanced training unit as myself. I took as many courses possible to gain as much experience as I could, and this put me in a special course that the Queen’s very son was taking part in.
We were both very determined dragons, of course it was expected of him to strive to be the best given that his parents were the King and Queen. I became friends with Raigur’Ja shortly after meeting Kruta, and the two couldn’t be any more different. Kruta and I were often study/training buddies, so we spent a LOT of time together. He was very smart, cunning, but very quick to anger. We didn’t argue much, but when we did, it always resorted to a sparring match. No matter who won, we’d usually go out to a treat shop afterwards, haha xD
I mentioned before that Kruta and Raigur were different… and very much so. Both were very proud dragons, we all hung out from time to time but the two would bicker like mad. Raigur would often try to persuade me from studying to be Queen and to instead become a Silverwing, which would anger Kruta since he mostly thought Silverwings were just arrogant, un-educated meatheads. I can’t tell you how many times they’d fight -n-’
Kruta was my first real Mjol, or ‘boyfriend’, we just got along so well that I ended up truly enjoying the times we spent together. Love was of course heavily frowned upon, but if it hadn’t been, I’m very sure Kruta would have been my first love.
But sadly… at our very first real battle with a legion of air pirates, Kruta was hit by a missile that blew his head clean off his shoulders. I remember nodding to him, then looking away just as the missile flew by my helmet. It had missed me by a talon, but struck Kruta instead.
For years, I kept one of his feathers as a bookmark for my studybooks. I used it as a reminder to never forget him, to keep going to be the best damn Queen Kurosia ever had. He believed I could do it, he never let up on me when I doubted myself. Even after his death, if I questioned my will, I’d always hear his voice in the back of my mind to never give up. He was my inner training coach, I suppose. Heh, the day I became Queen, I could swear I felt him watching me from the Veil, smiling with pride.
I found a book during the time Cynder was staying with me that had Kruta’s feather in it. I didn’t tell her, or show her; our relationship was still too fresh for me to share such a tender memory, but oh the joy and happiness I felt when I found it. Sadly, though… the book went missing shortly after, actually quite a few books did. I just believe that I had imagined finding his feather…
Arc 2: Introduction; Ambush
The needs of the many, outweigh the needs of the few.
PART 1: LINK
PART 2: YOU ARE HERE
PART 3: INCOMING
Weirdlanders 