Dissent Of The Divines

[Swgrclan 2682]

"For the teraphim speak iniquity, and the diviners see lying visions and tell false dreams; they comfort in vain, so the people wander like sheep, for they are afflicted, because there is no shepherd."

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The pain was great and grueling, like pitiful demise by the hand of disease and grime, but it came in waves; the progenitor to a second birth, born of bones and fury, destined from the time from whence they shattered upon the face of a frozen lake. The skull was yellow, and bore the cracks of old impact. The ribs were twisted, for the marrow keeping them healthy dried long ago. The arms were stiff, for the joints rusted away. The legs were bent, for their master laid in a decrepit position. There was no mother or father to greet these old bones back into the realm of endless wars and unseen sin, but raw life drawn in the defiance of the divines, and a statement to the sky above the ground that God was not the only one who could form true life.

He did not return with a whimper, but a bang, and a scream.

"I cannot breath," It said, standing upon the legs that lept from the temple cliffside. "I cannot bleed," It balked, clenching the hands that drew blood from others. "I cannot weep," It drawls, he who sought the despair of others.

"I cannot feel," It said, fleshless and bare.

It was bound to a contract that it had no choice in from the very moment that the light cut through it's slumber. It was bound to serve another, where it serve itself in life, but after being given the accursed blade of the Necrotic kindred, and armor to vanguard it's bones, it's masters permitted the arisen warrior to continue it's odyssey, everlasting, in search of the one that ached it's missing heart still in the wake of undeath, and to bring about more kind like itself. It was the Deathstalker, first of the Deathstalkers, father of the Lord of Infliction, Deathknight of the Black Sun, whom reigned the Ipos in a time of uncertainty and in the second era that cast the mortal races into the eye of the storm; to follow an exodus which does not end.

They asked it of it's name, and it told them.

"I am Vor'Kalan, I am Nax'Ram, first of my name, aligned to the Dark."


 

[[ This is a short introduction to the new variation of Liches approved by Geoboy66, the Deathstalkers (Darkwraith & Deathknight based undead) and the return of my old villain Nax'Ram, who perished shortly after Aegis ended. ]]

[Sky 0]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.