Thus The Cycle Spins

[Swgrclan 2682]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5xUdcYIWbw

"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me."

~;~

It was said in the shadow of the black Draakar's wings that a darker shade had developed; and it's screams heralded the coming of an undying nemesis. Ensnared by the blackness of lifeforce, with soul ablaze with a fire choked by smoke, the Gravelords had arisen -- four as there had been before, four Necromancers to match the four lords of yore that had terrorized the first realm in times' long passed. Chrodraeos, Ordos, Vinzakra and Nimdravur; kings of the dissenters, whom gained their power in Iblees' first undoing. The Wraiths of the Fourth Realm stood stalwart against their Harbinger kinsmen, and they acted as a greater threat to others. Yet, with the exodus back to the four brother's homeland, fate had deemed them useless, for the kings and their subjects were gripped with an unforeseen stagnancy.

Ordos was the first to fall; for he faded into the shadows that made him, lost to his undying brothers as his Rite of Ascension was taken from him by means unknown. Next was Chrodraeos, the patient, whom looked to the skies for answers, but did not find truth in the godhood that he held. By the hand of the Enemy, the Lightbringers, Chrodraeros had fallen and Naruntah and fallen with him. His Rite of Ascension, too, broke from his soul as it rose to meet the heavens.

Now there lies two. With Vinzakra nowhere to be seen, Nimdravur remains beneath the earth, sheltered from the scathing sunlight to tend to the distorted fire that was left behind so long ago, by the progenitor of his brethren. With the Gravelord Nimdravur being the only known Wraith to walk the land besides Vinzakra, the Black Nexus that had granted the four their tormented existance had related it's greater power to him. But it was not ascension that Nimdravur was granted, for the power of Aenguls and Daemons was beyond the Black Nexus' ability. It was the mantle of Archwraith that Nimdravur had been granted, the rite to make rise to more of his brothers yet beheld.

So he waits for the worthy to come, and all the while he tends to the Flame Under the Earth; the power to spin the cycle past it's path of unrelenting evils. Nimdravur waits, alone in the dark, with but one worthy name having stuck to his warped mind --


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[Huh 91]

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