CULMEN INFERNI

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Be it known unto all that mine ascension draweth nigh. At last shall I transcend mine half-blood'd coil, and the zenith of mine powers shall be attain'd. Mine loyal allies, by your hands hath this been made possible, and thus do I bestow upon thee the succour thou mayest seek. An aspect of the divine, borne forth from the deluge of Chaos itself.

And so am I Vriza – Patron of the Black Church and Lichtenwald, Forebear of the Malphasean line of kings, and Imperator of Demons upon Mundus. Call unto me in blood, in thunder, and in darkness. Thy King shall answer, should the price be great enough.

With the death of the Aengul Janus, the veil betwixt worlds is sundered, the tether snipped, and by rites of sacrifice most grave, thou mayest bid me loose devastation upon all our foes. So let it be writ. So let it be done.

Signed,

His Majesty

ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴꜱ, 

ʀᴇᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ɪxʀɪꜱ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴋɪɴɢ’ꜱ ᴄʟɪᴍʙ: ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛʜ

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Artist: Silar

The skies roared with anarchy as Caurost was blanketed by a blood red horizon. Slowly, the skies wept rivulets of rain, mottled and turning black as each droplet moved as like sludge and ash against the ground amidst that infernal turbulence. It was not long before the distant silhouette which lingered on the wind slowly dissipated, an uneasy presence manifested within those rural hinterlands. Those who bore witness to the opaqueness of this event felt watched, as though a pair of hawkish eyes were leering at them. The storm whipped about wildly, the city of Caras Eldar suffering as the weathered walls and statues were stained with what looked like ash. However, it would not only be Caurost affected by these bloody gales, as Nevaeh’len itself was drenched top-to-bottom, swimming with brimstone and crimson rain. The forest found itself in the heart of the storm, the infernal presence disappeared within the miasma mere hours later, but the storm had done its damage. 

Trees lay broken within the woods, great redwood boughs of incalculable age reduced to torn ligaments and shorn leaves that rested in shattered piles on the forest floor. Within that swirling vortex, the origin point of this wretched magic had disappeared, vanquished by planar laws to an ulterior realm. However, for Warlocks and Inferi the work was unmistakable to see… It had been a Zentherak. And there inside the forest floor, there dwelt a huge chasm, and rising like ants from the debris were the debaucherous Imps and Zekulka – bestial demons of the Shattered Lands – who had managed to cross over. Hell’s Gulch, the firm terra firmament was wounded, and the nearby shrubs and trees gradually morphed into unfamiliar abominations.

ᴍᴏɴᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ (ᴏᴏᴄ)

Since I was a boy the world was so large. My brother and I crossed the sea, we came to a godless land full of strange customs, and even stranger people.

The ignoble Haenseman sought to stifle us beneath his boot. At first, he was successful, but we got our licks back in. Vyllaenen, Veluc, Lyulen, where has the time gone?

It does not. They would not recognize me now. Isha, why did you take my boy from me? Where have you gone? And the others, my memories have been robbed from me, but that is the price of power. 

I suppose I have created many Twisted Kings now, and they shall bear fruit of their own. My work has been wrought. The world has been reshaped as I intended, and now I may set my sight upon the juicier prize I am after.

My will be done, my kingdom come.

[No thoughts remained.]

ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʙᴇʀ ᴄᴜʟᴍɪɴɪꜱ

At last, the King of Demons’ tome was released by Skulltaker, his most ardent General. The culmination of the ill-begotten warlord’s tutelage and his truest understanding of the nature of The Climb.

 

ᴇᴠᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ I. That forbidden world which mirroreth thine own.   II. Moz’Strimoza, the Primeval Plane, where the Five Pentacle Lords dwell.   IV. The Lord is my shepherd; he leadeth me on the true path to liberation.   V. Beneath arid red skies, ye shall want not.   VI. Thou shalt transform and be rendered into the transcendental shape.   VII. Iblees, thy Daemon of Salvation.   VII. For it is Ruin that entreateth new life.   XI. Temptation provoketh curiosity; curiosity instilleth innovation.

ᴀᴇᴏꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴏꜱ I. Upon the creation of the First Man and Woman, Iblees looketh down with curiosity, for their shapes were pliable.   II. And lo, the Slumbering God was even so – asleep.   III. Yet, emerging from His heart, Iblees knew the true intention of his own soul: to repeat the age-old cycle.   IV. World after world, plane after plane, were shattered hence and scattered into atoms.   V. And the axioms of these fallen worlds repeateth, that they might repopulate the new one.   VI. Hallowed be the age-old cycle; the energies within the cosmos churneth, for they desireth change.   VII. The souls of the people cry out for release, that the bodies of their fallen and their kinsmen be replenished.   VIII. That they attain the final shape, and are brought before and judged by God.   IX. God who is dead, true, God who was slain by Aenguls.

 

ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴇᴍᴏɴ I. We name thee Dragur, thou who wert brought low and hewn into slivers by thine own brethren and sisters, because thou daredst to breathe life into clay, even as our Creator once did.   II. Cast into the sea of stars, that Soul Stream, and entombed within stone for time immemorial – slivers caged, locked away from the light of day.   III. ‘Twas Sunbreak’s plan, to lay thee low, and to bend thy life’s breath unto nefarious purposes a millennium hence; the formation of false bodies, misaligned from their souls true purpose.   IV. There are those nascent beings who came aforetime, who strove mightily and fought well, yet fell prey unto the slaughter invoked by the Aenguls’ treachery.   V. So falls Eressioth, for the Father of Titans was consumed with grief for the death of his Maker.   VI. Yet Ruin found him, Eressioth’s scales once lustrous and golden, darkened henceforth as his countenance was made heavy with sorrow.   VII. Within the Towers of Aemon and Daemon, therein was forged the first compact between the Dragons and Man.   VIII. "We beseech you," said Horen of Man. “Father of Titans, Azdromoth, He Whose Wings Shall Shroud the Earth.”   IX. There emerged the Nephilim; half-giants, borne from the blood of the Arch-Drakaar, who was transformed by the boon of Iblees, that he might take revenge upon the Aenguls.

ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟ’ᴋʜᴀᴢᴀʀ I. Yet that which is dead may yet return unto life; and that which saveth may be salvaged, shouldst thou but entreat those who remaineth loyal unto Him.   II. Within the city of Al’Khazar, there dwelt two brethren, Roderick and Philip.   III. By poverty’s harsh and unrelenting hunger, they both sought to take and take, for their avarice was great.   IV. Chastened for their indolence, the two brethren found themselves imprisoned; and upon escaping into the snowy wastes beyond Alstion, they suffered in their frost-laden hell together.   V. And they lay dead and dying in a cave, their short and mortal lives cut even shorter by the cold; yet some opaque fire did brim within their souls.   VI. As their corpses rose upon the second day, and clambered deeper into the caves.   VII. Then a voice beckoned unto them, saying, “Come unto me; for ye are given a new and just cause. There is no thing that is given freely; for the lives which I have granted unto thee, thou shalt offer me freedom.”   VIII. Gazing into the ice, the two brethren looked on in horror; for where their flesh should have been, there was but charred bone, and rivulets of icy power did whip about like streams of living fire, where their veins should have been.   IX. Irrevocably, the twins’ souls were thus inundated with daemonic energy, sourced from the Arch-Daemon himself – submerged into the bolstered depths of the Nether Plane, the brothers were given new names: Freyj and Rott.   X. But not all reigns endure forever; for the brethren disappeared, and their pristine mantle fell upon the unworthy.   XI. The debaucherous Queen Indelwehn, first and last of her name, a sour-faced tart, with hatred abiding in her heart; she was overthrown by the meek and the powerless.   XII. Then Aegis was claimed by the Undead; and its people were tested, as they hearkened onto their own call for Evolution.   XIII. The Fall of Aegis, so the ballads would sing; and the Slumbering God did silently weep.

 

ʀɪᴠᴇʟ I. The Library of Rivel, that first sovereign city of the air, was raised up ere ever Drauchriem collapsed.   II. Therein did dwell the Ascended, those Children of Aeriel, who in their cold remove did forsake the Aegeans unto their anointed doom.   III. Yet did the Dwarves, with most unseemly haste, make bold to shatter the Last Seal – and now the Temptress walketh free upon the world.    IV. Still doth the heart of their own greed ensnare them, the greatest among the Deceiver’s servants are those who know not that they serve.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡɪɴꜱ I. The last of the Aenguls, true to their Lord’s purpose, Gazardiael whose charge was New Beginnings.   II. Whose deeds bespoke glory, the Aengul that sought to at last join together all souls within the heart of his merciful Creator.   III. Slain by Dwarves and Orcs, his wings torn asunder, his soul cast adrift within the sands of time.   IV. Starbreaker, whose carbarum crown lay heavy ‘pon his brow; therefore he averted his charge, and was found wanting before Thee, o’ Lord.   V. Thus saith the Oracles: This prophecy that for the blood of the Gazardiael, the blood of the Twins, shall be paid.   VI. Order and Purity, they shall be meted justice; their immortal souls shall be rejoined unto that of their Creator, by His will, and by the decree of the Skies.   VII. For the Lord, though He sleepeth, yet remembered all blood that is spilt upon Eos and Aeos.   VIII. And none shall hide when the Day of His Judgement cometh, for the dual worlds shall tremble beneath his gaze, and the heavens shall awaken, exuding the weight of His rememberance.

 

ᴍᴏʀᴀʟɪᴛʏ I. The world is but a theatre, wherein all are tested.   II. Good and evil are no surety; there is only the will to convey strength, and to exert one’s will to shape reality.   III. For the weak are meat and the strong do eat, and that is the one fact of the world that is certain.   IV. “If thou seekest to shelter the weak,” saith the Prophet, “then they must needs serve thy own ends.”   V. For the servants of the master may not demolish his manse with the master’s own tools.   VII. The slaveholder is not beholden to grant liberty freely unto them that are bound; nay, it is seized through violence.   VIII. It is the presence of power within the roiling chaos which determined the laws thou shalt champion– nothing more, and nothing less; a simple practice, whereby the strong direct the weak.   IX. Ye that violate your word shall be laid low by the strong; for it is the weak that act in the shadows, and cloak and dagger shalt avail thou none.

ɪᴅᴏʟᴀᴛʀʏ I. There is but one Creator, and thou shalt prostrate thyself before none but Him.   II. His herald, the Arch-Daemon Iblees, is the key unto bliss.   III. Canonist, Monotheist – all these are acceptable; for though we be foes, yet we believe in but one God.   IV. But to harbor false idols shall incur the wrath of God’s true servants– those who would unmake worlds for His sake, and those who would aspire to reform our merciful Creator.   V. History repeateth; it rhymeth, and thus time must end.   VI. “I have children,” crieth the woman – the False Prince – before Faith.   VII. And her blood besmircheth the cobblestones, as fragments of bone join her heap.   VIII. “Nay,” answered the Twisted King, one of many in service to His Divine Plan. “For none among you understandeth morality.”   IX. It is the False Prince which crieth for salvation; yet those among them who are tamed and corralled, are but useless flesh, fit for naught.   X. To worship is an act, and not a neutral tone; for if God be dead, and hath left His scattered soul within us all, then it falleth upon us to resurrect our Creator.   XI. The flame of Moz’Strimoza that dwelleth within our hearts– this is the ultimate test, the struggle wherein we reveal the fallible contents of our character.   XII. There is God the Mighty, God the Merciful, God the Unified, and no other.

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I've wanted to release my religious theology for awhile now but never had a great time to while I was still active. To assuage any rumors, I have not "quit". I've been here for a long time. Friends of mine, Esterlen for instance, have been here longer than me. However, I am presently busy building my future, and I rarely find the motivation to log on. Even if I wanted to, my time CRPing towards the end of my time playing a few months ago was frequently interrupted by real life tasks, work-related spur of the moment shifts and jobs, and the mind numbing reality that I've got a very limited amount of time to finish a very important certification which will confirm my placement overseas. 

Yap, yap, yap.

Point is, the character Vriza has been more or less turned into a Zentherak and turned over to the ET as an event character for the future if Management decides they wish to use him for anything. To those of you who I killed playing my psychopath skinchanger, I don't really regret it, but I don't have any hard feelings towards anybody for crashing out or being upset. To anybody who enjoyed my character, I appreciate you, and thank for you for making him so fun. He was truthfully the most depressing character I've ever played. There was not a shred of goodness or humanity in him by the end. It would often frustrate me to have to try and get inside the mind of such a messed up character and should I ever have the time to play more frequently, I will likely play a far different character, not out of hatred, but simply because I've burned myself out of horror as a genre for the time being.

Special shout out to Lenny, Bones, Leyd, BobBox, Kujo, Witchrey, Floffy, Gamma_Byte, GlassySkies, and countless others who made my character so much fun. There are too many players to be named, those of you know who you are.

PS:

Thx 2 Jade and Ivery for helping me format.

 

 

 

[Shadowy 104]

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The literal GOAT...

 

[Mordringfan 166]

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Peak

 

[KeiaTypeBeat 3277]

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[BonesOfTheEarth 2252]

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Chimera shoutout???

 

Vriza is still the goat, not was :^J

 

[Tide1 4535]

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Can we get Skulltaker as a Zar'akal? He sounds like a valid heir.

Very nicely written post. And a character well played. 😔

 

[Frisket 4538]

This was cinema… only a rare few true story driven evils in this server. Another Gem in the long lines of villans

 

skelator would be proud!

[MonteGiant 891]

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Will never forget the time my templar and ur Skinchanger jumped a man in the streets of Brazil. . . Much love.