AllenTheGreat

The flickering light of the candle illuminates a tan parchment. An elderly, decrepit Uruk marks the final sentence of the page, before placing the ink-dipped feather away. A look of anguish sits on his face, and if the leathery skin of this monster could produce a tear, you would expect to see one. Emptiness... All the power in the world and it just feels empty. An eternal sence of fatigue that weighs down upon the soul. Do I still have a soul? I must, for I once had everything: wealth, infamy, armies, cities, land, loyalty, immortality... power. I wielded the might of an Arch-Daemon, I brought Al'khazar to its knees with my presence. But it was all for naught, generations change, faces fade and new personas appear. No recognizance for the past, and no use holding onto it... Power. I've spent my whole life in search of it, I obtained it with deceit, death, horrid actions, and used it to commit more of the same. Yet it has brought nothing. How can halflings have such merriment? Do they not realize the insignificance of their actions? They dwell with eachother, drinking the days away with singing and cheer. But if I, one who had it all, could not find meaning in my vast riches and influence, how can they expect to find it within fellowship and ale? ... But it is something I have not tried.... I used to have ones I called friends, their names long since spoken, forgotten in the winds of time, faces engraved only in my own memories. I dwelt with them, within Sanhar, Sanjezal, even Al'khazar was a home to me. How many remember these names? Do they evoke emotions like the ones I have had? Who can remember the might of the Ferox'Legio? The intimidating prison of the Uruk? The brick city of the Goblins? The mighty maze beneath the desert? None. Only my memories entertain me, and they simply remind me of the constant horrors I have wrought upon the land. Power does not last, wealth fades, land is destroyed and corrupted. Cities fall and their leaders fall quicker. But memories persist, they remind of us the past and help us anticipate the future. A cloak of nostalgia that prevents mistakes, but doesn't regret them. Nothing. Without our past, we are nothing. ... I was the worst monster, I did not realize this. What greater evil is there than to destroy the memories of another individual? To take the identity of a being, drain them of life, leave them as a puppeted husk? Not only did I do these actions myself, I taught others to do the same. The tyranny! How could I be so caught up in myself to realize how my actions would affect others? What memory will they have of me? What is left of those that I tormented and tore from their own persona, leaving them lifeless? Nothing. Nothing is left, and only I am to blame.

The Nether was originally a tundra-like realm, uncorrupted by Iblees. It was inhabited by nomadic natives, who would wander, hunt, and merely survive in this forgotten realm, these were the pigmen(had another name, can't remember it right now). Whenever Iblees was banished in the beginning days of Aegis, he released his anger and full power on this realm, slaying the beings within, melting it's ice and snow, corrupting it's very core. Whenever his fury subsided, all that was left were the bodies of the natives, the nether itself was covered in fire, magma, and the elements within corrupted being recognition. The taint so heavily placed, where even the strongest mortal would succumb to it's drain within minutes of stepping forth. Whenever the Undead were granted residence in this realm, and shielded from it's taint by Iblees' lifeforce powering them, he raised the corpses of it's denizens, bringing about the zombie pigmen and ghoulish monsters summoned by the Undead as their mindless vanguard. -That's the general gist of how they were made, it was written in the undead's original necronomiconioninshon as a history of the nether and it's inhabitants. I've briefed it up a little for the sake of the post.

A weathered parchment seems to have been placed on the inside of the Silver District, only those who have access to it's inner-walls would see it. “High Elves of the Silver District, your city lay persecuted, your people hunted and faced with genocide. The scope of these horrid actions have recently come to my attention, and I cannot stand idle as a noble race is decimated by greed and turmoil.” “We are of the Sovereign Mage’s Guild, and have many to our name whom are powerful and honourable, who can defend your lands and your people against those lesser races who lay waste to it. If you accept our aid, give us full access to your cities, and your full support, we can ensure the survival of your people, a pure bloodline to continue forth past the persecution." "All that prevents our intervention is your decision. With haste, -Archmage Mahina.”

Desires wasn't ever an undead, just a tobi, Brevias was an undead, but not at the time of the battle, his character had left it which is why I became the Overlord. I had gotten permission around a month and a half before the Undead End-event happened (and had the proper roleplay and lore) for my character to live. Atles was a fleshified infiltrator thing that was sent into nations to get information, mainly the aegis-alras, so whenever Iblees was "cut-off" he didn't immedietely die from the lack of life-force (and skin, for that matter). Anyways, I just noticed this thread is about harbingers (what I get for searching my name, which I enjoy doing) so I'll just skidaddle, as I never had any interactions with them during Anthos.

As I said in another thread concerning blight-fire/taint bolts and et cetera, they go against the very basic mechanic/roots of Necromancy. If you wish for a magic type such as this, the best thing would to make it a separate thing such as the new Shade Magic. Here being some of the points/inconsistencies, as I have to leave for work, I'll elaborate later if needed. Taint cannot be used to control the mind of someone, it is essentially one of the 'pathways' mentioned above that was not able to be (fully) closed. As a consequence, it pulls away the life-force of those who stand near the 'taint.' Causing the various hallicagentic effects/weakness and et cetera. It is far from able to cause someone to become a cannibal, or something of the sorts (unless they were drained to a state such as zombies/skeletons are in). Life-force is completely separate from mana, and it has not effect on any magic types that use it. 'Seeding' someone with the taint would far from cause the physical attributes listed (such as growing horns and et cetera), nor would the taint grow, as it only can progress as far as the Necromancer opened it.