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" And in darkness bind them... "
There are fates worse than death... when you don't play by the rules...
Divergent path unlocked: Bad end, The Void's envoys, dark lords.
Summary:
Once upon a time, there was a kingdom...
An ancient kingdom, now long gone, replaced with darkened lands ruled by inhumane dark lords, once long said to have been men and women of renown might... now little humanity remains, if any at all behind their darkened armors, devoid of all life but the piercing gaze behind empty holes in their helms...
Bellegur, Dark king of Ashes... The blackened pale Ember
Once said to be the son of the king before the kingdom fell to his hands, and whims few know these days what they truly are anymore. He rules over vast lands, through a vast array of undead fiends, monsters of darkness beyond the mortal realm, and some creatures that, mysteriously, began to appear upon his rise to power.
Agarwaenor, Dark lord of beast... The blood lusting storm.
Once said to be a noble man, of which little but the past as master of beasts remains. Under his command lay all sort of creatures, earthly and unearthly, ready to follow his and the King of Ashes's will. Besides him to command the beasts is his brother, the dragon lord Calimehtamir, the raging lightning.
Braigon, The Dark Winter Lord of the north, the eternal night blizzard.
Once a mighty general, now a terrible guarding sentinel at the northern lands. Upholding the reign of the dark king. His is a heartless way few survive if they bear any disagreement, only the strong and hard willed hearts are under his command. his lands he's set in eternal winter storms, where beasts of ice follow his will...
Thanneth,Dark mistress of whispers, Destruction's breeze.
Once a lady of high standing, no little remains from her past but the feathered beasts she once held as her messengers and envoys. No corner of the world is away from her fiends, whom relay any information of interest... or deal with her and the king's foes with gleeful sadistic violence to her satisfaction and whims...
Gilrin, Mistress of Nightmares, the sinking despair.
Rummored to once having been a headmistress and scholar of skills unmatched by all but the most seasoned and old minds, she delves upon the obscure and little is known now of her works and businesses, unless they involve you... if you are unlucky enough...
Rhowën, Dark lord of the Hunt, the maddened prowling fiend.
Once said to have been a soul bound to justice, to righteousness and virtues long lost in his lands. To him answer few, but to him they are enough. He oversees the law with obsessive sadistic and cruel glee, with his executioners all but pawns and puppets bound to him, in exchange of but one more chance to be... one he knows they will be doomed to fall and is all the eager to see the show of...
Thannor, Dark lord of the Arms, Binder of lives and Blades.
A skilled Blacksmith, now general, recruiter and smith of the kingdom's armed forces. Along Braigon his ways are relentless, heartless and hard as steel, and even harder. Those he takes to swear and bind blade to themselves either survive, or perish before becoming eternal soldiers under his, the other lords and the king's commands... For weakness if forfeit and naught but despised.
Calimehtamir, Lord of dragons, the raging blood lightning.
Brother of Agarwaenor, once a man, now the line of beast and man long since faded. he is his brother's both right and left hand. Under his command all draconic creatures bend will, and those who do not... are to be forever lost in the storms he leaves in his wake against all and any defiance to their rule...
Yseldeir, Heir of the Mistress of Nightmares, lady of serpents, keeper of secrets...
A child of times long lost, taken once by the dark mistress Gilrin as her pupil, it is said. What became of her, little is known, other than in her master's rise, she became the keeper of her knowledge, and heir to her place... when the time comes... if it comes.
Nar'osul, Death's whisper, servant of Thanneth...
Once a man equal in standing to the dark lords, now naught but a chained attack dog and assassin at the ready to answer the call. Kept away from madness by an inch, and bloodlust by a heartless traitorous deal...
Alador, The fallen Prince of embers, the raging wildfire...
Once a beloved prince, now a damned find by his own people. Little love is held both ways. Forsaken by his own people, resigned to a harsh reality and truths he cursed knowing, little but hatred burns in his cold eyes for a world that prefered to burn rather than save itself...