Post by Nerull on Feb 27, 2008 18:21:42 GMT -5
Name: Nerull
History:
Ages and ages ago there was a studious young mage working, as all youth are destined to do, on gaining immense power through powerful magics. It was during these studies that the youthful mage discovered the necessary incants to call forth a Lord of Death. Being overconfident in his abilities to control such a being, he went through with the ritual and summoned a creature of incomparable power. The creature was completely bound to obey mages will, or so the mage thought, through the powerful seals inscribed upon the floor and they would have worked had he summoned a lesser being. The Death Lord was amused by the attempt of the mage to bind him to that place and granted the mages desire for power in the form of a powerful magical robe. It was not until after the mage had donned the robe that he knew he had been tricked, he turned around to see the fading form of the Death Lord disappear before his eyes leaving just its hideous laughter echoing off the walls of the mages cabin. He knew then when he tried to leave the cabin and couldn't that he had not summoned a mere Lord of Death but in fact a God of Death.
Years later, with the palpable feeling of dark magics that pulsed from the ground where the Death God had stood, the rotted and broken down remains of the mages cabin were torn down and replaced by a massive citadel with the tainted ground left barren in a courtyard at its center. But as with all places that hold powerful evil within, armies from nations all over sought to possess it.
Ages of bloodshed have seeped into its walls and a phantom from its dark past has made itself known again. Nerull has extracted himself from his eternal research in the bowels of the accursed citadel, hellbent on escaping from the confines of his eternal imprisonment.
Occupation: Self-proclaimed Lord on High of the Abandoned Citadel
Family: If he had any they have been lost from memory ages ago
Age: Unknown, at least 1000
History:
Ages and ages ago there was a studious young mage working, as all youth are destined to do, on gaining immense power through powerful magics. It was during these studies that the youthful mage discovered the necessary incants to call forth a Lord of Death. Being overconfident in his abilities to control such a being, he went through with the ritual and summoned a creature of incomparable power. The creature was completely bound to obey mages will, or so the mage thought, through the powerful seals inscribed upon the floor and they would have worked had he summoned a lesser being. The Death Lord was amused by the attempt of the mage to bind him to that place and granted the mages desire for power in the form of a powerful magical robe. It was not until after the mage had donned the robe that he knew he had been tricked, he turned around to see the fading form of the Death Lord disappear before his eyes leaving just its hideous laughter echoing off the walls of the mages cabin. He knew then when he tried to leave the cabin and couldn't that he had not summoned a mere Lord of Death but in fact a God of Death.
Years later, with the palpable feeling of dark magics that pulsed from the ground where the Death God had stood, the rotted and broken down remains of the mages cabin were torn down and replaced by a massive citadel with the tainted ground left barren in a courtyard at its center. But as with all places that hold powerful evil within, armies from nations all over sought to possess it.
Ages of bloodshed have seeped into its walls and a phantom from its dark past has made itself known again. Nerull has extracted himself from his eternal research in the bowels of the accursed citadel, hellbent on escaping from the confines of his eternal imprisonment.
Occupation: Self-proclaimed Lord on High of the Abandoned Citadel
Family: If he had any they have been lost from memory ages ago
Age: Unknown, at least 1000
