Nergal Rising (open)
Jun 27, 2016 11:10:28 GMT -7
Post by Nergal on Jun 27, 2016 11:10:28 GMT -7
The once-barren wasteland of Necropolis was filled with the bodies of the dead. Samael had returned to power, and the tolls of undead was proof that his son was unstoppable again. Once the war had finished, none dared even look towards the direction of Draconic Kingdom of Balfaer with a defiant eye. Fearful that the Dragon Lord would unmake any that threatened his lands. Fear was an emotion that Nergal could not feel anymore, but he could feel freedom at long last. The war between the Dragons and the Undead was long and fierce. It distracted even the nigh-omnipresent eye of Vlad, himself, so much so to fail to see his own weapon seeking to undermine and free himself from slavery under the Vampire King. Vlad and Corvin brought him into this world, but with Corvin’s death, and the destruction of the trinket that bound Nergal, the Lich King was no longer the puppet of the vampires anymore. Now, with the feast of corpses that avalanched Necropolic, Nergal now sat on a throne of bones, nestled deep in the fertile soil of the dead.He sat among the highest mountain of bones, looking out at his well-fed army of ever-growing Lich as they fed upon the corpses of their former comrades. Now, there was a fertile Garden of Flesh above, that made Nergal’s stomach rumble, even after he feasted deep in the mounds of dead. Even now, with the loss of those that bound him, he felt his dark powers grow. If he willed it, he could see through the eyes of those infected with Lich Venom. He could inflict his own thoughts to his underlings, and vice versa. Drinking from a chalice made from the top of a skull, he imbibed a concoction made of blood, and chunks of muscle and brain.
For the Lich that had finished feasting, they had begun construction of their own brand of weapons. Through their dark magics, they were able to grind the bones of the dead they devoured to dust, before reforming the dust into bladed weapons, or even bows. Forbidden draconic runes were then etched into the blades to ensure durability and sharpness. For added effect, each Lich coated their blades with their own blood, so anyone wounded by them would become infected, or too ill to fight, if they were inoculated by potions. Other Lich spread throughout the dark caverns of Necropolis, devouring what fresh corpses they found, and then sending the bones to be crafted into weapons. The caverns were then dug into, as the crypts soon became a blacked castle of its own. “The Draculea Reign has been severely crippled,” Nergal called out to the Lich that were feasting below. His words managed to echo their way throughout Necropolis, gaining the attention of the Lich that prowled about. “It was not long ago, that many of you recalled that we were under their King Vlad’s rule. Now, we’re free to feed without hold. Beyond the gates of Necropolis, beyond the borders of Sylthanis, lies a Garden of Flesh, ready to be taken. Friends that are still living, that you wish to cross over. Enemies among the living you wish to devour. Their lands are crippled from war, and defenseless to our power, to our hunger!” As Nergal raised a fist, so did the scores of undead Lich among him. When his army outnumbered the forces of Light on Yalanze, his power would become boundless. The more Lich created, the more his power would grow.
Nergal rose from his throne and looked among his Lich as they now stood in silence, looking at their King. “Feed, leave this place and feed. The more you turn, the more powerful we become. In time, we will breach the doors to Castle Dreadnought’s throne room, and we’ll have Samael’s head on a pike!” Though they had long since left fear, they felt some animalistic wariness towards the idea of fighting Samael one day, but the thought of becoming more powerful enticed many Lich. Soon, many took flight, opening the massive doors to Necropolis, and exiting into the night skies of Sylthanis towards the mortal lands. Nergal sat back in his throne, a smile across his undead face, as he felt the closest thing to revenge in a while.
For the Lich that had finished feasting, they had begun construction of their own brand of weapons. Through their dark magics, they were able to grind the bones of the dead they devoured to dust, before reforming the dust into bladed weapons, or even bows. Forbidden draconic runes were then etched into the blades to ensure durability and sharpness. For added effect, each Lich coated their blades with their own blood, so anyone wounded by them would become infected, or too ill to fight, if they were inoculated by potions. Other Lich spread throughout the dark caverns of Necropolis, devouring what fresh corpses they found, and then sending the bones to be crafted into weapons. The caverns were then dug into, as the crypts soon became a blacked castle of its own. “The Draculea Reign has been severely crippled,” Nergal called out to the Lich that were feasting below. His words managed to echo their way throughout Necropolis, gaining the attention of the Lich that prowled about. “It was not long ago, that many of you recalled that we were under their King Vlad’s rule. Now, we’re free to feed without hold. Beyond the gates of Necropolis, beyond the borders of Sylthanis, lies a Garden of Flesh, ready to be taken. Friends that are still living, that you wish to cross over. Enemies among the living you wish to devour. Their lands are crippled from war, and defenseless to our power, to our hunger!” As Nergal raised a fist, so did the scores of undead Lich among him. When his army outnumbered the forces of Light on Yalanze, his power would become boundless. The more Lich created, the more his power would grow.
Nergal rose from his throne and looked among his Lich as they now stood in silence, looking at their King. “Feed, leave this place and feed. The more you turn, the more powerful we become. In time, we will breach the doors to Castle Dreadnought’s throne room, and we’ll have Samael’s head on a pike!” Though they had long since left fear, they felt some animalistic wariness towards the idea of fighting Samael one day, but the thought of becoming more powerful enticed many Lich. Soon, many took flight, opening the massive doors to Necropolis, and exiting into the night skies of Sylthanis towards the mortal lands. Nergal sat back in his throne, a smile across his undead face, as he felt the closest thing to revenge in a while.