Knolin

Knolin's place of birth and family remain to this day...unknown. He never knew his family, never knew his birthplace, and never had any friends. Knolin was a tall male drow. About 6'1" with white, almost silver hair and skin as black as night. Knolin has traveled for as long as he can remember. He never stayed in one place too long for reasons known only to him. While traveling, he came across a land known as Midgaard. For some reason this new land intrigued him more than any other he has visited. He decided to stay and possibly make this is home.

While there, he took to the shadows and begun his new life as a thief. Being a drow he was near invisible at night and a master of the shadows in day. Knolin was still a loner; his only friend was another drow named Glyph who he met while mugging another victim. They became good friends almost instantly. Years passed by and everything remained the same until he met a thief...one in which he had never seen before but had always been there long before Knolin was. She was graceful, sneaky, and very good at what she did. She was known by some as the Queen of the Thieves. But to her friends she was known as Nemesis.

To this day neither of them know how or why they met, but both are very glad they did. Nemesis was practically family to Knolin; She was always there for him and him for her. They did much thieving and causing trouble together for many years. But...not all things last. Knolin became more interested in the arts of black magic, and necromancy. While Nemesis turned her attention towards helping people. Knolin soon became a very powerful mage, maybe even the strongest in the lands. Nemesis became a paladin, trained by the HighKnight Vishki to help the lands and their people. As Knolin's power increased, so did Nemesis'. They were still friends mind you. But their closeness slowly faded away. Knolin hated Vishki, he blamed her for turning his friend into a paladin. But Knolin's life continued his powers grew to almost immortal like status...but a great tragedy befell the land.

No one knows what truly happened or if they do, they won't say. So Knolin gathered the little of his belongings, and set out to roam the lands once more.

Nemesis, Daughter of Night

The tale of Nemesis

Nemesis is an Ancient, one of the last of her kind. Once a proud and powerful race their are very few left now. Ancients are the ancestors of the elven races. They are tall, willowy and otherworldly graceful and beautiful. They are one of the oldest races known.

Nemesis was left by her real parents to be raised by Sidhe parents and had an uneventful early life. She met only one other ancient, a young boy named Trinight who also lived in her village. Nemesis' adoptive parents died while she was still only a child and left her tobe raised by the local shaman, an old half dragon named Caleen.

She grew up mostly happy, the people of her village shunned Nemesis, thinking her evil. One year, when she was sixteen years old, a plague full upon her land, killing animals, people and the harvest. Shortly after raiders started attacking and killed more people. The townspeople blamed it on young Nemesis and drove her from the only home she had ever known.

After that, she wandered the land. The young thief soon found herself in Midgaard where she joined another thief named Blackfire, who would later disappear. In time she was found by Akee Dikira who saw a great deal of potential in the young ancient and brought her into the Order of Chaos.

Nemesis then met Sticky Fingers, a powerful human thief who took her as his apprentice and taught her all he knew. And so it was up til the day he to vanished mysteriously, leaving Nemesis alone once more.

Then came the day she met a young drow thief named Knolin. She could never say just how they had met, but was glad they did. Their lives were happy and peaceful for the most part until a new force entered her life.

The High Knight Vishki. The two would meet by chance in a place they both favored to the usual tavern. They started to talk that day, the conversation that would last years and seal a most unnatural friendship. In their talks, Vishki found a pure, but very troubled soul. In time she convinced the Queen of Thieves to turn in her picks and daggers for a sword and a conscience.

It was shortly after that time that Sticky would return to the land. Upon finding his prize pupil a paladin he became less then happy. Starting a group known as the HellSpawn, he would harass the High Knight and Nemesis. Using her own friend, Knolin, against her, and trying to blackmail her back into her old ways. Sticky used Knolin to do his dirty work, while he tried to convince the High Knight he had changed. Nemesis had always made it her business to know things, and knew her old teacher better. She knew he was the leader of HellSpawn, but kept the face of innocence on hoping to find a way to catch him in his own lie. This would be interupted however.

The appearance of Sirius DarkAmber, who claimed to be the daughter of the now mad Shadow KalDaka(DarkAmber), brought much to the table and forced Sticky to the back if Nemesis' mind. They would fight til Vishki stepped in and enforced peace between them.

Nemesis' ties to those such as Knolin and Sticky created to many suspicions in Sirius' mind however and the two would once more take up their private war. This fight brought much of Nemesis' darker side back to the surface. Cheered on by the evil of the realm, that side began to grow more and more. She soon came to believe that she was unworthy of her teacher Vishki and reverted more until the High Knight stepped in once more to reassure her friend that no matter what, they would always be friends. Shortly after the land was detroyed. Many escaped this detruction, but it is said that Nemesis and Vishki stood thier ground at the very eye of the destruction, stopping it from spreading, but being detroyed themselves.

No one can say for sure if this is true, Nemesis and Vishki have not been seen since, maybe only the gods can say what became of them.....maybe, their are somewhere waiting for the land they so love to return....

The Tale of Talos

The worst way to describe Talos is to say he is human, mainly because he is not. His true form is one that very much looks like the lowly human form, although, by simple observation to the strength and powers he possesses, one can draw the conclusion that Talos is not human. What’s known of the race Talos does belong to is that it’s long forgotten and extremely rare. Ancient tomes of books speak of a creator race that possessed a great magic that was written to the flesh. The most commonly accepted interpretation of this is that the symbols used in the casting of these magic’s, were reproduced on the skin or into the flesh of the caster. This coincides with the fact that Talos’ body is covered entirely by tattoos except the palm of his hands and feet and his head. It is because of this peculiar visual difference from other humans that Talos most commonly wears clothing covering the whole of his build. The ancient creator race were not gods, but were assigned by the gods to do work for them in the physical realm. Luckily for the lesser mortals of the realm, the creator race was ruled over by gods of good intent, and therefore, Talos’ race is of good nature. Talos has spent his existence learning the ways of the Paladin, the Holy Warrior . Talos

Talos is believed to be male, this enforced by his attraction to the female persuasion. Skilled in the deadly arts with the sword and the spear, Talos can fight nearly any foe competently with little hard ship although this is not always how life was. Before the re-birth of the realm, Talos was no stronger than the humans that have mistaken him as their brother.

As it is written, the creator race once flourished throughout the realm, holding peace absolute. Then the sky turned black as night for six days. On that seventh day, when the light returned, the darkness was left behind in patches throughout the realm. Almost all natural life was abolished in that darkness. Within, an ultimate evil grew ever stronger until it was able to leave the darkness and hunt the living. The realm was filled with the pain and suffering of the innocent and the cries of children filled the night’s sky. The creator race fought hard against the evil and was able to trap it, but at a great cost. The entire race fell, giving back their strength to the gods that had created them. This act gave the gods the power to trap the evil for all eternity, as was done. The selflessness of the creator race touched the gods and the gods wished to create more, but unfortunately, they had spent the energies of the creator race to trap the ultimate evil. Within the shell trapping the ultimate evil, the evil grew weaker, not being able to feed, but at an extremely slow rate. It was determined by the gods that once every ten thousand millennia, enough energy could be removed from the trapping shell to create a creator race infant. Talos was the first to come into being. A Victim of the Ultimate Evil

During his early years and for the first few centuries, Talos was unaware of his full uniqueness. He avoided human kind, due to their sudden occurrences of brutality, and instead lived in the forest and wilderness as a child and young man. It was not long before he realized that the life expectancy of the average human was around 60 years, and he had surpassed this by several hundred. At that point Talos decided to learn more about Humans that passed through the forest in which he lived. It was in this choice that Talos discovered his true nature. On one occasion, Talos had been following an elderly man on horse back for some time. In the evening, the elderly man set up camp with a small fire and cooked some meat. Talos found a small spring and some mushrooms for his nourishment and while eating then hear the old man shout. Reacting quickly, Talos investigated the cause for the out burst. The cry was well founded as nearly a dozen goblins approached the elderly man. Talos felt a strange sensation deep inside himself to take action, so he did so without fore thought. Stepping forward from the seclusion of the dense forest, Talos easily drew the attention the goblins with his well built and formidable structure. With no preemptive planing, Talos was at a loss at to what to do. One goblin came forward and raked his claws across his chest. The fire of pain shot through Talos’ body and was followed by another spark in his left leg, then he was on the ground. A goblin had tackled him to the ground and left to finish this ‘weak’ threat. Thinking back to what he had learnt from humans, he remembered an interesting tool they used to cut meat that would have been useful in the current situation. Bleeding badly and weaponless, Talos clenched his fist in anger awaiting a painful death. Instead, the markings on his are lit up and upon clenching his fist, he found a sizable dagger. Wasting little time, he dug the silver blade into the side of the lone attacking goblin. The goblin, now injured, ran back to the crowd of other on looking goblins. Talos trying to reason how he came into possession of the dagger wished for nothing more than the throbbing in his dead to stop. To his surprise more markings on his chest and leg flared and his wounds closed and he felt comparatively better for it. Now able to think more clearly, Talos’ entire body started to glow gently red as a goblin leapt to the air. Talos tied to side step the goblin’s attack but a bolt of lighting arching off Talos’ body incinerated the attacker before it could hit the ground. The remaining goblins, seeing their counterpart turned to dust, made no wait in fleeing into the forest.

Kneeling down to the elderly man on the ground, Talos was able to use his basic understanding of the human language to communicate that he was of no danger to the old man. Sitting up to the small fire, the elderly man introduced himself as Ädher, a teacher of the Holy Warrior ways. Through the night, until morning, Talos and Ädher talked. Ädher told Talos of the ways of humans and in turn, Talos told Ädher of his life in the forest. By morning, Talos felt very comfortable with his new friend and their plans to travel together.

In the years that followed, Ädher taught Talos the ways of humans and the holy warrior. Talos, using his healing abilities, prolonged Ädher’s life seven times what it would have normally been. Talos was left alone the in the realm after Ädher had asked that Talos stopped his healing and curing magic on him so he finally find peace with the gods. Talos wandered the realm for several centuries gaining experience and vast knowledge. Magnifying his already strong magical abilities, Talos was able to strength and focus his talents on magic skills that would help others and rid the world of the evil that he instinctually had a distaste for. The gods had incorporated this into Talos in hopes that he would grow strong enough to one day enter the shell trapping the ultimate evil and destroy it, freeing the energy from the shell once again to fill the world with the creator race.

The evils of

A very long time ago, before the rebirth, the realm was full of generally good inhabitancy. That all changed after the coming of the Days of Six, the days of darkness. The world had become far to unbalanced in the forces of good and evil and thus so, an influx in evil was building. The evil gods had finally been able to call forth their demonic minions on to this realm. Using the veil of darkness to cover their actions, portals were opened from the depths of hell, and worse. Through these gates came all the known evil that had ever existed. The plan of the evil gods was to create such an influx in evil, that a balance would never again be reached.

Within the shadows that covered the ever growing evil, the evil wizards of necromancy raised an unfailing army of the dead to do their bidding. The hell demons summoned huge dragons from the fiery depths of the earth below to rain death from above. Archaic priests called the elements to do their bidding and force unconditional settings to wage opposition to their war. The hell forge burned as bright as the sun as weapons worthy of Satan himself were used to arm the legions of evil. On the Seventh Day, the total darkness receded, leaving only small pools, and the ultimate evil was born, the hate of the world. On that Seventh Day the hunt began.

The rivers of the realm raged red with the blood of the innocent and cries of children that ran through the night’s sky were fed off of by the ultimate evil. The lakes of the realm turned putrid and anything that drank of their water died. Man or woman, young or old, the ultimate evil slaughtered all that was in it’s path for the simple pleasure of death and decay. Plague, disease, and famine ran rapid through the realm, claiming many lives. The name of the ultimate evil was forbidden to be used or even ever written as it brought death to where it was spoken. Then ended the Seventh Day, thus started the night.

Night fall meant venerability, confusion, panic, and fear. The ultimate evil feed off of all of these and started an assault that would lay shame to the horrors of the Seventh Day. Until that is, the creator race made the ultimate sacrifice. The willing self genocide of the entire creator race to give the good gods strength to vanquish the ultimate evil for all eternity from the realm. In the most selfless act to that time, the creator race removed themselves from existence. The good gods were then able to trap the ultimate evil in a shell with the energies of the creator race. Unknowing to the true sacrifice that was made so that they may live, the other races showed homage to the gods in thanks. The gods recognized the excellence of the creator race and wished to repopulate the realm with such a noble people. Unfortunately though, the engeries of the creator race were used in the construction of the shell holding the ultimate evil. It was concluded that because the ultimate evil was slowly decaying, once every ten thousand millennia, enough energy could be removed from the shell to create a creator race infant.

Ten thousand millennia later, enough energy was removed to create a creator race infant, no body in the realm even knew. The infant was not the only thing that came from the trapping shell, the ultimate evil knew of these plans. During the Seventh Day, one particularly brave human knight was not killed but captured by the hordes of evil and brought underneath the ground. When the ultimate evil was trapped, this knight was the only non-evil essence within the shell, and for this he paid dear. Granted immortality by the necromancers, he was tortured for nearly nine thousand millennia before he was even given back his sight that he had lost the very first day to white hot pins. Broken now, he was an empty shell of a man, ready for the filling. Now pain was comforting and hate was all the knight had. Told for the entire length of his torture, it was the fault of the good gods and all that was good that he was there. He would have to pay them back for the pain they had made him suffer. Given partially a new body, his black corrupt soul quickly found refuge in various new demon body parts. His old body finally consumed by the black flames of the hell dragons, his new demon body, strong with the lust for blood. With his new body, his new name was given, Etah, hate fiend.

The remaining ten thousand millennia, he trained his new body to kill in the ways of the thief. Feeling it suitable that he should be the most powerful being in the realm, he should be able to steal the thing a being holds most dear, their life and their soul. The necromancers taught Etah how to entrap a being’s soul for eternity, how to destroy the soul, and finally how to steal a soul to be of his own. The demon imps trained Etah how to hide in the darkness, his home. Always untrusting, backstabbing came too naturally to Etah as his demon ‘teacher’ found out far too late. That last ten thousand millennia passed quickly, the chance for vengeance did come.

The gods, as they had planned, readied for the removal of enough energy from the trapping shell to create one creator race infant. Etah readied also, waiting for the most minuet sign that the shell had weakened. Standing only several feet from the shells inner wall, Etah could almost see the countless souls of the creator race, holding together as a living wall, physically trapping him inside. Taking a stride forward, the wall flared a brilliant blue light that blistered Etah’s skin. Almost spastically, Etah shook in pain, still keeping focus on the barrier before him when a movement rippled through the barrier. A link had been removed. Etah dove forward into the barrier, into a pain greater than nine thousand millennia of torture all at once. The souls of the creator race reached toward Etah and ripped at his soul with an iron fist. Using his demonic strength, Etah struggled against the pull and managed to move forward, towards freedom, revenge. Finally, after much strife, Etah’s new body, now broken and weak, fell forward into cold darkness. The souls of the creator race, adjusted to once again form a strong prison for the ultimate evil. Far away, a creator race infant lay in a field, under the good god’s smiles and Etah was not even noticed...

Broken, weak and tired, Etah slowly felt around his new found home. A gentle wind flowed and cooled Etah’s burning skin. A cave, Etah had escaped prison into a cave. Pulling his body on its side, Etah could hear the gentle echoing off the sides of the cave. The air smelled damp, but clean as Etah breathed it in. Breathing out, Etah coughed up blood, a lot of it. Etah had escaped, but he was dying now. Curling up into a protective ball, Etah recited a spell an old necromancer had taught him. After the spell was finished, Etah’s body was pulled to the cave’s ceiling by vines at which point it was encased in black stone to heal.

Many centuries later, Etah’s body was fully healed within the protective black stone and thus so, Etah awoke. The spell broken by its caster’s awakening, the black encasing stone crumbled away. Etah fell to the cave’s floor with a echoing thud on to his feet. The smell of rot and decay now filled the once clean cave. Quickly scouting his changed surroundings, Etah saw various skulls and bones littering the floor as well as a small fire. The sounds of foot falls echoed down the cave, alerting Etah of the arrival of the caves current inhabitants. The sweet smell of blood wafted to Etah, making him realize his hunger. Hidden in the darkness, he waited until he saw a lone injured goblin hobble to a spot by the fire and sit down. Bounding from the shadows with animalistic speed, Etah’s sharp claws sliced easily through the goblin’s side, spilling the goblin’s innards. Eating the raw goblin flesh by the fire’s side, Etah thought of his plans to free the ultimate evil from the shell prison. May the Seventh Day be continue...

The Land of Midgaard

Knolin

Vishki

Nemesis

Talos

Akee

Etah

Lileth

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