~[Solo] Act 2: Chapter One Nosdyn~

[Nosdyn]

(It begins yall. Act 2. Act 1, the Ettermire saga is done now with the conclusion of Chapter 12. Now begins a new phase of Nosdyn's life. Takes place in Tular Plains. If there is interest I will be taking on a partner or two. This will be with regards to Nosdyn's rise to power. Will contain erotic scenes. You've been warned.)

They all worked together.

Roughly fifty of the Undead that originated in Alerar, directly from N'Jal's power and Nosdyn's own seed. A work of dangerous types of necromancy. Nosdyn knew the secret was life giving seed to the reanimated corpses of Ettermire's own fallen.

That day, over a year after the exodus from Ettermire to Tular Plains, Nosdyn worked in silence with his companions to build their village. It was a town built with demonic architectural preference. Some of the edifices appeared intimidating to look at. Directly at the front of the village, was a tower. Built for sorcery and accumulating knowledge and power. Nosdyn and his people had been working non-stop since they arrived in that region of Tular Plains. Haide. Away from any of the major cities. So as not to draw attention to themselves and work in secrecy.

He wiped sweat off his brow.

The demon folks were hard workers, combined with the tireless efforts of the undead.

Nosdyn knew his wife, Xelldra worked nearby. The sweat trickled off his muscular body. He was a blue skinned orc style demon, originating from a demon house of the Tular Plains. House Krotar. His muscles rippled with every movement he made. He was built for survival and endurance. The sweat trickles down his blue flesh. He had wild natural markings that resemble birth marks or tattoos.

His wife, Xelldra walked up to him and gave him a water skin.

He nodded and drank heavily from it. Water poured down his bottom lip, onto his beard. He wiped his face off with a rag at that point. He grunted from the hard work and sweat. They'd constructed the village after three months of hard work. Using the resource in the forests of Tular Plains they were currently in. He looks at his wife. "Thank you." He began. "What hour is it?" He asked, having lost track of time. He had not slept in a week. There was too much work that needed doing.

"Fifth hour. A Wednesday." She says softly. She kept track of minute details that her husband sometimes missed.

He nods and decided it was time to take a well earned break. He hugged his wife. "No rest for the wicked." He chuckled. "The village's construction is almost completed."

She nodded. "Record time too."

"Everyone worked really hard." He said. He rubbed his long beard for a moment. He was bald and had amber coloured eyes. Eyes that once stared at N'Jal as an equal, now they were enemies. He looked about at various crew working on this or that project. "Everyone." He commanded. "Let's take a well deserved break today. The village is almost complete." He says. And they obeyed his command...they were a well oiled machine.

And so it began.