Mutant_Lorenor
11-19-10, 01:56 AM
The Forsaken's town had grown into a city almost over night. Lorenor sat in his personal chambers in a house that overlooked The Eye of Fate. Done with his sermons for the day, Lorenor was quietly resting in his bed chamber. Two female Undead slept in the bed quietly with him. One was a High Priestess and the other was not. However, women in Forsaken society were actually revered considering that N'Jal was a Female Thayne. Lorenor was skyclad, sex was in the air. As he sat in the bed, his purple glowing eyes pulsed like lanterns. He was in silent communion with N'Jal. He had sat in that position for hours now after the sex had finished. The two women slept peacefully, Lorenor had worn them both out in their escapades.
It was what he did. Lorenor sat in a lotus position atop the bed. He stared at the darkness of the chamber as it maneuvered about his person, attracting and being repelled at the same time. Lorenor was like a living conduit of the elemental darkness. As Lorenor sat there, he was listening to the words of N'Jal speaking in the native tongue of The Spider Magi. The mutant was receiving instruction from N'Jal. Instruction which he would obey to the best of his capacity. His capacity was considerable by then. The Grand Primus wore no crown, he needed none. His banner was the banner of N'Jal. His people, her servants. Lorenor's chest rose up and down as he breathed in the controlled fashion, instructions were being burned in his mind.
By then, he'd gotten used to communing with N'Jal. At some point, soooner or later, all Forsaken communed with N'Jal. Lorenor did not talk back when N'Jal instructed, he only listened and obeyed. It was how he had grown in power. A rare genetic marker within Lorenor's body had allowed him to bond with N'Jal in such a way that was never again replicated throughout history. Lorenor was simply one in a trillion. Lorenor carried N'Jal within. And now, she was instructing him on the next step in his vital mission. All things needed preparation for the eventual war against The Ixian Knights. Like a giant chessboard, Althanas had moved in an irreversible fashion forward.
Lorenor had constructed events, with his own two hands, that would see to it that justice prevailed. Lorenor was no longer motivated by simplistic desires and goals, now his scheme was that of N'Jal's scheme. Lorenor's eyes popped open after he understood what N'Jal had decreed. He had a new mission now. He had to go to a city named Bridgeport. There, a potential ally was suffering. Lorenor climbed out of the bed and dressed himself after kissing the two women gently on the head. Then, he was ready to gather some able-bodied individuals and go to that town in his mind. His target awaited, and it was a monster named Gorax. Lorenor knew because N'Jal knew. So after he'd gathered four individuals, two Magi, and two Warriors, Lorenor prepared a gate to Phantaria and teleported himself to Bridgeport...
It was what he did. Lorenor sat in a lotus position atop the bed. He stared at the darkness of the chamber as it maneuvered about his person, attracting and being repelled at the same time. Lorenor was like a living conduit of the elemental darkness. As Lorenor sat there, he was listening to the words of N'Jal speaking in the native tongue of The Spider Magi. The mutant was receiving instruction from N'Jal. Instruction which he would obey to the best of his capacity. His capacity was considerable by then. The Grand Primus wore no crown, he needed none. His banner was the banner of N'Jal. His people, her servants. Lorenor's chest rose up and down as he breathed in the controlled fashion, instructions were being burned in his mind.
By then, he'd gotten used to communing with N'Jal. At some point, soooner or later, all Forsaken communed with N'Jal. Lorenor did not talk back when N'Jal instructed, he only listened and obeyed. It was how he had grown in power. A rare genetic marker within Lorenor's body had allowed him to bond with N'Jal in such a way that was never again replicated throughout history. Lorenor was simply one in a trillion. Lorenor carried N'Jal within. And now, she was instructing him on the next step in his vital mission. All things needed preparation for the eventual war against The Ixian Knights. Like a giant chessboard, Althanas had moved in an irreversible fashion forward.
Lorenor had constructed events, with his own two hands, that would see to it that justice prevailed. Lorenor was no longer motivated by simplistic desires and goals, now his scheme was that of N'Jal's scheme. Lorenor's eyes popped open after he understood what N'Jal had decreed. He had a new mission now. He had to go to a city named Bridgeport. There, a potential ally was suffering. Lorenor climbed out of the bed and dressed himself after kissing the two women gently on the head. Then, he was ready to gather some able-bodied individuals and go to that town in his mind. His target awaited, and it was a monster named Gorax. Lorenor knew because N'Jal knew. So after he'd gathered four individuals, two Magi, and two Warriors, Lorenor prepared a gate to Phantaria and teleported himself to Bridgeport...