Mutant_Lorenor
03-16-11, 11:22 PM
(Closed to Jack Frost)
(Moderator Note: Takes place AFTER the entirety of the Invasion project. Thank you very much)
~I~
Time.
To the high priest, it was an eternal liquid, many tendrils swelled out from the source of the liquid in billions upon billions of directions. Each tendril represented a new possible outcome, one that could be acted upon, or one that could be ignored. That was the power that N'Jal offered. Her servants, the followers of N'Jal, had different gifts and talents that were useful to the high priest. Some were swords, blades used by the high priest to storm and pillage. Others were skilled Magi, powerful in the lore of the elementals, tomes, and scrolls of ages now gone.
The Magi of N'Jal were gifted Spider Magi, and their power dwarfed the power of the spell singers of Eluriand.
By then, many of the older mutants in Lorenor's command had taken new shapes. The forms of The Spider Magi. Lorenor had a banner forged in the image of N'Jal. A stylized emblem with the "N" logo emblazoned on it. It was a black image painted on a red flag, the image of the undead. A new necromantic army had arisen on the ashes of the fell Necromancer Xem'Zund. However, these undead were free immortals. They possessed a free will that allowed them to choose to serve N'Jal. After a lot of work, Lorenor had arisen, and become The Grand Primus of the undead.
The crowned, and singular leader of the free people of the undead legions on Althanas.
Lorenor represented N'Jal on Althanas.
By then, the undead minions had constructed a chamber within the original asteroid that contained N'Jal. This chamber was known elegantly as The Chamber of Fate and contained the fell structure known simply as The Eye of Fate. In recent times, Lorenor had mobilized his forces and worked to recover lost relics and artifacts that belonged to N'Jal's followers since ancient times. These objects were mostly recovered, a few were lost, but those were only minor set-backs in the larger scheme of things.
Throughout the ordeal, Lorenor's bonding with N'Jal increased with each passing hour.
His strength grew considerably as well as he learned the olde secrets of The Necronomicon. A collected work of three volumes written by the hands of the ancient Spider Magi. Lorenor was, at heart, a high priest and a simple servant of N'Jal. He simply performed the will of an entire species. Reading from the books, as a society, the undead discovered many secrets. Furthermore, the power of the undead society grew lager every day. Outlying Raiaeran cemetaries were pillaged of corpses and used to reinforce the followers of N'Jal.
And then the hour had come to this very moment.
Everyday, at the dawn of a new day, Lorenor gave sermons to the general populace.
Acting as a reverse priest, he took care of his followers. Their problems, their needs, and sometimes, their enemies. Lorenor found himself alone that day, a whole day on his hands to meditate and commune with N'Jal. As one of her most devoted followers, when Lorenor was not in action, he was in deep communion with the voice in the dark. Dissonance, the followers of N'Jal, some were and some weren't, were living within the halls of the undead followers now. Lorenor had agreed with Metaldrago Scorpio, former Captain of The Followers of N'Jal to co-head Dissonance. And now, the hour had arrived for more operations. N'Jal called out to the high priest with a single command.
Seek out Jack Frost. N'Jal decreed. Train him in the ways of our Magi.
Lorenor nodded. As ye commands, my lady.
And that's how the journey began anew.
With a simple order from N'Jal, a new spiral of events would occur that would engulf Althanas as a whole once again. Lorenor walked towards Jack Frost's general direction and prepared himself mentally for what was to be...
...The hour at hand, would herald another dark time.
(Moderator Note: Takes place AFTER the entirety of the Invasion project. Thank you very much)
~I~
Time.
To the high priest, it was an eternal liquid, many tendrils swelled out from the source of the liquid in billions upon billions of directions. Each tendril represented a new possible outcome, one that could be acted upon, or one that could be ignored. That was the power that N'Jal offered. Her servants, the followers of N'Jal, had different gifts and talents that were useful to the high priest. Some were swords, blades used by the high priest to storm and pillage. Others were skilled Magi, powerful in the lore of the elementals, tomes, and scrolls of ages now gone.
The Magi of N'Jal were gifted Spider Magi, and their power dwarfed the power of the spell singers of Eluriand.
By then, many of the older mutants in Lorenor's command had taken new shapes. The forms of The Spider Magi. Lorenor had a banner forged in the image of N'Jal. A stylized emblem with the "N" logo emblazoned on it. It was a black image painted on a red flag, the image of the undead. A new necromantic army had arisen on the ashes of the fell Necromancer Xem'Zund. However, these undead were free immortals. They possessed a free will that allowed them to choose to serve N'Jal. After a lot of work, Lorenor had arisen, and become The Grand Primus of the undead.
The crowned, and singular leader of the free people of the undead legions on Althanas.
Lorenor represented N'Jal on Althanas.
By then, the undead minions had constructed a chamber within the original asteroid that contained N'Jal. This chamber was known elegantly as The Chamber of Fate and contained the fell structure known simply as The Eye of Fate. In recent times, Lorenor had mobilized his forces and worked to recover lost relics and artifacts that belonged to N'Jal's followers since ancient times. These objects were mostly recovered, a few were lost, but those were only minor set-backs in the larger scheme of things.
Throughout the ordeal, Lorenor's bonding with N'Jal increased with each passing hour.
His strength grew considerably as well as he learned the olde secrets of The Necronomicon. A collected work of three volumes written by the hands of the ancient Spider Magi. Lorenor was, at heart, a high priest and a simple servant of N'Jal. He simply performed the will of an entire species. Reading from the books, as a society, the undead discovered many secrets. Furthermore, the power of the undead society grew lager every day. Outlying Raiaeran cemetaries were pillaged of corpses and used to reinforce the followers of N'Jal.
And then the hour had come to this very moment.
Everyday, at the dawn of a new day, Lorenor gave sermons to the general populace.
Acting as a reverse priest, he took care of his followers. Their problems, their needs, and sometimes, their enemies. Lorenor found himself alone that day, a whole day on his hands to meditate and commune with N'Jal. As one of her most devoted followers, when Lorenor was not in action, he was in deep communion with the voice in the dark. Dissonance, the followers of N'Jal, some were and some weren't, were living within the halls of the undead followers now. Lorenor had agreed with Metaldrago Scorpio, former Captain of The Followers of N'Jal to co-head Dissonance. And now, the hour had arrived for more operations. N'Jal called out to the high priest with a single command.
Seek out Jack Frost. N'Jal decreed. Train him in the ways of our Magi.
Lorenor nodded. As ye commands, my lady.
And that's how the journey began anew.
With a simple order from N'Jal, a new spiral of events would occur that would engulf Althanas as a whole once again. Lorenor walked towards Jack Frost's general direction and prepared himself mentally for what was to be...
...The hour at hand, would herald another dark time.