[Solo] Lorenor Chronicles Chapter 1.

[Paladin_Lorenor]

(Begins about mid-way through the events of the cataclysm in the fq events. Is an attempt to chronicle Lorenor's life almost completely from scratch. I'm re-inventing a LOT of the old lore and adding a few new surprises. Some of the later on events will eventually coincide with Nosdyn's story. Will contain erotic themes...OH AND ALSO if you guys did not already know Lorenor is gay. Just throwing that out there if such matters offend you, don't read this thread. You've been warned.)

He'd found the abandoned ruins months into the initial events of the cataclysm. Alone in the end, he would only have a heavy heart thinking of friends long gone. However, he'd been a survivor. Since the night he was first cursed with undeath...he'd been a survivor. Lorenor thought about his broken past for many years at that point...trying to figure out exactly what had gone wrong with him. He was undead...but never directly one of N'Jal's own creations. He'd been denied that right. His allegiance and creation was far older, far more primal in origin. At some point in his long life, he'd been one of N'Jal's servants, one of her own priests. In the fold there was no such thing as loyalty except to N'Jal.

Lorenor was betrayed in the end over a forged copy of a once sacred tome of N'Jal. He'd been able to discern the nature of the forgery and was trying to save his companions from N'Jal's treachery. But he could not, and that night another thing happened. Sei Orlouge found him defeated that night and took him into the Ixian Knights. He swore allegiance to that guild...undergoing the long process of reformation. Even for a pathetic wretch like him, reformation was possible. He was cleansed of N'Jal's cursed state...

But freedom was not free.

Always the darkness of who and what he was lurked in his troubled and aged heart. He sat in a deep state of meditation in the old ruins. Ashfall fell outside as it had for many years by that point. Lorenor stayed indoors as often as he could, despite his vastly growing regeneration capacity he was still afraid of burning fire.

As he meditated for many hours something happened...

His mind on the point of complete and utter relaxation was touched by an old presence. A voice he had not heard since the night he was reborn into undeath...the night where he died to save Radasnth in the demon war. He heard the voice, but strangely it was a comfort to him. It had been many centuries since last he hard that particular voice calling.

Lorenor... The voice called from the darkness.

Lorenor nodded. I can hear you. How long has it been...?

Since the night of our bargain. It has been centuries. The voice responded. I see how powerful you've become how much you've grown. I would not be contacting you unless the matter was dire. The voice said.

As is usually the case with such things... There was no malice in Lorenor's voice only an acceptance.

I need your help. The voice said to him.

Lorenor considered what he was hearing, once...he would have not ever listened to whatever this entity wanted of him. But there was no more desire to fight what was meant to be. Lorenor accepted whatever this was at that point despite the teachings of his paladin's code. What would you ask of me?

And so it began...