~Act 2: Theselak Forged...~

[Nosdyn]

(Potentially will have Cerna as a partner for this. Otherwise a Solo. Just so we're clear will contain erotic footage. Thanks for understanding.)

It was a typically hot day on the Tular Plains...

He was in his house that day. A large house that was positioned in the central portion of Theselak. It was a city that was built for the sole purpose of been a refuge point for Undead and all sentient races of Althanas proper. He'd accomplished a lot since leaving Ettermire and her bastard children behind.

The building were forged in demonic architecture style a combination of Undead cultural aspects and Nosdyn's own demonic roots. The buildings were exotic in appearance and a stark contrast to the buildings of Ettermire and Radasanth. The buildings were large multi tiered buildings and the city had grown. From those first nights whence Nosdyn had returned to the Tular Plains and built the city alongside his people. Nosdyn admired the undead a lot.

They had accepted his people and his culture....

He had accepted their own as well, even if N'Jal had not.

He stood outside of his large mansion like house and had his arms folded across his broad chest.

He was a short demon, standing at about five heads and was bald. He had blue skin and amber coloured glowing eyes. He was powerfully built for endurance. He'd survived a direct smite attempt from N'Jal.

He looked at the city of Theselak the wayward sanctuary they had made together, of their own blood, sweat and tears.

He looked at Cerna calmly the newest addition to their fold. She was his partner and mate at that point.

His arms were folded across his chest as he stared at the gathered.

About an hour later, his son, Tharak, ran up to his father. "Father, my lord." He gasped. Catching his breath he'd been running from the large Mage tower at the front of their city to their position. "We have a big problem."