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His name was Azalor Bonehand, Necromancer of the Order of Rathma, the World Dragon, He Whose Back Holds The World. He was not from Necropolis from the beginning, he was of northern blood, from the druids and the barbarians, he was not a small man, but he was not as big as a druid or a barbarian would normally be.
Standing at an height of 7 feet he was one foot shorter then a barbarian, half a feet shorter then a druid and one foot taller then a paladin. His pale skin was muscular like an athlete, not like those bulking muscle mountains of barbarians and druids. his white hair was tied back in a ponytail, his green eyes glowing with a power beyond this world. Armor of black leather and white bone plate covers his body, a demon skull making a helmet, a tower shield of ribs, a spine and five skulls was strapped to bis back while he had a magic wand strapped to his wrist and a large curved dagger in his belt, big enough to be considered to be a short sword.
His ponytail was flowing in the wind of the lands, sticking out from a well designed hole on the back of the skull helmet. Azalor was wandering the lands, searching for the evils who have turned the balance of the realm, and take them out before they disturb it even more with their wicked ways. The voice of Rathma whispers in his ears of danger ahead and the High Priest of Death draws his wand and swirls it around, causing the earth to crumble as ten armed skeletons of rogues and mercenaries rose from the earth, along with a blood golem and five skeletal mages, their hands glowing with fire, lightning and ice.
With an unspoken command the necromancer moved forward, his troops silently moved through the dark bush works, and then the sound of battle came as the skeletons leaped out of the bushes on the road ahead and ambushed a large group of evil rogues, corrupted by Andariel. They had little chance of survival and the necromancer looted their corpses of gold, gems and items before drawing upon his magic and created five more mages.
soon he came upon his goal, the Monastery, with a heavy kick from his boot the big gates slammed open, shattering dust and cobwebs like the wind of god had moved through the monastery. Azalor drew upon his magic and the stone walls of the entrance hall crumbled as two stone golems emerged from their surfaces. Moving without stop the necromancer massacred all in his path, demons, undeads, fallen, evil rogues, all fell to his army, which grew as he called upon the corpses of his enemies to fight for him.
His path lead him down to the bowels of the Monastery, where the Cathedral was located, the lair of Andariel. What followed was a battle worthy of legends, of how easily the necromancer defeated the Maiden of Anguish. His skeletons gangpiled upon her as she attempted to bring them down with poison gas, which has little effect on the living dead, as wel las the golems. His stone golems crushed her limbs while the blood golem pushed its large claw into her womb while one of stone golems squeezed her breasts with its rock fists.
Torturing the Maiden of Anguish for nearly twenty hours the necromancer finally broke her and the Maiden of Anguish became the Maiden of Obedience. With her will and mind broken the necromancer turned the so called demoness into a human woman, sealing her powers away, and gave her to the Rogues to take out their revenge on the immortal slave, and perhaps even use her to restore their numbers.
With the path to the east open once again the Death Priest decided to spend some time to recover his strength, even if it had been an easy battle did he not intend on taking unneeded risks. With the Monastery under the Order of the Sightless Eye's command once more the necromancer got a simple room, he didn't need luxury, and took off his armor, weapons and helmet, leaving him dressed in a white shirt and black pants, with black boots. With his hands in his pockets and his wand on his wrist in case of emergencies, the death mage took a walk through the monastery, many of the rogues greeting him with friendly smiles, and even suggesting smiles.
OOC: Suggestions and characters are welcome, please pm me if interested.
Standing at an height of 7 feet he was one foot shorter then a barbarian, half a feet shorter then a druid and one foot taller then a paladin. His pale skin was muscular like an athlete, not like those bulking muscle mountains of barbarians and druids. his white hair was tied back in a ponytail, his green eyes glowing with a power beyond this world. Armor of black leather and white bone plate covers his body, a demon skull making a helmet, a tower shield of ribs, a spine and five skulls was strapped to bis back while he had a magic wand strapped to his wrist and a large curved dagger in his belt, big enough to be considered to be a short sword.
His ponytail was flowing in the wind of the lands, sticking out from a well designed hole on the back of the skull helmet. Azalor was wandering the lands, searching for the evils who have turned the balance of the realm, and take them out before they disturb it even more with their wicked ways. The voice of Rathma whispers in his ears of danger ahead and the High Priest of Death draws his wand and swirls it around, causing the earth to crumble as ten armed skeletons of rogues and mercenaries rose from the earth, along with a blood golem and five skeletal mages, their hands glowing with fire, lightning and ice.
With an unspoken command the necromancer moved forward, his troops silently moved through the dark bush works, and then the sound of battle came as the skeletons leaped out of the bushes on the road ahead and ambushed a large group of evil rogues, corrupted by Andariel. They had little chance of survival and the necromancer looted their corpses of gold, gems and items before drawing upon his magic and created five more mages.
soon he came upon his goal, the Monastery, with a heavy kick from his boot the big gates slammed open, shattering dust and cobwebs like the wind of god had moved through the monastery. Azalor drew upon his magic and the stone walls of the entrance hall crumbled as two stone golems emerged from their surfaces. Moving without stop the necromancer massacred all in his path, demons, undeads, fallen, evil rogues, all fell to his army, which grew as he called upon the corpses of his enemies to fight for him.
His path lead him down to the bowels of the Monastery, where the Cathedral was located, the lair of Andariel. What followed was a battle worthy of legends, of how easily the necromancer defeated the Maiden of Anguish. His skeletons gangpiled upon her as she attempted to bring them down with poison gas, which has little effect on the living dead, as wel las the golems. His stone golems crushed her limbs while the blood golem pushed its large claw into her womb while one of stone golems squeezed her breasts with its rock fists.
Torturing the Maiden of Anguish for nearly twenty hours the necromancer finally broke her and the Maiden of Anguish became the Maiden of Obedience. With her will and mind broken the necromancer turned the so called demoness into a human woman, sealing her powers away, and gave her to the Rogues to take out their revenge on the immortal slave, and perhaps even use her to restore their numbers.
With the path to the east open once again the Death Priest decided to spend some time to recover his strength, even if it had been an easy battle did he not intend on taking unneeded risks. With the Monastery under the Order of the Sightless Eye's command once more the necromancer got a simple room, he didn't need luxury, and took off his armor, weapons and helmet, leaving him dressed in a white shirt and black pants, with black boots. With his hands in his pockets and his wand on his wrist in case of emergencies, the death mage took a walk through the monastery, many of the rogues greeting him with friendly smiles, and even suggesting smiles.
OOC: Suggestions and characters are welcome, please pm me if interested.
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