Deep within the Shadow Isles, inside the Ruined Kings palace, Thraxitar dreamed.
He dreamed of his first life, one of prestige and power. He was loved, respected, honoured...and betrayed. Betrayed by a man he served loyally. His family killed, his home in ruins and himself abandoned, left to die in the desert.
He died angry and alone.
But death would not be his end, as a new king revealed himself. The Ruined King, a powerful necromancer. He offered Thraxitar life again and a favour, in exchange for service in his army. It only took a moment for him to accept. The king gave him the bloody vengeance he desired. His favour given, his new king brought him to his palace, where he would rest until called on again.
And now he rests, but not peacefully.
He dreams of violence, of blood and destruction, of coating all the world in the blood of his enemies. For 1000 years he has slept, dreaming of the world he would ruin.
Post by The Ruined King on Jun 30, 2013 6:23:47 GMT -5
A thunderous rumbling sound rolled throughout one of the many crypts beneath the palace. Massive stone doors grinding along the ground almost effortlessly by the mindless undead that had been raised to serve the Ruined King himself. The King stood waiting, his eyes burning like torches beneath his helm, wisps of cyan fire escaping from the obsidian armored hulking figure as it stood in the near pitch black darkness. Beside him, Yorick, the Gravedigger stood. The King had called him for a specific reason, to raise the body of the being who would be the next general awaken.
Thraxitar.
The name sounded within the King's mind as he stepped forward, his heavy sabatons sounding against the cracked tiled floor as he moved. A labyrinth of networking tunnels that lead to various resting places of those once loyal to the King, hundreds of corpses lay within the various sarcophagi that littered the crypts beneath the Ruined King's Castle. Yet he only sought out on in particular, one worthy of being raised once more. A general under the Shadow of War's command within the Ruined King's forever growing army of undead soldiers.
The Ruined King moved, the crypt completely silent other than the sounds of Yorick and the King himself moving, until they would come across a sarcophagus. It looked in no way special, dark cracked grey stone. Sealed within would be the body of the general-to-be. The King simply eyes the tomb, his voice sounding as he commanded Yorick, "Bring him back to us. You know what to do."
I am the one who defied death. I am the one he fears. I am the on he can not take. One sweep of my hand and your nations will fall. Come for me you worms. You will all bow before my legions or be broken beneath us as we march upon your cities.
Yorick had been busy working in the graveyard when he was summoned, he left the grave unfinished and began walking to the castle. When he had arrived the King had asked him to follow him into the crypts beneath the castle.
The crypts where as dark as ever, the only things giving of light was the ruined king himself and Yorick's lantern, he had been down here before. It was quiet and peaceful down there, Yorick liked it.
When they stopped they stood in front of a sarcophagus, when the king said "Bring him back. You know what to do." Yorick replied "As you wish, my King." He took a firmer grip on his shovel and walked up to the sarcophagus, he put the tip of the blade in between the lid and the rest of the sarcophagus and pried it open. There he was, the Ruined King's next general, Yorick looked at him, he was just like the rest, another face, but this one was coming out of the ground, not down in a grave.
Yorick put the shovel in his left hand and reached towards the lantern with his right, which was hanging a bit to the right of his head. Out of the lantern came a small light, flowing towards Yorick's palm, a soul, the soul of Thraxitar, the soul floated in Yorick's palm as he brought it closer to Thraxitar's chest. Yorick put the soul in the middle of the chest and watched as it sunk in. When the soul was gone Yorick took and put his hand over the mask and said one word. "Awake"
Post by The Ruined King on Jul 3, 2013 17:06:14 GMT -5
The King looked down at the large figure as it knelt in obedience to him, the man remembered then. Good. The King spoke, his voice rolling like thunder while he did so, "Rise, general. Your King has need of you once more." The Ruined King's burning eyes looks to stare through the Reaper level undead before him, "You will accompany us. We have yet to wake another of your brothers."
The Ruined King turned on his heel simply walking into the darkness, his demeanor completely impassive as he does so, "Yorick. We have one more to awaken. Come."
I am the one who defied death. I am the one he fears. I am the on he can not take. One sweep of my hand and your nations will fall. Come for me you worms. You will all bow before my legions or be broken beneath us as we march upon your cities.
"As you wish, my King." He said as the king ordered him to follow him again, he closed the lantern so no souls where to escape. He moved his hovel to his right hand and limped after the king into the darkness. He wondered how long they'd be down here, as much as he liked being in the crpyts he had work to do back at the graveyard. But as long as the King wanted him down there he would stay down there.
He wondered what kind of General they'd awake now, the last one had apparently been been betrayed, but so had many others been. How long will it take before this General dies again? A week? A year? A decade? Yorick doubted the abillities of the latest General, when he moved the soul from the lantern he had been shown the life of the general. Then again, Yorick doubted every one on the Isles, except for the King and Hecarim.
Wake another? So his king was calling his generals together? He did not know who long he had slept, nor did he care. All he knew was that he was to spill blood again.
He rose from his bow, dwarfing the hunched man with the lantern in front of him. He must be the one who held his soul.
The sensation of being undead was still an unfamiliar feeling to him. He couldn't feel his heart beating, nor did he need to draw breath any more, but he still tried, a habit of his old life.
He followed after the king and Gravedigger in silence.
Post by Koroza Oberon on Jul 8, 2013 10:28:48 GMT -5
Inside the very same catacombs another lie asleep, dreaming of a life long ago.
Koroza Oberon, a name many Demacians would curse if they knew the history of their kingdom. He was once a prestigious general the Demacian army, and he was sent to slay a traitorous vassal who turned his back on the glorious kingdom. Thus, Koroza went to dispose of the traitor.
He achieved victory over the traitorous scum, but the same madness that corrupted the vassal began to corrupt him as well. After all he took the source of the madness as proof of his victory, but his journey back to the capital him and his man began to change. They turned their back on the Demacian code of justice, honor, and lawfulness. Instead they fell to sin and madness, but Koroza stayed his warband's thirst for blood until they within the gates of Demacia. Only then did they strike, but this coup de grace failed.
Koroza specifically recalled the blade cutting through his beating heart before death took him.
However, as much as the Demacians of that time wished that he would never return to plague the world....another being had different plans. A being known as The Ruined King came from the shroud of death and offered him a second chance at life, but he must serve in The Ruined King's army of the undead. The Sadastic Prince, as Koroza began to call himself, accepted the offer. There was no way to please the desires that plagued him even in death. In exchange for his service he would receive a paradise where he could satisfy the desires that plagued him to this very day. However, after accepting the offer he was put to rest until his new king needed him again.
The desires plagued him in this rest, and perhaps a cry could be heard from his sarcophagus. A cry of agony and displeasure at another day gone by that he did not sin.
Soon those cries would cease, and his agony would no longer echo through these catacombs.
Your death will not be a waste...it will bring me great pleasure.
Post by The Ruined King on Jul 14, 2013 7:12:24 GMT -5
The Ruined King would follow the cries through the dark near pitch black halls. The only source of light being the light from Yorick's lantern and the soft blue flickering light of the spiritfire burning within his helm. The second last General to be raised and his armies would be ready to march once more upon the land of the living.
All was falling into place.
He stopped before the sarcophagus where Koroza was held, recently silenced cries of agony left the area in a deafening silence. He placed a hand upon the heavy stone lid, easily pushing it off revealing the sleeping general inside, "Yorick, you know what to do." The King raised a hand as he walked, the sound of stone grinding upon stone sounded loudly as the heavy doors opened as they approached.
I am the one who defied death. I am the one he fears. I am the on he can not take. One sweep of my hand and your nations will fall. Come for me you worms. You will all bow before my legions or be broken beneath us as we march upon your cities.
Yorick walked behind the king as they walked, soon he could hear the screaming of the last general to be awoken today. When they came closer the screaming stopped, was it because of the King's presence? When the lid of the sarcophagus was removed Yorick looked upon the general, another one who had made the deal with the King.
He moved the shovel to his left hand and opened the lantern with his right, soon a small light came out of it, landing in Yorick's hand. The moment it touched his hand Yorick learned everything about this new general, a Demacian, probably second rune war era. Yorick walked up to the corpse and left the light at the chest of the general, it sunk in rather quickly. He put his hand over the corpse's face and uttered the same word as earlier. "Awake." He removed his hand and took a step back, waiting for the body to rise.
Post by Koroza Oberon on Jul 15, 2013 0:13:35 GMT -5
"Awake"
Finally, after all these years he would be able to satisfy these desires. He opened his night black eyes to see the ceiling of the catacombs, and he slowly rose from his sarcophagus touching the stitched up wounds on his head and chest. His heart no longer pulsed while pumping blood, nor would his lungs fill with air. The large links of chain across his chest would rattle a bit as he rose.
The Sadistic Prince saw three people awaiting him, The King, a deformed figure with a hunched back, shovel and lamp above his head, and then an undead warrior who he did not know. It looks as though The King had been busy while he was slumbering in his tomb.
He stepped out of the sarcophagus, and knelt before The Ruined King. "My king, it has been awhile, my loyalty and skills are still yours to command. Who dares to oppose your rule?"
Your death will not be a waste...it will bring me great pleasure.
Post by The Ruined King on Jul 15, 2013 3:44:26 GMT -5
The Ruined King looked upon the warrior that knelt before him, cyan eyes never leaving the him. It was as though they burned through the flesh and saw what was hidden beneath. The eyes narrowed slightly, yet the hulking black metal visage never moved, not even as he spoke, "Who dares oppose me?" The eyes flare brightly, "The world."
With that, The King turned on his heel. Simply walking away, "Come. It is time to introduce you to your fellow general and commander." He would walk in silence, any questions would be ignored. Any attempts at moving anywhere but where the king lead would be meet with their limbs not moving until they followed.
I am the one who defied death. I am the one he fears. I am the on he can not take. One sweep of my hand and your nations will fall. Come for me you worms. You will all bow before my legions or be broken beneath us as we march upon your cities.
Followed the king as he walked away from the crypts, he kept walking in silence, thinking about the latest general, again doubting him too. The lantern's light had grown dimmer, not much but still noticeable, he had to fill it in the soul well later. Are these generals for Hecarim to command, or are they for someone else? He wondered, no use in asking the King at this time, he'd find out soon enough.
Post by Koroza Oberon on Jul 16, 2013 16:54:40 GMT -5
The King was as intimidating as Koroza remembered with the hulking metal figure and the spitfire eyes. At The King's answer, the general would let out a soft laugh, before responding, "Then the world shall submit to you in life....or in death."
The general would rise and quickly retrieve his large battleaxe..the weapon would never leave his side, as much as a tiny part of him would like to be rid of the cursed weapon. The weapon coated in strange and archaic writing covered the hilt and blade. With the weapon in hand he would fall in behind Yorick and follow his king to wherever he may take them.
Your death will not be a waste...it will bring me great pleasure.
Thraxitar watched as the hunchback raised another for the King. He could almost feel the menace coming from him, or rather the weapon he was buried with. This man was likely nothing more than a puppet of the axe, doing as it bid. And as long as that was the King's will, then he had on issues with it.
Thraxitar followed the group out of the crypt, leaving the dead to still rest.
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