[centre][color=black][i][b]Grandmaster Thulemiz, Son of the Celestial Above, Champion of Chaos, Lich Lord, Level 30 Hero, 37 Khookies[/b][/i][/color]
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Kanros[/centre]

Levitating inches from the ground, his black vapoury cloak smoking eerily around him, the great black figure of the Lich Lord proved to be a rather terrifying figure. Perhaps it was the darkness within his hood or the great scythe in his right hand. Perhaps it was the deathly, calm, calculating and merciless aura about him. Those citizens of Orabson who looked upon him could not help but tremble slightly. Ever since he had ascended to his new form, he had not spoken at all. The people were not certain whether we was still human, let alone alive. Something about his cold, deathly aura told them, however, that this was not a living being at all.

[color=black][i][b]'Prepare thee all,'[/b][/i][/color] came his mental command. There were amongst these people those who were weak and unable; they would be of no help at all in future encounters with the northern enemy. At the same time, however, he could not slaughter them all upon the alter as he would very much have liked to do. His Victors would not allow him to do such, and he needed them by his side.

[color=black][i][b]'Zarkin, Alfid, Hikat,'[/b][/i][/color] at his word, the three were immediately before him, on their knees, [color=black][i][b]'go thee to the western lands, where the Xenos art killing one another. Harvest their souls and bring me them,'[/b][/i][/color] with that a word, the three disappeared.
[color=black][i][b]'Greyus, how didst thine mission go?'[/b][/i][/color] the fourth Silent Brother also appeared before his master, on one knee.
'Lord,' he said, 'I kept an eye on Ialu for a while and witnessed the destruction of his hometown by a great dragon of crystal. I sensed the interference of the Great Reptile in the warlord's mind, though I know not what took place. It is my guess that they have struck up an alliance, for I found the skies littered with the skeletal bodies of many thousands of dragons. All were seemingly subserviant to Ialu, and at their head was that same, crystal dragon,' Thulemiz met this news with general indiference.

[color=black][i][b]'Well hast thou done, Silent Brother,'[/b][/i][/color] he told the Outsider, [color=black][i][b]'go thee back and keep watch,'[/b][/i][/color] and with that Greyus disappeared, returning to his operation. Thulemiz looked upon the people who surrounded him still and commanded Vyngis to take them away to the land of the Icy One, where they must build up a settlement and prepare to bring the inhabitants of those lands into the fold, with Rejys taking charge.

Thulemiz left them then, levitating with a dark cloud of smoke between him and the ground. He made his way through to the library, passing by the many tomes and books he had penned over the years. He passed by, also, the many weapons and armours they had collected from the CimeXenos and DyunXenos over time. Soon, he knew, the armours and weapons of the Victors would join the collection. Soon...

For now, however, he had something else on his mind. In one of the far corners of the library, a small space had been cleared. It was there that Thulemiz headed. The two Dyun children, now much older and larger than they were when first captured, lay sleeping together on the ground. In his kindness, Zerabil had placed hay in there for them and blankets, and it seemed that Rejys had continued this kind treatment of them  during his tenure.Around the two slept three Dyun younglings, the other two awake and prowling about. Zerabil had cast some Wi on them, ensuring that they could not leave the parameter. There were now seven in total. Silently, Thulemiz lifted the ones that were awake and set them afloat behind him. 

For a long time he experimented on the little things, using all the powers at his disposal - from those given him by Vowzra aforetime and those ones he gained from Vestec and Ialu's blood, and his powers and supreme knowledge over necromancy. When he was finally done with them, the two utterly subservient creatures which stood before him were no longer Dyun younglings, but towering Undead Ghouls.

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None would escape their wrath: men, Uri and CimeXenos alike would be transformed by their bite. But it was not here that they would be made useful. Summoning Dreyus, he commanded him to take them to Sviebard where they would be unleashed upon the locals and build up their numbers.

The night before Kanros had a bit of trouble finding a place for the night but a kind farmer allowed him a place to sleep in his barn house. Although not comfortable Kanros still had a restful night. He had conversed with the farmer and the farmer told him of the war happening and of Ialu. He couldn't help but think what bad luck the people of these lands had, and what if he could free them from Ialu's reign. But he didnt know where to start because he was having trouble fitting in amongst the other villagers. He was having trouble with some of them who disliked outsiders, but most seemed very docile and uncaring of the sudden appearance of Kanros. 

Kanros was seeing his new ability taking effect easily on some of the people in the village, although he decided not to take advantage of them for he wasn't greedy for attention. He rather just was now planning in his mind, thinking where he could gather enough followers to overtake the lands and sanctify this realm of its tyranny  He thought this as he lay in the darkness of the barn listening to the snorts of the pigs and the distant clucking of chickens and the sound of the cows in the stall beside his. Kanros had recently awoken from a nightmare of which he could not recall now but he remembered faintly it had to do with Vowzra and a man named Thulemiz. 

To Kanros this all was just a dream but it still sat at the back of his conscious. It was more apparent to him that it probably had some meaning, so he was going over its meaning in his mind. He wiped some sweat off his brow and turned over on the hay he was laying upon. Closing his eyes, he returned to sleep. 

The Lich Lord made his way out of the library, sensing the presence of a great many souls outside. The reason became clear when he found five of the Silent Six waiting there for him - Greyus was still keeping a watch on Ialu, no doubt. Alfid, Zarkin and Hikat were the source of the souls. Cimex souls  or human souls, it made no difference for they were all simply souls. Siezing upon them, he split them evenly between the five, two hundred for each of them, and seven hundred with Thulemiz.'The...the Cimex are...' Hikat paused, his disgust clear in his voice, 'they are slaughering each other unlike anything I have ever seen. Many have turned to cannibalism. We did not have draw our weapons at all, there was...there was so much death,' Thulemiz found this news rather elating - though it was clear that Hikat was not quite so happy.

[color=black][i][b]'Thou art a necromancer, Silent Brother. Delight in death,'[/b][/i][/color] and with that, the six of them flew into the air and made for the lands of Ialu. As Thulemiz and the Silent Brothers journeyed north, the Lich Lord's heightened senses picked up on a powerful entity. For a few moments he thought it to be Ialu himself, but when he focused on it he found it to be very different. Leading his Victors down, they came upon a small village. It was very recently built and rather run-down. 

Thulemiz could sense no more than seventy six souls in total, excluding the powerful entity. These were clearly people who had escaped Ialu's conquest of the Confederate Tribes. He could see among them those dressed in the Bear Tribe's traditional dress and others in that of the Jaghnir and Shanshir. It soon became clear that it was Chief Ilagi of the Shanshir tribe who was leading them. The man did always have a good head on his shoulders and probably evacuated who he could before the armies of Ialu were upon them. Thulemiz was not interested in the town's people, however. It was the farmhouse that attracted his attention. Floating towards it, flanked by his armoured Seers, each with a naginata in one hand and a wickedly sharp curved sword at their side. Upon entering the farmhouse, Thulemiz saw the man, and around him was the unmistakable mark of Vowzra. This...this was a demigod, for sure.

Kanros had armed himself only just as the intruders  

[i]"Who are these people and what do they want?"[/i]

He thought to himself as he saw the man stare directly at him with cold eyes almost seemingly dead looking 

Kanros narrowed his eyes and angrily said.

"What is the meaning of this intrusion!"

He spat at the men before him.

"Who are you people?!"

He said as he waved his sword around as if to keep them back but he knew one wrong move and he was probably is great danger because he had no recollection where his shield was.

[color=black][i][b]'Calm thyself,'[/b][/i][/color] came Thulemiz's voice, [color=black][i][b]'We come bearing thee no ill will,'[/b][/i][/color] the great cloaked figure floated closer to Kanros and observed him.
[color=black][i][b]'Thou art a child of Vowzra, art thou not?'[/b][/i][/color] he asked. Kanros nodded at the cloaked man who spoke.

"Yes I am the Son of Vowzra and who might you be?" He said as he lowered his sword and slumped down onto the hay bale he he had slept on.

[color=black][i][b]'I am Grandmaster Thulemiz, Son of Vowzra, the Celestial Above, Champion of Chaos. I am the Lich Lord, and I come to thee bearing an offer: ally with me. March against the warlord Ialu and...rescue the people from his tyranny,'[/b][/i][/color] Thulemiz descended and reached out with a dark, almost ethereal hand towards Kanros. 
[color=black][i][b]'Wilt thou join me, Child of Vowzra?'[/b][/i][/color]

[i]"This is Thulemiz!"[/i]

Kanros was surprised that his dream wasn't actually a dream but a premonition of what was to come and this man was no normal mortal, Kantos could tell that Thulmiz was a very powerful creature and that he wished for Ialu's tyrannical reign to end. Or at least, neither his words nor his aura suggested otherwise.

[i]"For what reasons though?"[/i]

Kanros looked at the hand extended towards him it seemed misty and incorporeal, almost see-through. Thulemiz was like a ghost to Kanros, although extremely powerful. Indeed, Thulemiz was not an entirely physical being, but neither was he completely ethereal. He was at the same time both and neither.

Kanros extended his hand as well, clasping that of the Lich Lord.

"I will join you Thulemiz and I shall help you gather a great army to march against lalu and we will watch his palace burn and fall apart as we free our people from his reign"

He said with elation and lust for battle. For so long had he wanted this. He wanted to paint his image across the world as the man mightier than Ialu and stronger than a dragon.

[color=black][i][b]'Then it is done,'[/b][/i][/color] and with that, the hands of the Silent Six were upon Thulemiz. The air shimmered around them all, and then they were gone.