[center][color=A9E2F3][h1]𝕻𝖆𝖗’𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝕰𝖙𝖍’𝕰𝖗𝖆𝖝[/h1]
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[i]"The time has come... for the gathering of souls."[/i][/color][/center]
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He had been there when Camelot fell to the destruction that the Dark King wrought. The sheer number of deaths that had happened in such a short amount of time hadn’t gone unseen to the eyes of the Apostles of Death, and as such the Guide had been dispatched to the devastated land to assess the situation. For a while, the semblance of the legendary Reaper had been guiding the lost souls back to their rightful place, for the calamity that had happened upon this kingdom had left so many scattered across the land.

That was until Lancelot met the Apostle personally. But that story was known only by the Dark Lord and his newly made Knight on that fateful day. Ever since, Par’Sath had taken residence in Moonlake Keep, awaiting the arrival of what would become Lancelot’s personal elite. His time spent at the castle was brief, for the Guide always had a duty to uphold as a Spiritual Guide to accomplish. Until many souls had begun gathering at Moonlake. 

Finally, the time had come…

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Among the varied decorations that glorified the eerie beauty of the castle’s hall, there stood a peculiar set of armor and robes that depicted what maybe would have been a battlemage. The armor looked clean, as if it had been recently used but never suffered from the signs of battle. It stood in the corner of the room, overlooking the dinner and its new arrivals, unmoved and silent. For, in the end, it was but another mundane piece of equipment, without its wearer anyway.

In contrast, floating high above the table, slowly creeping unseen upon the scene that was the gathering of the dark knights, the immaterial form of the Deathless One graced the hall of his unknown presence. Par’Sath Eth’Etherax, known by very few as the Guide of the Damned, took his time scrutinizing the souls that had gathered in this place.  

[i]No soul, only energy residing into the body of a pure-blooded immortal.
 A strong soul attuned with the world of magic.
A soul with an ever-changing body.
 A soul bound to the cursed fate of the undeath.
A faithful soul strongly attuned to the energy of an otherworldly existence.
 A soul faithful only to its duty.
The unmistakable soul of one that leads a pack of tribal beastkin.
 The bright soul of a fragile but vivid creature that did not originally belonged to this mortal shell.
Something wrong. Something with no soul, but no presence felt at all. A void that hungered for more.
 The soul of a conqueror of its small but ingenious kin.
An otherworldly energy born from chaotic energies.
 A soul attuned to the world of emptiness.
A frostborn soul brought back in the body of undeath.
 The demonic presence of one attuned with destruction and primordial elements.[/i]

Lancelot had picked a peculiar choice of Knights for his project. The call that beckoned many different being around this table had been sent to many, with promises of safety, glory, destruction, hefty rewards, treaties, and unspoken deals. It would be an overstatement to say that this was an interesting situation for the Apostle, but it was a case that had drawn the spiritual being into collaborating with this gathering of souls.

Now that most of the invited had arrived and been analyzed, Par’Sath returned to the world of the living, his spirit slowly drifting back towards the set of armor that had been standing still in the corner of the room long before the Knights entered the hall. Binding himself to the piece of equipment, a pair of ethereal ghostly wings appeared on the back of the imposing set of robed armor plates, much like an Angel of Death that had manifested itself. 

With slow and light steps, the Apostle walked towards the group of Knights that were feasting and interacting with each other, until he reached an impersonal but sufficient distance to meet with the gathering.

[color=A9E2F3]“Hail, Knights.“[/color] a deep whisper with sufficient power to reach the ears of all despite the silence emanating from his being.

And now, with the introduction done, the Deathless One awaited a sign of the Dark Lord to unite this group of souls into the purpose they had been gathered for.