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[center][h3]The Corrupter[/h3][/center]
[center]Level Two God of Perfection (Corruption)[/center]
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[center][h3]The First Borns[/h3][/center]

The God of Perfection, nestled within the heart of Pervanon, slept for a time. It was not his intention, he did not need sleep to function, yet it came. And this sleep brought about a nightmare he had not even conceived of. One of horror and degradation.

[i]He stood alone within a vast stretch of nothing. He could not describe it, not feel it, nor see it. Yet a humming persisted, growing louder as it came with its perfect tone. Larwen could not move, yet his instincts told him to run, to flee from such a noise. But why he asked? What fear drove a god such as he? To abandon all sense, all thought and give into such primitive instincts? But as the humming loomed about him from all angles, no answer came to him. No voice in the nothing could be heard, just the humming as it loomed all about him. That perfectly dreadful humming. It drove him mad with fright, thought abandoning him as he felt his flesh be ripped apart. He could not fight back, he was powerless. But instinct told him but one simple thing.

And so Larwen screamed. 
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On Galbar the scream was heard. Throughout Pervanon it went, throughout the Anathema's, and perhaps beyond. All who thought to listen would hear. All mortal life would grow quiet, for such a noise was terrifying. But the perfected souls, upon hearing his divine cry, went into a frenzy. Not soon after, a part of Larwen's might left his body then, willed without thought and latching itself upon the very black stone of the mountain. Pervanon groaned, and heaved as rock broke itself apart, developing itself into something [i]more[/i]. When the mountain finally quieted, over a dozen empty shells stood throughout its depths, but not for long. For the greatest of the ley souls took root inside of them, and at last, they were [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/5a/4f/f3/5a4ff38cd6c09b1078101d6bae2410dd--blizzard-diablo-diablo-.jpg]born.[/url] Instinct rushed them to their master's side.

And at last when Larwen woke with a start, they stood over him illuminating the dark with their bodies and he knew what they were. [i]His children.[/i] The first born of the mountain, perfected beings in all their splendor. He rose to his full height, yet they loomed over him still. Unwavering, fixated upon their master, almost as if they were waiting for something. They needed a name.

[color=maroon]"I shall name thee, the Zalsarix, and I will teach you wonders, in time. For now, leave me."[/color]

Hesitantly, the Zalsarix left Larwen alone. He had a great deal to think about, for the nightmare was still fresh in his mind. Such a dream should not have happened, for one such as he to succumb to such... No, it had to be pushed aside. No more resting, no more sleeping, and no more nightmares. There was work to do.


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Larwen fell asleep without knowing he could, as such he had a nightmare where he felt his body being eaten.
The only thing he can do is scream, and this scream can be heard by anyone who was listening. Mortal creatures will become terrified for a time.
The scream also sent off a chain reaction in Pervanon where his might was unwittingly used to create a bodies for his corrupted souls.
The Zalsarix are created. Look to the picture and creation sheet to know more.
Larwen then tells himself not to think about the nightmare and get on with his plans.

[b]Might Summary
Larwen
Level 2 God
4/5 Might Left
-1 might used to create Zalsarix
0 miracles
3/4 to level.[/b]
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