Nameless Hero

Of Wings and Fire (SHELVED)

OF WINGS AND FIRE

Long, long ago, the mortal realms of Yor once lived in peace. All were blessed by the Goddess and wanted for nought, until one day the dragons descended from the heavens and laid waste to the lands. With wings of fire, they tore the world asunder, bringing a violent end to the Age of Bliss and ushering forth the Age of Darkness.

Calling out to the skies, humankind prayed for the Goddess to intervene and in answer she sent forth her warrior angels - radiant beings with wings of light - to do battle with the dragons. And there in the heavens did they clash for millennia.

So terrible and great was the destruction they wrought that the fields withered, giving rise to famine, and the dead lay in such number that a terrible miasma grew from their bodies, giving rise to disease. And in their desperation to survive, all who yet lived turned against one another, fighting over what little remained and giving rise to all consuming war.

Eventually, the angels of the Goddess prevailed against the dragons, but naught would be as it once was once was for the scars of the Great Battle lingered on. Food remained scarce, the miasma continues to plague the lands and all the realms could not forget nor forgive the hurts they'd inflicted upon one another.

Worse still, the presence of the dragons live on in those who partook of their blood and raised up arms in their service. These corrupted souls we call the Tainted will in time take on corrupted forms like that of their masters and if allowed to remain, they may yet complete the death of our world.

And so that is why we hunt them. So that the lands may one day heal, so that the realms of mortalkind may one day know peace and so that we, who laid the dragons low at great and terrible cost, may one day return to the side of the Goddess...

Where we belong.

Song

[Fae See] Starved Obsidian Necromantic System

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[Fae See] Starved Obsidian Necromantic System

"That's a good idea," a deathly voice rasped from the shadows. "But not necessary... at least for now."

Stepping out of an adjoining corridor hidden within the sides of the main chamber, a ghastly figure in tattered rags and a pale cracked skull for a face revealed itself.

Standing at the height of a man with hands wrapped in bandages and strips of leather, holding together the remains of decaying flesh, it was plain for all to see that the figure was undead. No different in appearance from the others encountered outside of the pyramid.

However unlike those others, this one's steps were fluid and possessed a sense of purpose. It was also very conspicuously not using the sword and dagger at its side to attack anyone.

Instead it rested a dessicated hand on the hilt of its weapon and continued conversationally, "Name's Bones. You must be ones who woke me up. This whole damn place too."

Pointing into the main chamber, Bones heaved an exasperated sigh - or at least the imitation of one - as he groused, "There lies your next obstacle and quite frankly it's got me stumped. Been trying to find a way to get further in, but no such luck."

[Fae See] Starved Obsidian Necromantic System

Rp'er name: Nameless Hero

Character name: Bo 'Bones'

Race: Undead

Equipment: Sword and dagger.

Spells/Abilities/talents/skills:
I Cannot Die - so long as the pyramid remains active, Bones cannot be killed by conventional means and any severed body parts are capable of reassembling.

Background:
During an ill-fated previous expedition to the pyramid, Bones - then known simply as Bo - was once a human adventurer of no particular skill, talent or renown. Simply a man with a sword trying to make his way in the world.

Being of such middling pedigree, the only reason why he would embark on such a dangerous mission into the darkest depths of the Fae See was due to the presence of those he travelled with. Powerful mages, peerless warriors and seasoned explorers, they were the foremost heroes of their time and Bo had the fortune of calling them his friends.

As fate would have it however, even such a mighty force was not enough to conquer the pyramid and now all serve as its undead guardians. All except for one.

Before the party's arrival to the site of their eventual doom, Bo had been placed under a spell of protection by one of his companions to make up for his lack of skill and experience. It worked after a fashion, though only after his death.

Although animated by the pyramid's necromantic energies, Bo's mind and soul remains his own due to the protection spell's effects. Now he seeks to free the souls of his friends, even if doing so results in the end of his very own unlife.

Appearance

Greetings

Sounds like just the thing I'm looking for! I'll go take a look.

Greetings

Once upon a time, all I ever did was read and write. Not so much anymore since I started working and real life took over everything else. Over years of neglect, nearly a whole decade in fact, I'm afraid my writing skills and creativity have all dried up, but screw it. Today, I've decided to make the time and go back to my roots. See if i still got it, even if only a little, which brings me here.

So a little about myself before I hop in, I've always preferred medieval fantasy type roleplays the most, but I have occasionally dabbled in sci-fi and modern settings. I may not have enough time to write as much as I want to, so apologies in advance if post length is an issue. I will however at the very minimal least write more than a single sentence.

As for hobbies, well... ever since I sold my soul to the company I work for, my only hobbies have been watching shows, playing with my pets (cat and dog) and exercising.

I may be rusty as hell, but nevertheless I'm looking forward to writing with you all.