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Essence of the World: The New Age [CLOSED]

Reminded me a little of Lazarus. If you play Dungeons and Dragons you'll get the reference too but if not don't worry about it.

The Aesteria Chronicles (Fantasy Adventure, Steampunk Elements)

Oh thank goodness I was gonna say Rtron you bastard I'm still painting my bloody master piece you can't rush art

The Aesteria Chronicles (Fantasy Adventure, Steampunk Elements)

I think this looks like a fascinating role play if you have room

Winds of War (A Nordic Dungeons and Dragons Adventure)

haven't a clue this looks like it's dead

Essence of the World: The New Age [CLOSED]

The prodigal son returns.

Hope y'all like the dark side of Lazarus. I think I got it right in that post. lemme know what you think

Essence of the World: The New Age [CLOSED]

Dark Side of the Moon - Early Morning Lazarus stood over the open grave. He’d bothered with a shovel. Funny thing doing it with your own hands, when you used magic it seemed so callous. Disrespectful really if you thought about it. If you’re going to use someones bones for soldiers then you could at the very least go to the trouble of digging them up. The coffin lid was open exposing the bones of a cop killed in the line of duty. Lazarus pursed his lips. Perhaps it was time to stop doing this, diggin up the dead was never a good thing to do. Reanimating them was an even worse thing to be doing, but never the less he needed them. Lazarus hopped into the open grave to collect the corpse. Passing his hand over the open box he whispered an Egyptian prayer for the dead. It was the least he could do. Drawing Dracul he planted it in the earth beside the coffin raising his hands he drew on the essence in the sword. It was like submerging oneself in oil a thick hateful oil that poisoned the skin. It sloughed off him and into the box. First Lazarus stripped away the remaining flesh, leaving behind a clean set of white bones. The next part was harder. Unlike in movies and video games skeletons wouldn’t hold themselves together, they needed something to hold the bones together. Lazarus began weaving a semi organic material between the bones so that they could become mobile again. After that was done he began using a set of miniscule crystals to etch very old ruins into the bones. They would store the energy he needed for them to be mobile. They would also store tactics and techniques for combat as well as spells to enhance their capabilities. Revenants were deadly tools, they had a very limited intelligence which meant he didn’t need to be in constant contact with them like his zombies. The last thing he did was layer in the last set of runes, runes that when activated would consume the Revenant. No one else needed to know how to make these monsters. It was bad enough that he did. ‘The creation is not the monster, it’s the creator.’ He thought back to his conversation with Hazumi, she wasn’t a monster just because she’d been created for a deadly purpose. Lazarus narrowed his eyes. “Guess that means i’m the monster, Kathleen forgive me. I have good intentions.” He stopped as chills ran up his spine and his vision narrowed The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intention, Lazarus. Lazarus grabbed the hilt of Dracul. “Rise Again! And serve a greater purpose!” The Skeleton lurched from its grave. With a sour look Lazarus pointed. The creature climbed out of the grave. Lazarus veiled it and lead it back to his flat where he interned the Revenant. The room was like a morgue with large square locking doors, He’d had them added recently. And there were rows and rows of them. Lazarus rolled the pull out tray back into the recess and closed the door on the Revenant. Looking left and right down the tunnel he sighed, there were some many. With that he turned and walked down the corridor. Climbing the stairs he switched off the lights. They clunked out, a bank at a time till the whole corridor was shrouded in darkness. With a heave the heavy door slammed shut with a resounding bang. The locks slammed home. With that closed, Lazarus went for a drink.

Winds of War (A Nordic Dungeons and Dragons Adventure)

Uldran could hear the start of the festival from the clearing a quarter of a mile outside of Cypress Falls. He'd just finished cleaning the shrine to Tyr. His morning had started with training and a work out before he'd begun the process of fighting back the forest and restoring the shrine. It had taken him the better part of the day, saplings had to be cleared away and old growth removed that had begun to encroach on the standing stones. The shrine itself had to be brushed clean of the fallen needles and cones from the surrounding forest before the grime was scrubbed from it. Uldran sat in silence enjoying the forest and the chill as he ate a late lunch. The hard cheese and dried meat were trail rations but he rarely ate anything but the trail rations. It was never good to let oneself indulge even in this like food. Although with the coming festival he suspected he could let loose a little bit. As the heat from his workout fled his body Uldran pulled a cloak he'd made from the skin of one of the wolves that ran the fringes of Cypress Falls. Finishing the lunch he stood and made sure the shrine was in order one last time before he disappeared into the trees head for the sound of music.

Winds of War (A Nordic Dungeons and Dragons Adventure)

Whatever works

Winds of War (A Nordic Dungeons and Dragons Adventure)

Okay so I promised a back story and never bothered to post it so here it is. It's a pretty quick read.

Backstory

Uldran Firebrand was born to Kalresh a potent Orc Wizard whose wife died in childbirth leaving Kalresh to care for their only child Uldran. As Kalresh grew older he left behind the clan and moved to the logging town of Cypress falls in hopes of passing on his legacy to his son away from the rest of the world. Uldran had other plans. His grandsire Grolack had been a powerful and wise warrior and while his son Kalresh had inherited his cunny he had inherited less of his physical prowess. Not so with Uldran. His father watched as he grew into a massive youth with the blood of his grandfather flowing in his veins. The physical might that had passed over Kalresh, his son had inherited. He had little interest or aptitude for the ways of magic that his father had tried to instill in him. Uldran quickly took to life as a logger but he was not fated to stay there long. During a raid by bandits Uldran ran into a burning building to help save a family and in so doing was forced to lift a burning beam with his right hand. After that he could never use it properly again.

In the coming years Kalresh recognized his son’s potential and instead of forcing him to learn magic began to teach his son the ways of a warrior. While his right hand was of no use he still had use of his left and that was enough. The next time the bandits came Kalresh and Uldran helped to drive them away but in the fight Kalresh was slain. Uldran chased the remaining few bandits and confronted them, in the ensuing fight Uldran was almost killed as well but for the grace of the God Tyr. Lending him strength and power Tyr turned Uldran into a champion of law in a lawless place. When Uldran returned to Cypress Falls it was as a staunch follower of Tyr and with a new purpose in life. To protect and bring order.

Since then Uldran has given up his life as a logger and devoted himself to maintaining the shrine to Tyr in Cypress Falls, training, and acting as a Lawman for the people of Cypress Falls.

Winds of War (A Nordic Dungeons and Dragons Adventure)

No worries I suspected something like that might be the case