encore wrote:No one knows me, but I'm encore. I'm semi-active on the 'Some Fraxy Forum' forum, and a member of another forum Dabir is active on. Cross-pollination FTW.
(Character pending xD)
Why not Introduce yourself at a proper forum in this site?
Unless you already have.
Name: Moltoven Eurynome
Race: Human
Appearance: An average human, standing 5 foot 10, dark brown hair, blue eyes. Wears red clothes. Makes the blood less noticeable. Often wears a black cloak while traveling. A darge dagger with blood red runes adorning the blade hangs from his right hip, and a necklace with two small bones attached rests around his neck.
Backstory: Moltoven had a fair childhood. He lived in a small village in Foroland. He lived alone with his two parents in a small hut on the western edge of town, on a hill overlooking Alnkek. Legends and rumours were common of great shadows moving through the mountains, but nothing ever came of it. At least, not for many years.
On one evening, however, the claims surfaced again. A great black shadow was spotted on a cliff-side overlooking the town. Few thought much of it, just another trick of the light or delusion of the fearful. But people took notice when the shadow began moving closer, a dread silhouette. The strongest men took up arms, standing sentinel at the edge of town. Moltoven and his Mother hid in their home. His father was with the other men. Son and Mother laid in waiting, screams echoing through the village. The men were no match for the beast that had descended upon them. Men were swept off their feet, eviscerated, and crushed. But Moltoven's father managed to escape, running home to try to flee the town with his family. Moltoven grabbed one of his father's daggers on the way out, hiding it in his clothing.
They nearly made it. Nearly. Moltoven's mother fell first, struck from behind by the leaping beast. Moltoven's father fought in vain against the demon while Moltoven ran, hiding in a nearby home. The shade grabbed the protective father's sword, running it through him and leaving him to die before heading for the last human in town.
From his hiding place, Moltoven watched the Demon enter, searching for its prey. Drawing his father's dagger, he waited for a chance. It came, with the demon facing away from him. In desperation, Moltoven struck the demon with the dagger, putting all his strength into the movement. Whether by luck, magic, or miracle, the dagger impaled the shadow's heart, killing that which had slain an entire town effortlessly.
Surrounded by the corpses of his friends and family, Moltoven realized, with dread, that he was completely alone. Though he knew little of magic, he was desperate. He had heard of many rituals undergone by wizards in other regions, and he had a very powerful focus before him: the body of a demon. Hewing the beast's heart from its flesh and dragging his parents to the centre of town, he placed the three on the stone in the town square. He drew great circles in the ground using the demon's blood, with the heart at the centre, and his parents on either side. Impaling the heart with the dagger, he hoped - wished - willed - with all his mind, that the ritual would succeed. It did, but of course, necromancy is an incomplete art. The dead can be animated, they can not be unkilled. His parents were mindless husks. An anger overtook him. Repeating the ritual with as many bodies as he could before he was completely drained, he built a small legion of undead. Vowing to wipe out the entirety of the demons like the one that had ended his village, he marched towards Alnkek.
Finding the fortress empty, he decided to adopt it as his new home. It would be here that he would spend two decades perfecting his art. He created many ritualistic artifacts. Blood from the demon is stained in his father's dagger, forming bloody runes. When his parents rotted away, he took a bone from each, stringing them onto a necklace. A great stone slab in the fortress is carved with circles like that original one, an icon of the demon's heart engraved in the center. From time to time one of the beasts would appear, and the heart was always collected in an attempt to enhance the enchantments built up on the dagger over many years.
But Moltoven grew tired of years of hiding, waiting in the shunned palace, scrounging the bodies of nearby villages. He began to make plans to set out. To begin a crusade against the beasts and demons who destroy towns like his own. From the centre of the world, all is available.
