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[Dormack Shander]

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Admoreth had fallen and a new reign had taken over the Ebon Skull. Tyranthraxus was the first, from there on the Ebon Skull, as people knew it spun into disaster. Ranks and sects were all discarded, veterans, those who devoted everything to the Ebon Skull, were now as equal as everyone else.

Dormack had watched as everything he’d known slowly fell apart. Leader after leader, member after member, everyone and everything was growing weak. Darmug and Dormack took their leave from The Order of the Ebon Skull. Two of the most physically dangerous people from the Ebon Skull, both were on the path of becoming Death Knights.

They traveled to the only other place they knew had any link to their “lives”, Caina. Together they built a structure and both resided from it. Dormack continued his pursuit in becoming a full Death Knight, Darmug did not.

Time had passed on the Island of Caina. Even that had begun to crumble apart. Darmug, who seemed nearly a brother to Dormack, had given up his path. He was cleansed by the living, and once again fought beside them. It was irrelevant to Dormack’s cause; he was going to become a Death Knight, no matter what. He knew it’d be overly difficult, next to impossible. The only way he’d ever known to become a Death Knight was by serving The Ebon Skull, and sooner or later they’d reward you.

Time continued to pass; Dormack had reached the final level of his path to becoming a Death Knight. One more step and it’d be completed, his rebirth. Emotions had not befallen over the undead magi, merely anxiousness. He knew quite well that it was impossible for him to perform the unbirth himself. Was anyone worthy of helping his cause still around?

One day while Dormack stayed in his exiled solitude, his eyes caught a flash. A beam of light erected into the sky, the hue lit the Island for all to see. After that day, every so often, he’d hear and see things on the Island that were out of the ordinary.

Caina had fallen and nothing of his old ways was left for him to cherish, that he knew of. He overheard minors talk about the newly formed Alliance between Moonglow and Umbra. Now he knew that Umbra had risen again, but under different management. The Order of the Ebon Skull had nothing to do with this new collectivity of people.

The wind blew fiercely on Dagger Island. Dormack trailed through the snow, his shroud being lifted violently every so often. His boots seemed to crush effortlessly through the snow; the bite from the wind had no effect on the skeletal form of Dormack. The two men stood under the archway of their home, they were exchanging conversation rather loudly due to the screaming winds.

"I hear the Conclave is being beaten back!" Yelled the one on the left.

"Aye! Apparently the so called Daemon Lord and Lich Lord are failing to unleash their fury!" Chuckled the other.

Dormack came to an abrupt stop after the words "Lich Lord" were spoken. He backed up a couple of steps and listened closer to their conversation. The two men turned and noticed the stranger staring in their direction.

"Is there a problem?" One of them asked.

"Where are these Lords located?" Dormack asked, the first time he had spoken outloud for quite sometime. His voice seemed eary, even to himself.

"Only rumours have spoken, but it is said their located on Fire Island. Their allies are in Umbra however."

Dormack nodded slightly. He was slightly confused as to why the Lich Lord would be located on Fire Island. He was slightly confused to as why the Daemon Lord had risen once again. He wasn't as confused when he heard Umbra had allied them. Dormack reached to his dark brown hood and gently he pulled it back. Both men gasped at the sight of the skeletal figure. It's white skull seemed rough and mangled, his eye sockets were empty. With a quick snap, he tore the rest of the shroud away. Pure black armor covered his torso, a cloak as grey as they come flapped in the wind.

"Wha..What are you?" They asked worriedly.

"Many would call me a Death Knight." He replied coldly, with no emotion in his tone. "You may call me Death." a cackled erupted from the skull, growing louder and louder. Both men turned to flee. "Flam Kal Des Ylem!" Dormack hollarded. The clouds parted slightly, revealing a darkened sky, the earth began to rumble. He held both hands out and dug his feet into the ground. Molten rocks of fire decended from his plams, they drove forward, nothing could stop this meteor swarm. Both men fell to the ground, hard.

Dormack pulled the shroud back over his body. Tugging the hood over his skull he turned on his heel and marched off towards his place of solitude.

"It's time to visit Fire Island."
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