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Kazenvel Nazduin · Visitor Joined: 23 Nov 2004 Posts: 1

Britannian date: Nov 15, 349

So long, It has been so long since that day. The day father finally went insane. I remember it well, perhaps too well. The intense lunacy in his eyes as he ended mother, He did it hoping his misdeed would never reach the ears of Umbra. I mean, he never loved her anyways. After Rhyllia was born he abandoned the both of them in the forest and continued his studies there. Then again, mother may have lied too, I don't trust Luna natives much either.

I remember the corrupted forest, as well as the chains that bound my mother, sister, and I to that tree. I also remember our meals brought to us by the man that mother said was my father; the tall, pale man with long silver hair. The meals... The memory makes me sick. On a good day, we had uncooked rats. Unskinned, even. Fur, tail and all. That was difficult, especially when you tried to eat in the middle of surgery. I'm sure the surgery left scars, but they're on my back and obviously I can't check.

I also remember being punished. All of us, if I remember right. Mother, Rhyllia and I. For speaking when not being spoken to, he would take a blade to our lips. For looking him in the eye without being directed to do so, he'd dig his finger nails right under our eyeball. Not behind the eye-lid, but right where the eyeball meets the edge of the socket. And that whip.. I hoped to strangle him with it one day, but now that day will never come. Never? No, but something better may happen.

But back to the day mother passed, I don't remember very well why it happenned. I remember how though, I wish I didn't but I do. Etched into my brain since that day. He forced her to drink from a goblet filled with a green liquid. Poison maybe? I don't know, I'll have nothing to do with his perverse alchemy. In a frenzy, he began to beat her with a spiked club. I saw the fury in his eyes, those malignant, yellow eyes. In time, her breath was substituted with a bloody canvas. Father left, and returned maybe an hour later with a soldier clad in skeleton armor, dragging a blood-stained axe alongside himself.

"Drop them into the abyss, tell no one." Father said as he tossed a black purse to the ground. The contents of the purse made a metallic sound, looking back on it I can only assume it was money. Father turned back towards Umbra without so much as a word.

The soldier was enormous, thick pale muscles bulged out through the crevices of the bone pieces that served as armor. He grabbed Rhyllia and I by the necks and we were dragged to the forbidden area of the forest; Recently I heard it was called Doom. With each pace towards the edge of the abyss, I felt my heart pound harder and harder. However, a most peculiar thing happenned. The soldier dropped Rhyllia and I, and when we looked up at him he was engaged in a battle with a demon. Rhyllia took the opportunity to run, I on the other hand stayed to watch. To be honest, I was mesmerized by the strength of the infernal creature, and watching the demon throw the soldier around akin to a wolf tossing around a wounded rabbit amused me. Needless to say, the soldier died. Before I caught the demons attention, I ran. I ran to western Malas, where I learned to steal from the passers-by, advocating what little magic I learned in the corrupted forest. I stockpiled supplies, arcane tomes, reagents, and a bit of weaponry in the mountains south of Luna. I believe that settlement is called Sanctus now, but I've seen them only from atop the mountain.

For some time his name has been booming; he became a lich lord and ruled over Umbra. I'm sure he treasures this position, power has always been one thing he never seemed able to live without. Something that if given to another, would cause him to go over the deep end entirely. This.. "Order of the Ebon Skull", and the lich lord, I've read and heard quite a bit about them, and their God. Father is unworthy, he is weak. I'm sure he doesn't punish the masses for a God that bestows him with power; He punishes out of self-pleasure.

Admoreth, Father, Lich Lord, I don't know what to call you.

But I'm coming for your skull.