Ebon Skull Archives: Treadeau Du'rome the Possessed
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This is reposted from OES documentation for the pleasure of the Atlantic Community. Story by Treadeau Du'rome of OES.
He was once a lover of knowledge as a normal human a human who studied the arts of the occult. But no more! He has broken free of that realm the realm of humanity. He is now a dark man whose soul is bound to the darker powers that used his own weakness against him.
He was apprenticed to a mage in the town of Vesper and the the night before he was to be released into the life of a wandering mage is when it started. He did not really look forward to the life of a mage, a mage who has not established himself with a fortune of money has a long hard road ahead of him. But that night something sinister was about and that is when the transformation began.
"You have had enough of the life of a ordinary mage? Am I right? The combining of reagents and the making of potions to create spells that give you no more knowledge than you had before! Your talents are being wasted!" a voice with vast power spoke to him.
Scared of the voice he replied meekly "Yes, I agree with you."
"I can give you knowledge so vast that your power will match that of even the greatest wizard in the land of Sosaria."
Enchanted with some type of spell and he cried out "Explain how!"
"Go to the graveyard with your dagger in hand and upon reaching the graveyard plunge it into your belly and see that you are near death. From there I shall take over and you shall be more powerful than you ever dreamed."
That is what the young boy did he left his small room in the mage shop for the graveyard and he attempted suicide. His mind was caught in some type of sorcery that caused him to do the voice's beckoning. Upon breathing his last breath a spirit from the ethereal plane materialized and entered the body of the dying young mage. With that his body was healed and it began a transformation, his hair and eyes wear turned black as the unlit sea, as that happened the clean shaven face grew a small beard that appeared black as the rest of his hair. His soul and body had been taken over by a powerful being a being who had mastered the art of possession.
The dark being spoke "This body is weak and his powers are weaker but with the greater powers of Oblivion and Entropy backing me as they did the last time. Nothing shall stop me. I shall prove once again that I am the most powerful Necromancer in Britannia. And nothing shall stop me this time!"