The Far realm
The Architects hold the key to oblivion. The Tome and the Heart must be one. I now know the truth. Stealing away into a bastion within the Far Realm, attainable only by the Architects desire to watch me force destruction and suffering upon the planes, I have started to finalize the processes of the Shadowweave Infuser now that her Lady's eyes are averted. The Madness reach she called it, the hub of my plans and the realization that I am truly not solitary in my desires.
One does not care that an innocent must be sacrificed for me to reach the Far realm, tis a nesseccary evil to fuel my cause and an act I willingly take great pleasure in. You see, a key that allows one to reach The Far realm, where no man dare go without losing ones sanity, is inevitably wanting of souls so to open a gateway into the madness beyond.
But how ironic. "No man can venture there without losing their sanity", but I am no man, I am no mortal and I have no sanity to lose for how can a being who wishes to destroy the planes and cause nothing but anguish and turmoil still be the weak, pathetic human he once was?
But I now know the truth. The gods must perish, the planes must burn, the mists of Ravenloft must consume everything so I can rebuild the Multiverse, forge it with the architects to the environment we so desire. But, I look too deep into the future for the present holds much more than the darkness of deeds to come.
It is unusual how one can feel contented being in a location so similar to ones home, veiled in mists as the howls of the damned echo throughout the valleys' surrounding my castle, Castle Zeidenberg, so named after my home which has quite the quaint feel to it, the idea of reminiscence over ones former home. I admit the location is somewhat eerie yet I find myself comfortably enjoying this new home.
The Shadoweave Infuser lies safely within this realm, on the highest spire of Castle Zeidenberg where, as I please, I can work upon its finer details to ensure success upon my next using it. Now I wait until I can use the blood of that Bleaker to infuse my soul with the Shadowweave, the first step to indominable power.
Kain, Shadow of Ravenloft
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*Beth'aya 'Starshine'
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Castle Zeidenberg.
Part I: The Shadowweave Infuser
That which is set in motion cannot be prevented for now, with the gaze of the Lady of Pain averted, one can truly become a God. The Athar's plan are the same as mine and as such the gods shall perish and a new age shall emerge from the ashes of a burning multiverse. My castle lies deep within the Far realm, the Shadowweave infuser now set in motion and the blood of the innocent child, prepared to meet the machine so I may infuse my soul with the very shadowweave itself. As such I have discovered a better use for the bleakers blood, a use more befitting a state of transgretion.
The time has come to remove the mask, to relieve me of the facade, for now I shall cease playing the pawn, playing the incoherant fool and set my plans in motion, utterly. Castle Zeidenberg shall serve as my laboratory, my bastion and my barracks so one might forge an army worthy of trampling the multiverse itself. To destroy the gods, to reforge the multiverse as the Architects have deemed fit. I, Kain, The champion of Oblivion shall exact the will of the Book of Utopia, to unleash suffering and pain, to forge anguish and turmoil in the name of hatred.
One must now transcend all notions of mortality and immortality, to forge oneself into the very being of nightmares and agony, to throw away the shackles of fate and renew ones destiny to that created by oneself. The darkness of castle Zeidenberg, relenetless and indivisable, will be the seat of my empire and the sacrifices to infinate power shall be wreaked throughout the planes as the mists of Ravenloft fuel my destruction.
As a man I could not truly fathom the knowledge locked within the book of Utopia but none are as we once were, do you not feel that we have already shaken off the binds of mortality, how we have evolved to something altogether more powerful that the deities themselves? Only in time can one truly realize the fate of the multiverse as I, Kain, shall scribe a new destiny for the planes to watch them burn as history is rewritten, as time collapses upon itself and a new fate shall be decided, as I choose, as I forge and as I reckon.
The Shadowweave Infuser lies deep within a recess of Castle Zeidenberg, guarded by those that have stumbled into my fold, spirits, wraiths of unimaginable cruellty, stolen from a chamber within the Morgtuary in Sigil, tormented and wreathed in suffering, devout to the defence of the Shadowweave infuser. Even from the highest peak of the tallest spire one can hear the humming the machine that shall rewrite my destiny, shal fuse my very being with the Shadowweave itself.
These minions of Undeath patrol the halls of my bastion, vigilantly guarding the machine, their silent paths trailing throughout the infinate of the Far Realm, the only sounds being the hum of the machine and the howls of the damned that lie past the valley of torment as in the Isle of Madness, the seat of my castle, life ceases to exist only a torturing hatred of the hypocracy that damned the spirits of the lost to this hell. Time ceases to exist. Yet, these spirits will serve me, relentless in their servitude if only to exact revenge upon the gods that have cursed them, that have betrayed them.
Allies lie within Sigil, the city of doors, allies that have influence and guile, capable of distracting others from my plans so I can transcend this fettering state of mortality and become that deity of chaos, of insanity that I am destined to become. Now, as the plans are set in motion, I must wait for the correct moment to activate the machine and step into my destiny...
Part I: The Shadowweave Infuser
That which is set in motion cannot be prevented for now, with the gaze of the Lady of Pain averted, one can truly become a God. The Athar's plan are the same as mine and as such the gods shall perish and a new age shall emerge from the ashes of a burning multiverse. My castle lies deep within the Far realm, the Shadowweave infuser now set in motion and the blood of the innocent child, prepared to meet the machine so I may infuse my soul with the very shadowweave itself. As such I have discovered a better use for the bleakers blood, a use more befitting a state of transgretion.
The time has come to remove the mask, to relieve me of the facade, for now I shall cease playing the pawn, playing the incoherant fool and set my plans in motion, utterly. Castle Zeidenberg shall serve as my laboratory, my bastion and my barracks so one might forge an army worthy of trampling the multiverse itself. To destroy the gods, to reforge the multiverse as the Architects have deemed fit. I, Kain, The champion of Oblivion shall exact the will of the Book of Utopia, to unleash suffering and pain, to forge anguish and turmoil in the name of hatred.
One must now transcend all notions of mortality and immortality, to forge oneself into the very being of nightmares and agony, to throw away the shackles of fate and renew ones destiny to that created by oneself. The darkness of castle Zeidenberg, relenetless and indivisable, will be the seat of my empire and the sacrifices to infinate power shall be wreaked throughout the planes as the mists of Ravenloft fuel my destruction.
As a man I could not truly fathom the knowledge locked within the book of Utopia but none are as we once were, do you not feel that we have already shaken off the binds of mortality, how we have evolved to something altogether more powerful that the deities themselves? Only in time can one truly realize the fate of the multiverse as I, Kain, shall scribe a new destiny for the planes to watch them burn as history is rewritten, as time collapses upon itself and a new fate shall be decided, as I choose, as I forge and as I reckon.
The Shadowweave Infuser lies deep within a recess of Castle Zeidenberg, guarded by those that have stumbled into my fold, spirits, wraiths of unimaginable cruellty, stolen from a chamber within the Morgtuary in Sigil, tormented and wreathed in suffering, devout to the defence of the Shadowweave infuser. Even from the highest peak of the tallest spire one can hear the humming the machine that shall rewrite my destiny, shal fuse my very being with the Shadowweave itself.
These minions of Undeath patrol the halls of my bastion, vigilantly guarding the machine, their silent paths trailing throughout the infinate of the Far Realm, the only sounds being the hum of the machine and the howls of the damned that lie past the valley of torment as in the Isle of Madness, the seat of my castle, life ceases to exist only a torturing hatred of the hypocracy that damned the spirits of the lost to this hell. Time ceases to exist. Yet, these spirits will serve me, relentless in their servitude if only to exact revenge upon the gods that have cursed them, that have betrayed them.
Allies lie within Sigil, the city of doors, allies that have influence and guile, capable of distracting others from my plans so I can transcend this fettering state of mortality and become that deity of chaos, of insanity that I am destined to become. Now, as the plans are set in motion, I must wait for the correct moment to activate the machine and step into my destiny...
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*Beth'aya 'Starshine'
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Castle Zeidenberg.
Part II: 'Where Devils Dare'
Damnation to the angel Naya'il, where it not for her vein attempts to save that child her soul would be mine, the catalyst for me to return to my castle. Yet the child escaped with that winged fiend and that repulsive angel whos very aura of purity discusts me to the very bone. But, I can say this much, at least the child is not in her within her 'defensive' grasp but wandering Sigil, possibly held captive by the fiend who's armour appeared resiliant to my Dark Powers.
But oh, how the Shadowweave infuser has changed me, has empowered me. My powers are inevitably superior to that which they once were as I can easily channel my dark powers and stun foes with but a whisper, I can channel noxious acid from the ground and project searing blood from my very hands, the clear gift of the Shadwoweave and book of Utopia combined. Yet something about my very being has changed. I have learned to drain the blood of my foes to quench my hunger and to empower my dark powers.
Though the inevitability of progression also brings a hinderance. With this new found power I must not learn to conceal myself from the wandering eyes of 'angels', Naya'il being the prime candidate for such concealment for she cannot know of the true source of my power lest she speak too much and hinder my plans. Now I must hunt that child or one of equal innocence so to reach the Far Realm once more.
Part II: 'Where Devils Dare'
Damnation to the angel Naya'il, where it not for her vein attempts to save that child her soul would be mine, the catalyst for me to return to my castle. Yet the child escaped with that winged fiend and that repulsive angel whos very aura of purity discusts me to the very bone. But, I can say this much, at least the child is not in her within her 'defensive' grasp but wandering Sigil, possibly held captive by the fiend who's armour appeared resiliant to my Dark Powers.
But oh, how the Shadowweave infuser has changed me, has empowered me. My powers are inevitably superior to that which they once were as I can easily channel my dark powers and stun foes with but a whisper, I can channel noxious acid from the ground and project searing blood from my very hands, the clear gift of the Shadwoweave and book of Utopia combined. Yet something about my very being has changed. I have learned to drain the blood of my foes to quench my hunger and to empower my dark powers.
Though the inevitability of progression also brings a hinderance. With this new found power I must not learn to conceal myself from the wandering eyes of 'angels', Naya'il being the prime candidate for such concealment for she cannot know of the true source of my power lest she speak too much and hinder my plans. Now I must hunt that child or one of equal innocence so to reach the Far Realm once more.
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*Beth'aya 'Starshine'
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Castle Zeidenberg.
Part III: The Fellblade of Corruption.
At last the blood of Zilvai has proven useful, has proven beneficial to my regime. Within the dank walls of my laboratory, locked within the Far Realm, I have forged a gem fashioned from the bleakers blood to which I shall emblazon upon my blade, The Fellblade of Corruption. In time the weapon shall drain her very essences and imbue my blade with her powers, though a portion, a sentimental section that will bring me closer to my future nemesis.
How the delightful screams of the damned, tormented by an eternity trapped within the wicked blade, fill my ears, their turmoil and strife evident as they howl for sweet release only for I to use them to replenish my army, now locked in the Unseelies effort to overthrow the Seelie court. Already I can feel her essence locked within, waiting for release, waiting for the moment it can cleave into flesh, scythe through bone and taint that which is pure.
This is truly my shining moment, the moment where my blade becomes as I, reborn, for you see we are both two seperate entities yet we are legion, desiring the same and biding our time until the moment we can consume everything as one unstoppabe force of corruption. To spread hatred, anguish and pain throughout the multiverse, the blade my right hand and my eldritch fused with it, locked to it as the pair entwine to wreak destruction on all who foolsihly stand in my way.
I would find myself gazing at my ancestral blade with a childish awe as I watched the cruel, newly found energies which ebb and flow along the sheen of the dull Fellblade of Corruption, its power reaching into my very soul, connecting with me like no man could a lover, our thoughts entwining completely as we both began to fathom our potential. Then it occured, the true fusion of body, soul and blade.
I watched as the very mists of Ravenloft manifested across the flat of the blade, coiling its tendrils about the blade to enthrall its cold surface and the fusion was complete. The Fellblade of Corruption was prepared, baying for the souls of my foes, urging to banish them to some forbidden plane, begging to corrupt the innocent and destroy the pure with its malicious power.
But the evolution of my blade is not the only positive outcome. Samantha, the fallen paladin shall soon be my ally, my minion and my machine of hatred. She has defiled her own beliefs so to gain that which she was tasked and as such I take great pleasure in the chaos she has wrought. She shall strengthen as I mold her into said machine of hatred, she shall become my bringer of chaos, my fallen angel, my reaper of corruption. I shall perverse her sense of justice and breed a new ideal within her impressionable mind, the ideal of sin.
I Kain, The champion of oblivion, after stepping into the shadowweave infuser, after using the blood of the bleaker and after gaining powerful allies shall now ready myself, ready my army and prepare my allies shall set my plans in motion, to release agony upon the multiverse as the changing winds of the planes cease to flow and the mists of Ravenloft forever linger as nightmares and horrors follow. The Multiverse, shall suffer...
Part III: The Fellblade of Corruption.
At last the blood of Zilvai has proven useful, has proven beneficial to my regime. Within the dank walls of my laboratory, locked within the Far Realm, I have forged a gem fashioned from the bleakers blood to which I shall emblazon upon my blade, The Fellblade of Corruption. In time the weapon shall drain her very essences and imbue my blade with her powers, though a portion, a sentimental section that will bring me closer to my future nemesis.
How the delightful screams of the damned, tormented by an eternity trapped within the wicked blade, fill my ears, their turmoil and strife evident as they howl for sweet release only for I to use them to replenish my army, now locked in the Unseelies effort to overthrow the Seelie court. Already I can feel her essence locked within, waiting for release, waiting for the moment it can cleave into flesh, scythe through bone and taint that which is pure.
This is truly my shining moment, the moment where my blade becomes as I, reborn, for you see we are both two seperate entities yet we are legion, desiring the same and biding our time until the moment we can consume everything as one unstoppabe force of corruption. To spread hatred, anguish and pain throughout the multiverse, the blade my right hand and my eldritch fused with it, locked to it as the pair entwine to wreak destruction on all who foolsihly stand in my way.
I would find myself gazing at my ancestral blade with a childish awe as I watched the cruel, newly found energies which ebb and flow along the sheen of the dull Fellblade of Corruption, its power reaching into my very soul, connecting with me like no man could a lover, our thoughts entwining completely as we both began to fathom our potential. Then it occured, the true fusion of body, soul and blade.
I watched as the very mists of Ravenloft manifested across the flat of the blade, coiling its tendrils about the blade to enthrall its cold surface and the fusion was complete. The Fellblade of Corruption was prepared, baying for the souls of my foes, urging to banish them to some forbidden plane, begging to corrupt the innocent and destroy the pure with its malicious power.
But the evolution of my blade is not the only positive outcome. Samantha, the fallen paladin shall soon be my ally, my minion and my machine of hatred. She has defiled her own beliefs so to gain that which she was tasked and as such I take great pleasure in the chaos she has wrought. She shall strengthen as I mold her into said machine of hatred, she shall become my bringer of chaos, my fallen angel, my reaper of corruption. I shall perverse her sense of justice and breed a new ideal within her impressionable mind, the ideal of sin.
I Kain, The champion of oblivion, after stepping into the shadowweave infuser, after using the blood of the bleaker and after gaining powerful allies shall now ready myself, ready my army and prepare my allies shall set my plans in motion, to release agony upon the multiverse as the changing winds of the planes cease to flow and the mists of Ravenloft forever linger as nightmares and horrors follow. The Multiverse, shall suffer...