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Areas of Influence: War, Conquest and Strategy |
It was a dark night in Midgaard where the moon and stars were covered by dark clouds and Xeonauz, a young Draconian of the Nightwalker guild, was feeding upon the flesh of the Centaur fool who was preaching about "world peace." He hid in the shadows with his prize, looking the carcass over for trinkets and gold. He had recently left the house of Outlaw and lived homeless on the streets of Midgaard, often preying on the weak without hesitation. For as long as he could remember he had hid in the shadows and watched as others fought and houses wage war. He leaned back against the cold wall that surrounded the city as he stared into a ring he removed from the corpse. He reflected for a moment about his past, and what he had done with his life. His gaze moved away from the ring when his back suddenly felt cold. He blinked, and realized he was no longer in Midgaard.
He quickly stood and found a shadow to hide in. He looked towards the center of the cold laboratory, and saw a rather distinguished old man with a can staring at him with dark eyes. Prince Styx introduced himself, and explained why he had pulled the young draconian aside. Thera was being ripped apart by chaos. Sometime in the past, a meeting was held with both mortals and Gods to discuss the future of Thera. Immediately two factions formed, those who stood for order, and those who stood for peace. Unable to resolve their differences, nothing was accomplished. The Prince had created an Empire whose goal was global domination and enforcer order within the realm. His Empire needed an army that would march down the streets of the cities and hunt down those who would oppose his rule and enforce such order. An Overlord was to be chosen to lead his Knighthood of Legion to glory. Xeonauz, now on his knees before The Prince, meagerly asked "Who will this Overlord be, so that I may help him in his goals?"
The Prince grinned, and simply said, "You are."
Xeonauz was a street rat no more. Upon the dawn of the new day, Xeonauz had a palace of his own, powers to fight his enemies, portals to take him anywhere in Thera, but there was no army...He built that himself, and a fine army it was. A knighthood of many races and professions. His Knights of Legion were both respected and feared, and he himself remained untouched, working away in his palace plotting global domination and studying tactics of war.
For some time this continued, until one day the Prince pulled the Overlord aside to announce he was going to take some time away from the Empire to acquire more power. Shocked, the Overlord asked "But what God shall control your Empire in your absence, and watch over my Knighthood?"
The Prince grinned, and simply said, "You are."
Xeonauz felt a rush of power and pain run through his body. He had experienced power in the past, but this was true, pure power. The Prince had granted Xeonauz immortality.
Xeonauz continued to walk amongst his Knights as if he was a mortal, feeling confident that he could not be slain by any, save a stronger immortal. He began to influence others into conflicts, some of which still go on to this day. He seemed to love struggle, turmoil and the sight of blood splattered armor. War became his obsession, and the more people fought, the stronger he became.
His ways made him hated by both mortal and immortal alike. An outcast in the Pantheon, many of the other immortals wanted little to do with him since conflict seemed to follow him everywhere he went. Feeling alone, he picked two of his favorite swords from his weapons collection, a huge broadsword, and an osafune katana. He took them to Lord Rungekutta and with some negotiation, he was allowed to take two souls from the Abyss and give life to his swords. The katana was infused with the soul of a great strategist of war, naming it 'Warlord'. The broadsword was infused with the soul of a berserker bloodthirsty troll, and was named Annihilation.
To this day Xeonauz and his swords are still influencing the conflicts of Thera. He once told someone "You may hate me, but I am the part of you that fuels your heart. Whenever you raise a weapon to strike another, whenever you spill the blood of your enemy, whenever you charge into battle against overwhelming odds, I'm the one whispering in your ear, coercing you to fight. You may hate me, or you may love me, but regardless of that, you need me."
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