There is no magick in the making of a revenant, no ritual, no alchemy… there is only rage
I was at Fort Zaestra when it was taken by the dead. Many believe the city fell to overwhelming numbers, but this is not the truth.
His favorite prey were the templar, as he relished the way their screams echoed from within their armor.
Since history has been recorded, there have been writings of the children of the night, immortals that preyed upon the blood of the living.
At dawn, on the fifth day of our search, we came upon the vampire’s dwelling, a ruined tower from the first age.
There are many methods of twisting the natural order of life and death, each producing their own form of undeath, but few are so intricate or precarious as the binding of a wraith.
This time, the dead sought me out directly. This time, they sent an assassin.
The song of a Banshee can alter reality, laying terrible afflictions upon the living, or boons upon the dead. Their shrieks can split flesh, shatter bones, and even cleave the soul itself.
Keeva was the first of the Banshees sent into the service of the Fetid Prince.
White hot, Burning RAGE Havoc, Hate, Malice Infused Behold Revenant – Varik Keldun
“Justice! what do you know of justice? You slew us all without mercy,” the mace said.
You will remember one thing as the bite of my sword severs your head from your body: Vae Victus
No humans scream here For we are not hunted, Kept we are from pain So content she is in blood
You do not know even who you are or whence you came. Open your mind’s eye and find yourself, for you are not a thing.
Remember, what they did was wrong. The Old World has made you strong.
Follow me and let the truth be a weapon. We will cut through the lies and show them the way.
A spiritual confrontation with Wormius the Heresiarch ensued, with the central point of debate being whether three principles (Material, Magickal, and Essential) ruled over all races, or whether a larger Octahedron of forces might govern over a multiverse