Sign Up Ascencion: Master of Darkness[M-LV]

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[B][COLOR=Navy][SIZE=1][FONT=Garamond]In one great swipe of my sword, I, Rueford Maxwell succeeded in destroying the Master of Darkness, Deeltai the Controller. My companions and I watched with great satisfaction as the hoards of his undead whom we had waged an entire war against in one night, fell to the ground in lifeless heaps of bone and ash. What was once said impossible, was now done. The seventy innocent souls that he had murdered and entombed for years inside his own black heart, now came bursting out heaven bound and left the great Master's corpse a dry, lifeless husk. Our lives, and the lives of our countrymen, had been saved.

But some things do not end as they should.

For several nights, the darkness mourned the death of Deeltai. The wolves howled, and the moon shed tears of blood. Every child of the darkness screamed its horrible sorrows, filling the air for many nights. Theirs was a sadness, a loyalty unknown to the human race. A symphony too horrible for instruments, a deep mourning too sad for words, their cries would be remembered forever. Deeltai the Controller was dead, and would not be forgotten.

But an instinct, engrained into the mind of every creature who shunned the light, an instinct crucial for their very survival, would not let them mourn forever. When their cries had ceased, my life became a highly sought target. Every night brought attempts on my life, and every night it became increasingly difficult to survive. It was one such an attempt, a small man in the likeness of a rodent who had slipped through my window whilst I slept, who revealed unto me the consequences of my attack.

?Did you think the throne would stay empty?? It hissed at me. That night I had slept in the servant?s quarters of my house, expecting some sort of attack whilst I slept. A guard woke me in the early hours of the morning, and told me a rat-like man had been caught stabbing my empty bed sheets and cursing at his mistake. Now, with doors locked and windows barred, I stood over my attacker with sword in hand. ?What do you mean?? I asked. The man let out a throaty cackle and hopped from one foot to the other as if the ground were made of hot coal. ?You murdered the Master of Darkness, unto whom every creature born of the night beckoned to. Now that he is gone, every child of the night shall strive to take his place.?

It was something I had never thought of before. Wasn?t the Master of Darkness Deeltai?s own personal title? No, like a king of an ancient castle, he had been preceded by many others. ?Without a Master, we can not survive!? spat the small man, getting suddenly bold when he saw that I had clearly never thought of a predecessor. ?How do you think we?ve survived you pathetic humans for so long? Order is life, order is how we survive!?

?Quiet!? I shouted, brandishing my sword to remind him of who was in control. He jumped back and hit the wall, and then looked up at me through hateful beady eyes. Yellow eyes. He was no man at all, I realized, or at least less of one than I had thought. He cackled again, seeing my insecurity. ?First, one must proclaim that they are the future Master of Darkness. Thousands of them will, believe me. Deeltai was the first of many to proclaim himself lord last time, and he killed every single opposer and made their corpses his slaves to make sure. Next, one must capture the former master?s stronghold, or construct his own. And finally, one must prove themselves to us, the children of the night. We decide who our lord is.? He was rambling now, or so I thought, caught up in the thought of seeing a new, more powerful Master rise above a sea of cheering monsters. But it was I who had been caught up in the image, and I realized to late that he was merely trying to distract me.

In a flash I was on my back, the rat creature perched on my chest with one bony hand around my throat. I could feel his long nails press into my jugular. ?Hundreds will die before a new master is crowned, there?s always a sea of casualties. And you, Rueford Maxwell, are the first!? He raised his free hand, my own sword enclosed in his bony grip. But I had experience. Years of training took over, sliding the dagger out of my leg sheath, and in the second before he swung, my dagger found a new sheath in his back.

So, I had survived. Perhaps I was unlucky, for it was a fate worse than death that I now bore. I had only heard of seventy that Deeltai the Controller had killed. Among whom was my family, a thought which spurred my revenge. And my revenge would cost others their families-- many others. So, faced with the greater of two evils and no will to fight it, what was a nobleman to do?[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/B]

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Basically, this is my first attempt at an old fashion "Dracula style" Rpg, set in England in the 1800's. You can play either a monster trying to become the next Master of Darkness, unto whom all creatures of darkness (werewolves, vampires, demons, ect.) swear their loyalty, or a human trying to prevent the ascencion of a new master. Actually, you can play whatever you damn well please, I pray for origionality.

For those of you trying to become the Master of Darkness, these are the rules as scribed in the Tomb of Damnation:

1: When you first decide to try to ascend to the position of the Master of Darkness, you must proclaim it. All children of the night instinctively know who has and hasn't proclaimed themselves the future Master of Darkness.

2: You must either take control of the last Master's (Deeltai's) fortress, or you must construct your own. It must be worthy of the respect of the Children of the Night.

3: You must prove that you are worthy of the title. Deeltai had the power to make minions from corpses, which he used to make his army.

Make alliances if you wish, but keep in mind that there can only be one Master of Darkness.

Signups:

Name
Age
Race (human, demon, vampire, werewolf, whatever you want. Make your own if you desire)
Purpose/intent: (To become the Master of Darkness, to stop another master from returning, ect. whatever you want.
Description:
Bio:

I'll post mine when a few people have signed up. Enjoy!

[Darth Vectis]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Nincaznin

[B]Age:[/B] 35

[B]Race:[/B] Wraithian

[B]Purpose/intent:[/B] To be remembered through the ages

[B]Description:[/B] Nincaznin is about 6'10" with curved back horns. He always give's off a black aura that constatnly surrounds him, never weakning in glow. He has glowing red slited eyes, and sharp vampiric fangs, and slightly pointed ears. Their skin is a dark tint, but it doesn't often stay that way. He has long black hair that comes to mid-back, he wears a long black trench coat with a black sleeveless shirt with a pentagram on it. And black pants with red and silver dragons circling around the leggings. He also wears a necklace that has a dragon bitting it's tail in the infinity symbol, symbolizing immortality in his demon world.

[B]Bio: [/B]Wrathians are some of the most powerful demons alive, but they didn't start out all powerful. They were orignally slaves and were kept in their low position because of a demon that feared one of the Wrathians that was prophsized to kill him. This demon was called Kraven, he was very high in the ranking of demon and one of the most magically, physically powerful, so he never feared anything. So it was unusual that he would be afraid of such low class demons, but only Kraven knew that the Wrathians had the potential to conquer all demons. Including him. So Kraven seemed to convince everyone that Wrathians should be kept in their low class. But this only fueled an anger that was building up in the Wrathians, Nincaznin was one of the Wrathians who was being treated as a slave he hated the demons that watched them and would whip them or beat them for no reason what so ever.

One day, Nincaznin had enough. He struck back at a demon who attempted to beat him, he snatched this demons whip and tore it out of hands. The demon had to resort to a sword he had handy, Nincaznin tore this demon apart with strength and speed he was not aware of until this day. He easily took the sword and killed many more demons that oppresed them, soon more Wrathians rebeled and soon all the demons that had treated them like dirt were now being slain or tortuerd. Nincaznin was the strongest of the Wrathians, so he was the one who challenged Kraven for the right of power. Nincaznin had battled Kraven for several hours before he emerged victorious, he was badly brusied and beaten but grew stronger with the death of Kraven. His race had taken over quickly and mercilessly, Wrathians now ruled the Underworld and other demons were now under their power. And when Nincaznin killed Kraven, Kravens powers seemed to have passed into Nincaznin, securing his rule over the Underworld. After that, several years passed and Nincaznin grew bored with noone to challenge him, since he was strong then almost all demons he wanted to secure a legacy for himself so that if he was slain by another he would still be remembered throught out the ages. He heard about something called the Master of Darkness, and that he would achieve his legacy if he could keep anyone from becoming the Master. So from their Nincaznin worked his way out of the Underworld with knowledge of a dark magic he picked up during his rule. When he finally made his way out he discovered his powers were weaker then in the Underworld. He thought it understandable considering his power was fueld by the darkness of the Underworld, but he knew he was still plenty strong enough to kill anyone who got in his way or tried to become a Master of Darkness. An secure his power and legacy for all eternity.[/SIZE][/COLOR]