Avalon/Roleplay Section/Demonte

Demonte

A formal introduction, sir? You... you don't think its a bit late for that, do you? You're already... well no, alright, I'll bring paper immediatly. Have you thought about what you're to say? No, of course not... at times, I think it should be you in your brother's position on the Far east, and him here. Aye, sir, of course. I'm on my way.

Greetings to you, my companions, and thanks for accepting me into Avalon. You have all seen my name on occasion around the realm, but it occurs to me now I have never gone so far as to formally introduce myself, and awe you with my not so inspiring tales of darkness in how I came to this isle, and this realm. Here then, is that tale... listen well, that the same does not fall upon you or yours.

My family is older than it first appears, for the warriors it has produced have been few, and their sparks in history dimmed by those beside them in the tales that have been passed along. I am named for my grandfather, Demonte the first, who served originally in the monarchy of Southasland during the rise of the Barony of Makar and the fall of the Empire Hasland on Atamara. Like my grandfather, I made my way up through the minor nobles of Southasland, and gained prestige serving my lady, defending the realm from the advances of Tara.

It was at the height of our power, when we were so blinded by the gains that we had made, that our demise crashed down upon us. A band of the darkest traitors I have seen upon that continent rebelled against the throne, against the successes we had gained and threw us into chaos. We strove to force the fools out, yet they had planned well, and at the end of five days, it was the loyalists who were searching for a new home, despair clutching my heart.

I arrived in Minas Ithil with a darkness seething within. As part of the mighty alliance, I marched south to put an end to the realm I had called my own for so long. Its name smeared in the dirt, its power twisted and abused by those who had stolen it from us, Southasland could not be saved - I watched as it was engulfed by Falasan, and felt that justice had a bitter taste.

I stayed with Minas Ithil for a time, but I could not find my home there, much as I tried. Finally, when news came to me of a realm where Death came in regular waves, I knew it was time to go. The monsters of this isle called to me, and I met them where I could with a viciousness that left men ragged at my back, and mosters reeling out of my path.

The darkness within me found an equal in the darkness in this land. When Avalon was formed, I knew that here could be a new start to me, a place where the hunger within could be harnessed to good use.

Thus, have I found my home among you, and thus do I put my sword to use against the enemies you face, whether their hearts beat or not.

The Elder God Loki has sunk his talons deep into my soul, and though I twist in agony, the balance will return, and he will find that I am not the best tool to have wielded.