Urominiel Family/Elenhir

Elenhir

Realms:Old Rancagua, Falasan, Yssaria, Midas Chia, Rogue, Old Grehk, Sandalak(SWI), Taselak(SEI), Ashborn, Outer Tilog, Ibladesh.
Positions:Dictator and Executor Currently:Deceased, perished serving in the undead army.

OOC Warning: May not be suitable for younger audiences

Prologue-Elenhir, the Heartless.

Word had reach Elenhir that the Duchess had lost her mind, she demolished the best cavalry center in the realm and tried to replace it with an infantry center with no trainer. This would not stand in his realm, he immediately sent off a messenger to remove the duchess from command. All should have gone smoothly but instead it was met with a rebellion. A Rebellion!, for what?, for using his right as a dictator to remove imcompetent commanders? He rode for the capital with all haste, called an early tax for funds to quell the opposition. Tax gold should arrive at dawn and he would have 300 loyal men holding the city but it was not to be. The palace was stormed with the first rays of sunlight. The banks with-held his gold to quell the rebellion. The once Supreme Skull Crusher of Sandalak was left out in the cold, literally. The option was there to leave, start anew on another continent but he stayed. He stayed for the execution they promised him, the blood eagle as they called it. And so as the days passed, he awaited his execution until he was led out infront of the masses. He was layed face down on the icy platform, the cold numbed the pain of the dagger cutting through his back. His ribs on the left side were removed and tossed out infront of him, then the left lobe of his lung and finally his heart was torn out. As he lay faced down in a pool of his own blood, his head was lifted and with his last moment of consciousness he saw his heart crushed in the hands of the executor. His body was tossed out into the frozen tundra for the wolves to finish off, and there it lay as the seasons passed.

Rebirth

This particular summer was unusually warm over the frozen waste and the snow and ice had a chance to melt for the first time over the past several years. Elenhir felt a sharp paint to the back of his head as an icicle from the tree overhead came crashing down. He felt stiff as he tried to pull himself upright, and of course he should be after being frozen for so long. He looked himself from head to toe, all seemed intact until he found a snow hare stow-a-way in his back. His back opened like the cover of a book and the snow hare somehow managed to lodge itself in his rib cage and not been able to get out. After many attempts to remove the critter, Elenhir decide it would be easy to tuck the rest of it into the cavity which once housed his lung and closed his back with what he could find. Feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, not so much warm as fuzzy, Elenhir began to think. By all accounts he should be dead, he has the head of a snow hare for a heart. Perhaps it was the tainted earth of Beluaterra, or some witchcraft of this land, it was clear he had somehow contracted the curse of living when all reason dictated he was dead. After some consideration, Elenhir decided to head north to seek an answer from the terrestrial representative of Nergal. And so he began his long journey north.

A Vision?

Elenhir wobbled back and forth in his saddle, his attention focused on his forearm where his dagger had produced the squirming pest. The itch from these maggots in his rotting flesh had returned since leaving the frozen south. The swamps and humidity of Ikalak didnt help the situation and he just didnt have enough daggers to scratch with. The road from the stronghold was long and winding through the sheer jagged boulders of the mountain. He spent most of the journey tending to the stow-aways underneath his flesh. Elenhir once again saw the images of his execution play over in his head and questions of why he still lived lingered in his thoughts; That was the reason he came to Ikalak, to serve Nergal and perhaps find answers. As night settled in, the motion of the saddle and the soft moonlight overhead slowly lulled him off to sleep.

In his sleep upon the saddle of his valiant steed, Nergal appeared before him. Her form a dark shadow in a green myst of pestilence. She spoke to him as he stood in one of the spires that overlooked Ikalak city. Her words swepted all doubt from his mind and he felt warm and fuzzy inside.

He awoke suddenly, the moon still high overhead. He felt warm and fuzzy inside, and something moving and biting as well. His wounds had healed enough that his back no longer opened up like a book, the snow hare inside would be staying there at least for the moment. Brief moments of his vision came back to him, but he struggled in vain to recall Nergals words.

Elenhir and the Mermaid

He knew the city was lost as he stood waiting at the harbour for the next ship to new lands. Many of the previous captains had denied him passage because he was a new face to the realm. Well now he was king, certainly they would him onboard, but many of the larger ships had left and none replaced them at the docks. The city was in chaos and the only ones that came near either seaked it or seaked to cause it. The only one that had kept him in the city was now dead, but then again he himself had been for many years now.

Elenhir spotted a lone ship, with a single mast, at the end of the docks. Its captain was nowhere to be found but their were more then enough empty rum bottles on board. He deposited 50 gold coins into one of the bottles and left it on the end of the rope used to moor the vessel. Then he was off sailing into the unknown, though it seemed the ship was barely moving at all. It was not until he discovered how to operate the anchor and hualed it on deck with the former ship captain had he finally began on his way with no rations, but that did not matter.

It should be known that Elenhir is not much of a sailor and the sea soon took over the ships navigation and charted its course. The omnimous storm clouds circled and gathered and it would not belong before he was drifting calmly beneath the ravenous waves. That was when she came to him, initially merely a shadow in the distance. He feared the worst when he saw the fin and tail and assumed they would be accompanied by many rows of razor sharp teeth. But as the figure got closer he could see it was no fish, or was it? Her hair flowed gently with the watery current. With only a strand of kelp over her naked body, he could tell she was definitely a woman, or atleast half of her was. She swam up to him out of curiosity, for all the men she had meet at this depth in the ocean had been dead; Unbeknownst to her so was Elenhir.

She quickly drew away to a safe distance when he reached out to touch her, but returned having acertained he meant her no harm. She stayed with him as he went deep and deeper and together they would pirouette into the abyss of the ocean.

The Third Invasion

"So the third is upon us" Annaej spoke with resolve to no one in particular. "I have waited for this day since I was a little girl, let them come and suffer a second death. They have garnered an unfavourable judgement and they will be given no mercy. We will slew any on sight one by one until we find their accursed master. Alluran will rise as a shining beacon of hope as the world falls into despair. We will lead all those willing to follow and purge the land of the undead plague." Looking out over the horizon for omnimous signs, the sky was clear and the day seemed like any other. Only the rumour from Riombara would indicate otherwise. Annaej wondered how long before the villages would be overrun and her years of dedication be put to the test.

meanwhile...

Elenhir once again had control over his body, but he did not know where it had taken him and he still couldnt move. Dark tendrils held him in place along side many more. Battlions of undead marched by clinking in bloodstained rusted mail and battered plate. Their bony hands dragged along jagged blades in the mud; mud soaked by the ones that still had some juices inside of them. The stare from each of their decaying fleshy faces (if you can still call it that) would strike fear into any mortal. This was not like any other group of undeads Elenhir had seen before, this was an army and one ready to march.