[frozen mahotaur]

"Thousands more bound, crying for release. Yet you have been chosen."

Ancient tongue. Not the pragmatic approach, but a calling, a prayer. The candles darkens, though, specks of energy begin to rise from the surface, gathering within the circle. A hundred ways to bring them forth. Surgical tools to prepare the bodies and then the symbols of necrotic power. Runes glowed and eyes...Ghostly hues flaring to life. No more of the crippling flaw of life nor the fluids oozed from pustules. A floating circle of bones came together and at last clear vision.

"Rise from the final darkness and serve."

The past is meaningless, you do not remember it.
Your alias is freely chosen.
You are a sack of bones, but not forever.
You have the ability to harvest and harvesting makes your master happy
With time you can evolve.
Compelled to serve, but servitude is not imprisonment.
You do not need to know about the principles of the Litany.
You are a tool of strife.
Slay.


The rest is up to you.

1 slot open, DM Daniel#0379 if interested.

[frozen mahotaur]

- Slot Closed.

Thanks.

[frozen mahotaur]

[A cruel smile. Runes glowed along the length, empowered the great circle as mist wafted from it. Not the meat nor bone to float gracefully in union this time, but a new strange thrum of power, always shifting throughout the leylines and runic symbols. It was an unique tearing from the sanctuary of silence. Power grew like a living thing through the incorporeal. Hollow and ghostly eyes flashed and then the voice]

"No flesh to be torn nor blood to leave stain."

"You will serve me well"

- Not a zombie nor skeleton. You are a ghost.
- Your name is your own.
- Base sprite of a phantom.
- Can ascend towards new heights of undead with time.
- Your Master will provide, you won't need any gear.
- You are a harvester, always seeking to absorb undeath.
- Challenging gameplay, for everyone will most likely try to destroy you.

[Slot Closed, thanks for everyone who sent DMS!]

[frozen mahotaur]

[Below the great sea runes flared bright, fresh glyphs glowed. Within the abyss formed by the waves, forces set in play churned, slowly building up into the creation of a new terror. This stranger had seen many of these storms, long had he lived, the scarred flesh testament to the fact. But this storm was more than just a storm, more than natural. With a chant carried by the ocean a window turned open and once open? There would be no sealing again.]

"Fix your eyes upon your crude hands and let them be a reminder."

[The voice came but it did not float for ears nor mind. Undead as it was, with ghostly fire for eyes, its bones held together by the necromantic magic, this servant was still growing out of its dormant state.]

"That the demonic are not the only threat."

    

- Your name can be of your own choosing.
- You'll be provided with gear.
- Starts at good RPL.
- You live to harvest and bring chaos as such, your life will be constantly at risk.
- IRL takes priority, but poke me only if you're really interested in the role and can afford time to hunt.

DM [Daniel]#0379 , if interested.