Herald of His Prophet [UNDEAD EMPORIUM]

[Messiah Complex]

"They say that she hears Him, from his place at the gates of death."
"They say she preaches His mercy, the salvation He would bring."
"They say she is His daughter. His Prophet. The one who would save him."
"The one who would save us all, or die trying."

"...but who could ever want such a twisted salvation as that?"

Somewhere in Meranthe, something profane is being worked. An acolyte of an ancient evil works her wicked ways. And from it, borne, is something malign in its entirety-- that stands in defiance of all that should be.

An Undead.

You are an Undead. A skeleton, forged by the workings of a follower and (potentially delusional) Prophet of a long-sealed darkness. You have been made to serve as their Herald. While you may well be disguised as suits you, to allow you to function without immediate annihilation, you are under no illusions as towards what you are or what you are meant to do.

You are made with the expectation that you will fight for the beliefs of her Lord-- in defiance of Death and all that accompanies it. You are the first of her creations, both an accomplishment and an investment. Your creator is capable of providing you equipment up to mythril-grade, and potions, of whatever form may suit you, as well as ministering medical aid as required, though your robust 'biology' may not necessarily require such. You can expect to be ministered with undeath as is required to forge you unto a more powerful, capable servant, assuming you live long enough.

She hopes you live long enough.

Perhaps the only break from tradition is the looseness of the leash by which your necromancer shall hold you. You are not a servant nor a slave, but an ally, granted twisted salvation from the suffering and pains of death. You shall know no fear of the reapers' scythe, for even in the face of death, you know that you serve a purpose greater than yourself.

Mains are not required, but I want you to kick ass for the Morninglord and at least maintain enough activity to do so.

Go. Do crimes. Cause problems on purpose.

Submit applications here!

[Messiah Complex]

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[Messiah Complex]

The dark corners of Meranthe stir. From one act, another is borne.

There is room for another to rise.

Applications go to the same form as prior. Link here.

[Titania]

In preparation, the Prophet works further to reinforce her presence upon Meranthe.

Three Undead slots are open, all at the above form. You will be dropped in at RPL 170, provided equipment and potions (though you'll have to farm your own crystals and feet!), and set to bring about the will of the Prophet.

Apply now!