Tucked away off a beaten path remained an ancient castle. It obviously belonged to a nobleman at one point given the size and make of the castle. Around it lay rubble of other homes that had once existed beside this lone structure. Time had wrapped it's claws around this bastion, creeper vines having snaked their way all along the stone walls and died, leaving brown dried husks in their wake. Windows were shattered and the eastern tower was collapsed upon itself. These things had not gone unnoticed to the remaining occupant of the castle.



Sitting upon a grand, but dilapidated, throne was a nobleman, or rather somebody that had once been a nobleman. That was a time long since gone. Seething upon the throne sat the nobleman that once was Lucian von Dragomir. The nobleman that had been Lucian had deteriorated much as his castle had. His lands had withered, his people fled until he was all that remained. Facing demise, Lucian was gifted with the Red Ascension, leaving behind his old name and adopting his new moniker as Lucian the Dread. He had been promised everlasting life and eternal power. Unfortunately he had been deceived and in actuality he was left to fend for himself. As the years had passed, he lost pieces of his humanity until there was nothing left. His heart had shriveled, filled with only a lust for blood and power, plotting of the time that he would rule an empire once more.

It was a shame then that he was at the bottom of the latter in the grand scheme of things. This only furthered his hatred and bitterness. That was until a few short months ago. He had gotten word that in the chaos wastes lay an entire horde, waiting to be raised and fight for a new master. If he could muster such a force than perhaps he could be seated atop a new empire. He had taken the first step, dabbling in the dark arts, raising a few ghouls and skeletons from cemeteries and mausoleums a few miles out around him.

Even now as Lucian stood, his blood red cape flowing behind him as he walked from his throne, two skeletal guards stood watch at the doorway to the throne room. He stepped from the room and down a corridor and out into the dismal courtyard of the castle. Here he stood, waiting for his messengers to return. Now was his time to rise to power and he was calling upon every ally and resource that he could. He had instructed his messengers to use any means necessary. Of course, he promised positions of power within his new empire he was intending to found, but if that did not work, then blackmail and threats were equally as effective. He would personally see to the demise of those that did not join him. He did not want it to come to that though as he preferred to have allies that shared his dream of a new undead empire....

The general plot line will start with gathering allies and heading north to the chaos wastes. The basic idea is to gather a force along the way, the ultimate prize being the massive undead horde that can be raised in the chaos wastes.


As you can see, the character availability is rather open. This is because this is an adventure RP. So those that are needed initially will travel along the way (and can be killed off along the way if you would like to exit from the RP). Everybody else I can easily work into the plot as somebody in a town we travel through or some other such manner. So please, be creative!


Please post your character with the following:
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