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Having completed the pentagram, the wane, sickly man began chanting the horrid words. Words and phrases long forgotten by the world, words that would summon up the darkest powers to him, to give him what he desired. Hours passed as the man continued the chanting, his bones ached, his mind reeled with imagined movements along the walls, in the flickering candle light. Finally the exhausted necromancer slumped over, his energy spent, his body crying out in protest.
“Greetings mortal... I have heard your pleas, I have come. I know who you are.” The tall, miasma shrouded being whispered as he easily stepped out of the pentagram, “I am Bannruod, an elder daemon of immense power. For years I have watched you studying necromancy and the arcane. Power is what you want, and this power I can give you. Do what I ask, and you shall have what you desire. Immortality you say? No problem. I will make you as immortal as I. Power? Easily granted. However there is a price. Your soul will be mine, but that is not important now.
We call ourselves Daemons, demi-gods and the rulers of the hidden realms. In the past we Daemons have given power to mortals and immortals alike. Anything you want to know or have can be yours. But remember, you must tell no one of our meetings or you will die effortlessly. For now that is all you must know.” The sickly form before Bannruod nodded eagerly, his eyes wide, a trickle of spittle sliding down his chin. “Well then, let's get down to business...”chuckled the daemon as he lifted the man to his feet.
Name: Bannruod
Age: Effectively immortal, however resembles a man in his early thirties.
Gender: Male
Race: Elder Daemon
Random statistics:
Height: 6'5”
Weight: 232 lbs
Body: Athletic, Iron-muscled.
Eyes: Lightning- A slivery-blue streaming mist that swirls from his eyes.
Hair Color/Style: Ash blonde in a braided pony-tail that extends down to the middle of his broad back.
Skin Color: Egg-shell white shrouded with an inky miasma that roils around his form.
Rank: Lord of the Five Darks, Sword Knight of the Abyssal Plains.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Physical Description: Bannruod is a tall, well chiseled male. His sculpted arms and legs exhibit the physical strength coiled in his body. As with all elder daemons, Bannruod seeks quite and solitude, preferring to contemplate the myriad of mysteries and possibilities that occur in the multiverse giving those who meet him the impression of a brutal, cold and emotionless being. Attired in the blackened mystical plate and chain of the Sword Knights, and with the elder daemon carrying the great sword “Death Kiss” in a thick baldric upon his back, he appears as a relic of aeons lost. Bannruod has a soft voice, one that carries a quite arrogance, tinged with contempt for those whom he speaks with.
The easy stride which the elder daemon walks is obfuscated by the trailing miasma, creating an ominous cloud that clings to Bannruod like a swirling living thing. As with all elder daemons, Bannruod has wickedly sharp teeth and clawed hands. When he smiles it has been likened to a wolf, the image heightened by the swirling darkness that surrounds the daemon.
Personality
Personality Description: Bannruod, like all elder daemons is motivated by the consumption of the soul or energy of living creatures. As such he is a deal maker, shrewd able to read people well enough to know what tempts them. Always calculating an angle to draw forth that energy either through direct confrontation or more subtlety through the offering of the wants of the entity. Bannruod is highly aggressive, self-assured and competitive willing to do battle with other daemons or beings of power.
Equipment
Skills, powers and abilities:
Inherent Daemonic Powers: Being an Elder Daemon, Bannruod has some inherent powers. He has preternatural strength able to lift press nearly 10 tonnes. He can move incredibly fast with his enhanced reflexes. Fatigue building poisons are eliminated quickly from his body due to his daemonic stamina allowing him to outpace many opponents in fights by merely not tiring.
Soul Consumption: When Bannruod strikes or kills someone he can consume their soul or energy matrix which can be used to heal the Lord of the Five Darks. The more souls consumed the more damage healed. Being an Elder Daemon he requires the souls to continue extending his life as the souls add to his own life force matrix. When soul consumption begins on a still living entity their strength begins to diminish, leaving them weakened, thus every action becomes more difficult as they slowly are drained and ultimately die.
Soul Pacts: Bannruod creates often times unfair pacts with entities for their souls. By granting them temporary aspects of his own powers or life force that last until the pact is violated and the power and the souls are given to the elder daemon.
The Five Darks:
The Castle of Shrouding Dark: A great darkness descends on the area where Bannruod is blanketing the area for miles, consuming any and all sources of light. Outdoors the land becomes inky black as if it were a moonless night, all light sucked away into nothingness. Indoors all light is devoured leaving a palpable wall of disorienting black. This darkness affects all light sources extinguishing it as if had never existed. While this sudden absence of light can be disorienting, the Lord of Five Darks can still see and sense his opponents contained with in.
The Window of Dim Offerings: A wispy trail of dim smoke swells around the Lord of Five Darks, swirling around him rapidly filling the area. Sweeping away from the daemon in every increasing concentric circles until it takes on a life of its own, similar to the formation of a hurricane. The window of dim offerings once created emits a massive white noise effect, affecting all audible frequencies, making communication nearly impossible as the incessant hissing bores into the minds of those hearing it causing synapse or electrical failure of the auditory system. If communications are re-established in the maelstrom, there is a great chance that lesser beings will be subjected to xenoglossia, speaking and hearing a foreign language and not their own. They are slowly driven insane by the unyielding noises.
The Veil of Sudden Dusk: This power allows the Lord of Five Darks to create dusky, transparent forms of dark matter that can be used as a defensive measure such as erecting walls between he and attackers. Or he can use the veils to herd and direct his foes into a place of his choosing where he can devour their souls more easily. The veils can sustain incredible amounts of damage before crumbling away to nothingness. The veils are equally adept at blunting both mundane and preternatural influences.
The Murky Breath: This power allows the Lord of Five Darks to expel a murky cloud from his mouth. This cloud travels at incredible speeds, expanding outward in a billowing mass. All caught in this cloud will suffer from the corrupting forces of the elder daemon. All inanimate objects within the cloud will begin to crumble and decompose, breaking down into their component parts in a matter of seconds. And all living creatures within the cloud will begin to age at an accelerated pace, advancing years every few seconds until their bodies are twisted with old age, finally dying as their organs give out and bones turn to dust.
The Channeling of Gloom: This power allows the Lord of Five Darks to project bolts of dark energy from his hands to strike at targets. These bolts have the maximum energy impact of 100 megatons of TNT. He can regulate the damage to as little as 10 grams of TNT. At maximum strength these energy bolts can lay waste entire cities in short order, traveling at nearly luminal speeds they can strike their targets quickly unleashing massive shock waves and compression damage, that can radiate out for miles.
Character Skills:
Swordsmanship: Bannruod is an expert swordsman using the Daemon Sword Death Kiss. He is also skilled in what would be described as medieval style sword fighting, not to be confused with fencing which is an entirely separate art.
Close Quarter Hand to Hand: Being an Elder Daemon, he is quite adept at fighting with his teeth and claws utilizing them in deadly fashion to rend flesh and disembowel foes.
Negotiation: Being a daemon who enters into unholy pacts, Bannruod has developed the negotiation skills of a corporate attorney. He can use legalese to weasel a daemonic pact into his favor six ways to Sunday.
Character Equipment:
Black plate of the Abyssal Plains: The ornate plate and chain armor that Knights of the Abyssla Plain wear. This relatively lightweight suit of armor has become infused with the daemons skin after assimilation becoming a hardened carapace around the Lord of Five Darks. The armor is extremely tough and durable, but now by virtue of being an extension of the daemon's skin he can heal and repair the armor when he consumes souls.
The Daemon Sword Death Kiss: This five-foot long sword is made by infusing the life force of a daemon with eldritch metals found in the dark realms. Laced with glowing orange runes and swirling in a hazy gloom, it is relativity light weight and can be wielded one-handed. The blade when striking an opponent can begin the process of draining their life force/soul and storing that energy within the blade itself. The sword can hold a maximum of 10 souls that can be used by Bannruod to heal himself when needed in an emergency. The Daemon sword is capable of slicing through mystical defenses as easily as mundane ones.
In a duel in the dark realms against another elder daemon, the Lord of Five Darks was able to best the daemon and claimed the sword as his own. Now after untold millennium the sword has become his trusted companion. Death Kiss is a sentient weapon and delights in her own consuming of souls, and dislikes relinquishing them to sustain Bannruod.
History
History: Bannruod is one of the elder daemons, considered by some to be demi-gods, the elder daemons have roamed the vast multiverse bargaining and making pacts with lesser beings exchanging power for a short while in return the daemons receive the souls of those who signed the pacts. Elder daemons are businessmen, preferring to make deals rather than physical violence. However those who assume the daemons are weak often are in for a rude surprise when the power of the daemon is unleashed upon them.
Bannruod A swirling inky abyssal black entered the bar. The pulsating chaotic whorls drifted lazily around until the form of a tall man in archaic, ornate armor stood there. A cruel grin spread across his lips. "Ahh a new place...interesting a watering hole of some sort..." With that the being stepped lightly towards a table to observe the happenings of those inside.
Bannruod Finding a space, the large being unhitched an immense two handed weapon from a baldric, leaning it against the table. Sitting down the gloomy shrouded man easily settled on the chair, exhaling slowly he turned his gaze towards the active participants and studied them, like a large predatory cat studies a meal. Yes Drakus Flavaar and Heart were nothing more than potential morsels...perhaps.
Bannruod Exhaling a softly, the elder daemon smiled inwardly. 'Yes this was Drakus Flavaar...the one he had heard much of.' Smiling wolfishly towards the man, he nodded slightly, the darkness swelling around him dimming the lights around him, allowing the silvery-blue flash that were his eyes to be seen clearly. A twisted mocking grin spread across his lips.
Bannruod As the darkness swirled around him, a distinct hissing, white noise began softly filling the air. Soft at first, a mere buzzing nibbling on the edge of conciousness, as if a hundred, no, a thousand wasps were slowly flying towards you. The sound worming around, filling very thought, making concentration difficult unless one were skilled enough to focus. Lesser beings of no consequence would slowly find themselves in a world of creeping madness. However more profound travelers in the multiverse would realize the sound as the abyssal sounds of the greater daemons. Speaking slowly, his voice amplified and swarming with the buzzing the daemon looked at Drakus, "Greetings Mortal, I have heard of you...you are not quite what I had expected."
Bannruod A cackling erupted from the Daemon, "I have all eternity Drakus I can wait."
Bannruod Gathering the swirling dark about himself, the Elder Daemon rose and took his weapon. Slowly fading as the chaotic gloomy lashed about him, devouring the light until an inky black remined to slow fade as he merely shifted to the dark plains.
Bannruod A whorl of spectral darkness flowed and twisted in every billowy clouds, swirling and twisting in a corner of the bar, a wraith like form glimpsed within until the darkness settled and a tall man stepped through his silvery-blue eyes locked on to Drakus Flavaar. "Greetings again mortal, you desired I come...I am here."
Bannruod Chuckling a whirling black spun rapidly until a miniature tornado of shadow energy remained, "Come when you are ready, it leads to what you know as the dojo. I shall be waiting eagerly Drakus Flavaar...indeed I shall."
Bannruod As the darkness filled the room, a horrific wailing accompanied it. The room itself seemed to age and wither slightly as the once bright arena became a dull mono chromatic grays and blacks. Stepping through the gloom, Bannruod paused a moment then a wicked grin spread across his coldly handsome features. With a swift move he dropped his cloak and stood there surrounded by a pulsating, squirming mass of inky black.
Bannruod The laughter boomed an echoed around the room, "I am Bannruod, Lord of the Five Darks and a Knight of the Abyssal Plains" With that he drew the large sword known as Death Kiss from it's baldric and sheath. As he did so the weapon wailed and pulsated as the glowing runes sprang to life. With a practiced step he assumed a high hanging guard. His left foot edged forward, the right slide back, the sword gripped easily one handed was grasped with both and held at an angle above the daemons head and down, point towards Drakus.
Bannruod The twisting dark that surrounded the daemon billowed and pulsated, expanding outward subtly, ever so subtly. With a practiced eye Bannruod watched and grinned as his foe screamed his battle cry and charged him. Slipping deftly to the right, left crossing right with such speed and precision the skill could hardly be doubted. As he did so the sword swung and arced down and around in a sweep towards the exposed middle of Drakus as he charged. The blow, accelerated as it descended towards the exposed left rib and hip area of the charging man.
Bannruod Steel clashed daemonic sword, the power and strength would translate through the meeting of weapons to Drakus the physical strength of the daemon. As the blades bit each other, the daemon skittered back and away from the flailing backhand. The every present darkness swelling slightly, becoming deeper, gloomier, ominous. As he pulled back the wicked looking Death Kiss recoiled and with a swift move a low rear guard was assumed, again left leg forward, right back both bent slightly. The sword behind the daemon pointed towards the floor held in the right hand. Left held before the daemon, a grin on his lips, "Excellent."
Bannruod Darkness, ever present darkness. After all he was the Lord of the Five Darks, each passing moment the lights dimmed and became dull, lifeless, aged. Seeing the unorthodox stance, the daemon sprang into a fluid set of long practiced and perfected movements. The man Drakus held the sword in the right hand, with a drop and roll on to his own right shoulder the large demon sprang up on the left flank of the Drakus where his blade would be hard pressed to protect him. seeing as the blade would have to rotate around his torso. As Bannruod rose from the quick rol he was on the flank to Drakus, and with a quick, inhumanly quick strike Death Kiss raced through the gloom to pierce the left thigh of the man. Should the blade strike the strength of the blow could penetrate to the bone easily.
Bannruod The racing weapon meet and countered, a desperate attempt by a desperate man. The oncoming blade aimed for the daemon's throat. A throat no longer there as Bannruod dropped on his bum and rolled left leg over right to spring up, as he did so the wicked sword recoiled inward towards the daemon's chest and held fast as he rolled, once the left hand slammed the hard wood floor, the trap had been sprung. He was now facing the back of the man known as Drakus, whos body ahd leaned on the sword to only have that brace removed, thus removing his balance and with the extending sword arm stabbing for a target no longer there the end was now evident. Darkness swirled inky black as Death Kiss raced for the exposed hamstring of the man's left leg, the vicious swipe would rend the tendon with ease, removing the man's mobility, leaving him hobbled and with no way to defend himself.
Bannruod "Drakus Flavaar...you do not have to continue...you may admit defeat if you wish..." cackled the elder daemon as he stood slowly, the dark surrounding him devouring light, his aspect upon him now, the Five Darks coursed through him. Again the steadfast stance of high hanging gaurd, the sword pointed towards Drakus, held high with both hands, the point dipped slightly so that it aimed for the man's sternum. Legs moved almost of their own accord, left forward an dbent, right back and bent. The energy of the daemon coiled and ready to spring.
Bannruod "As you wish..." With that the daemon moved with a single step to the left, away from the raised left hand. The darkness swirling and dancing chaotically, then with swiftness almost indescribable the daemon swung the weapon in a whirl above is head and crashed towards the floor with such impact that it caused the wood to splinter and buckle, as he did so he released some fo the dark energy within and through the floor causing a seismic wave to roil through the dojo buckling and folding the area. The very movement would cause the hobbled Darkus a great deal of concern as his ability to stand most likely compromised by the move. As he did this Bannruod snarled to Aiyanna, "I do not wish to kill him, merely defeat him and secure his soul..."
Bannruod "I gave you the chance to surrender...you failed to accept, now the conditions have been set by your own words, another limb it shall be." Allowing the gloom to slowly swirl around him, gathering in the feeble light, as if feeding the daemon moved again to his left away from the functioning arm of Drakus. Slide step followed by slide step, right behind left until he was on the right flank of the man. A distance of maybe 10 feet would separate them by the move. Sliver blue light flared in the gloom that concealed his face. The trap was being set, it would be sprung and the man would in the next few moments would lose another limb as condition of his defeat.
Bannruod The trap was set and now check mate. Drakus had underestimated the daemon and now he would suffer his own defeat conditions. Ten feet, ten mere feet, a distance covered easily by a daemon six-feet five inches tall, wielding a five foot sword. Even as the man spoke his ravings Bannruod moved, dropped to a shoulder and rolled on his left side, popping up against the very same wall that supported Drakus now supported them both. The blade flashed even before the daemon completed his rise to his feet, the sword, all five feet would be nearly undodgeable at this meager distance. As the daemon came out of the roll the blade launched upward, propelled by the torque and roll, generating an incredible amount of speed and power. The sword stabbed forward at the soft underbelly of the wolf, the exposed haunches, the stomach. Should the blade slice the flesh, ripping through the fur that partially hide the target, it would with ease rend apart intestines, piercing the bladder, rupturing the stomach cavity itself, causing the interior organs to spew toxic bile into the wound, mixing with the blood. The dark miasma grew deeper, stranger, more alive.
Bannruod The trap had been sprung, the poor mortal man now wolf, thinking he was in control, had assumed his meager understanding of magic and power would save him. It did not. The darkness was not taken into account, and the darkness was the trap. The ever present darkness that had been in play the entire fight now became evident. The darkness having been built up and a minor portion released merely absorbed the bolt reducing the strength available to the elder daemon. The darkness undeniable as the distance of ten feet separated them now encompassed the wolf/man named Drakus fulfilled its role. A solid wall of inky black that had seeped and moved with the daemon now became an abutment, a place where the dark energy that had created the earth quake underground met the dark energy above ground trapping the wolf within, where the blade would still reach, still touch flesh, still inflict pain. Where could the man/wolf go now that he was in the darkness, now that hunter had trapped the feral animal. Should the daemon sword Death Kiss even miss here, now at this space, with the wolf trapped between the walls of darkness, perhaps Bannruod would hesitate even for a moment. But the trap was flawless, executed with skill and deftness so that Drakus never connected the dots to save himself from defeat.
Bannruod "Fight you may wolf but not today...I struck you twice, removing another limb could be detrimental to your life. Do you wish to force me to actually remove a limb?" Bannruod thundered as the swelling dark billowed around his form. With a quick stance he was again in a guard this time a low guard, the sword before held low, in the right hand. "Your wounds will kill you over the next few moments as you slowly bleed out. Let us be at an end to this, to not make me kill you when your life path is still long before you." A strange buzzing began to slowly filter in from the abyssal darkness.