KYROS WRATH
False King of Caerda
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Kyros sat on his black thrown. His loyal guardians at his side...
Roughly a dozen skeleton knights keeping watch at the edge of the thrown room. As night began to fall, he stood to his feet. Kyros straightened the spiked topaz crown upon his head. Originally belonging to the previous king of caerda. A pitiful man who hated the reality and the beauty of warefare. But that was years ago. Once he discovered his true powers he quickly realized how foolish it was for him to take orders. He was the rightful king. He alone would rule this wretched land even if it ment sacrificing his own soul to the darkness. The sun barely shined over the horizon just as the 4 moons began to show themselves in the sky. Kyros walked toward the balcony to the right of his thrown and wondered at the massive army gathered below. All the forces of the Demonic Abyss at his command. Tens of thousands of monstrous warriors spread out as far as the eye could see. Prepared to conquer the land that shall soon be his empire. As he thought about it he began to like the idea of becoming an emperor.

Supreme Emperor Kyros Wrath... Yes... It had a wonderful ring to it...
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LUCAFIK
Ancient Demon of the Abyss
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The mighty Demon-lord Lucafik lumbered into the thrown room. His hulking figure seemed to tower over the others in the room. He made an loud, audible sigh and bowed on one knee to the Necromancer. In a deep, rumbling voice he spoke with power and confidence. "Master, the hordes are armed and prepared for the invasion. It wont be long before my darkness spreads across the land with never ending hunger." Lucafik was full of pride as he Kyros gave the command for him to rise... Then came the scolding. Kyros turned towards the demon and looked upwards with fury unlike anything he had ever seen in the abyss. At his full height, Lucafik was almost eight feet tall. But looking down on the Necromancer a cold shiver went up his spine.

Then Kyros spoke.
With reverence Lucafik fell to his knees once again...
"YOUR DARKNESS?! I AM THE DARKNESS YOU COWERING FOOL! NOW RISE AND FULFILL YOUR MASTERS COMMAND!"
"Yes my lord" Lucafik replied. "My soul is yours to command..."
The Necromancer turned away and sat on his thrown.
"I want you to divide the horde. Assign one general to each region. Offer the Warlords a chance to bow to their new master. If they do not, then leave none alive..."

Lucafik stood once again to his feet and left the thrown room. "So be it my lord."
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WRAITHEN
Elite assassin loyal to the Necromancer.
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Wraithen wandered through the alley ways of Jericho City. The Necromancer had charged him with an important task...
If Jericho City was to become the place to fall before the might of Kyros. Then he needed some inside to open the gates when the time came. After the tragic assassination of the royal family, Jericho became a city of sorrow. Sadness ruled this place with an iron fist and the people were devastated. Several high ranking officials loyal to the royal family managed to secure the city and the land around it. Protecting it's people from rebellious warlords who would seek to claim the thrown. The Council of Jericho was then formed. A small assembly of military generals and advisers, charged with the protection of the thrown until a new king was crowned...

Wraithen pondered these things as he came upon a group of small children playing with marbles. He looked upon them with ravenous hunger. His lust for their souls was great and hard to overcome. But revealing his identity to them would compromise his mission. He must hunt down the members of the Council of Jericho. He must kill them all and send this withering city down to the abyss of despair. So he passed by the children who looked at him with innocent eyes. Unable to see his skeleton face under his hood.
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