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located in The Teardrop Forest, a part of The Twelve Guardians, one of the many universes on RPG.

The Teardrop Forest

The Forest surrounding the kingdom

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Character Portrait: Shadow Lord Umbrazk
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Shadow Lord Umbrazk ~ Approaching Teardrop Forest



Wind licked at the Abomination’s unfeeling, immortal face as his weighty tread crunched the snow beneath him. He followed the trail left by the draszk in his command with grim amusement, but arrived to his guided destination. The Shadow Lord looked over the peak of the mountain, spying down past the grassy plains to the ancient teardrop forest. Hatred and rage burned through his soul as he looked down at it.

“How dare they defy my will, and keep us from what we seek!” he cursed into the wind, as if with that simple statement his enemies efforts would cease. The statement prompted a strange emotion within him, a whispering presence in his mind that quickened the dark energy flowing in his veins. Umbrazk's eagerness hastened him to return to camp to prepare for the coming war at hand.

His hastened pace allowed him to arrive soon at his army’s camp. He looked at the forces he commanded, draszk littered all over the place moving about ready for battle and blood and select groups of the blighted Drow. An urge from deep within him pushed him towards a group of Drow archers, who were gathered in a circle. As he came near the dark skinned and haired elves, they eyed him suspiciously. The Abomination was not a Drow, nor was he truly any race of being but in his past life he had been a human, but amongst them he was an untrusted Abomination whose orders were to be followed. The blighted elves were standing in circle gathered around another of their kind. Umbrazk pushed past them and looked at the elf lying there. Her blood was slowly dripping out a partially opened wound and puss was gathering all about the infection. The wound was terribly gruesome and no Drow could survive it, and this one was no exception; Umbrazk was sure she wouldn’t see it through the night. The darkness willed him to stare into the elf’s eyes. Already they were becoming transparent, looking as if they had already fallen into the abyss, and yet they held no fear nor did her expression show any anxiety about her death. Now the Abomination spoke, his words reeking with the aura of death.

“Do you wish to live?” he asked her in her own elven tongue, though he truly had no interest; it was his promise that willed this, and he could not defy it if he so chose it. Her eyes lit up slightly as if his words were bringing her back from the abyss.

“Death now looks upon you through my eyes. You are chosen, and power beyond belief can be yours” he knew she could not fully understand his words, too close to the abyss to let this world’s plight concern her. Yet a fire in her eyes continued to pull her away from the abyss and was bringing her back into this world if only but for a moment.

“…I would…live” she managed to respond past the chokes on her own blood.

“So be it. Here is your blessing.” Umbrazk smiled and it was a ghastly parody. The Abomination removed his breastplate, unknotted the cords binding his severed chest, and ripped free a large shard of everlasting essence that was stabbed into his heart. He could feel himself weaken at the loss of his gift, and he hungered to keep it for himself; but he pressed on. His enormous right claw for a hand grasped her firmly and easily lifted her off the ground, and in his left he held the athanac, his life force. Her blood poured from the open wound and was already staining the snow and forming a small pool that was quickly freezing. He thrust the shard through her chest and straight into her heart. Her eyes shot open with a sudden awareness and the glaze that covered them evaporated as the fire burst through. Blood was profusely pouring out the new wound, but none of that would matter she wouldn’t need it soon. She no longer choked on her words and her voice was clear in the scream of sheer agony. The Shadow Lord smiled with sinister pleasure as he recalled the unbearable agony it had caused him; he recalled his flesh and soul’s rejection of the athanac and the unending blight's overbearing presence in his mind. It was a truly terrible fate.

“You are reborn. You now serve me once again.”