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Abraxas, the Philanthropist

"I am not my father."

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a character in “The Forsaken: Rebirth”, as played by Draniei

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Name: Abraxas, the Philanthropist

Age: While not the eldest of the Demon Lords, Abraxas is certainly very ancient

Gender: Male

Species: Elder Demon

Starting Location: The Continent of Enervis

Personality: Abraxas may have not asked to be created, but he certainly is making the most of his time. Over the grand millennia of his immortal existence, Abraxas has certainly matured into a reasonable man... er, um, demon. With this maturity has come a sacred respect for life, Abraxas is a pacifist at his heart, and he abhors violence of any kind. Though, that is not to say that he is weak, if he is put in a situation where he must fight, he will not hesitate. His considerable demonic size serves him well as a most effective combat strategy. Most of the time, Abraxas uses the sorcery granted by his father, Alistair, to disguise himself as a human so as not to seem so imposing and intimidating.

Furthermore, Abraxas has set himself up as a local leader for his community of elder demons, a position that he protects with force if necessary. But, things rarely ever come to that. Officially, his is judge, jury, and executioner for those who transgress the laws of the community, but he is trusted by his community, and he wishes to maintain that. For only he is strong enough to protect the community from threats, both outside and within.

Weapons/Powers: When in his human form, Abraxas uses a staff as a weapon, but when he is in his demon form he goes unarmed. Abraxas has spent these countless millennia perfecting three skills: his ability to shapeshift, this isn't just limited to his ability to shapeshift from a demon lord into a human, but his ability to shapeshift is without limits; his ability to heal the sick and injured, including himself; and a divinatory ability to discover secrets and private knowledge. This means he doesn't have any methods to defend against magical attacks to him, and if someone can overwhelm his healing factor, then he can certainly end up with some serious injuries.

History: While Abraxas was not the first-born of Alstair, he was born fourth from the eldest. This is why his demonic form is so formidable and titanic, because Alstair had yet to perfect his methods of creation. It is the way of nature for a creation to serve its creator; children serve their parents, and men serve their gods. He did Alstair's bidding as he taught the demon lords in his arcane and occult secrets, and trained them in the sorcery that is their birthright as the demonic. Abraxas would torture men by searching their minds for images of those that they loved and then he would make their memories reality. It takes a very dark kind of person to be able to kill even the form of those that they love, and that was how he lived for so long, by exploitation and using something so beautiful in such a terrible manner.

It was some centuries later when Abraxas began to grow a conscience and mature, and he was invited to a rebellion against Alstair by one of his older brothers. With Alstair dead, his fellow siblings would be free, they wouldn't be bound by their bond of creation. He rallied more of the elder demon brood to wage a holy war with his charismatic ways. And his small group almost did it, they almost did the impossible, they almost killed a god. They lost many good brothers and sisters in that fight.

Alstair was terrified of the power of the elder demons, and he exiled them to Enervis and sealed them with powerful, divine magic. Abraxas doesn't remember how much time had passed when he was finally disturbed from his slumber. But, he did spend a long time searching the country for his banished brethren and restoring them to life, Abraxas is ready for a second rebellion. But this time, they would win, they will do the impossible. They will kill a god.

Appearance:

Human Form:

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True Form:

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Hex Code: #196619

So begins...

Abraxas, the Philanthropist's Story

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#, as written by Draniei
The sounds of nature alive fill the forest as I sit cross-legged on a tree stump, facing our settlement, but closing my eyes to deeper concentrate. My palms placed along the flat of the stump while I focus my breathing. My lungs fill with precious air, I hold for five; I exhale a long breath; and hold for five. I am attempting to discover any more of my slumbering brethren, seeking to continue to build my army against our estranged father, Alstair.

"Abraxas, I'm sorry to disturb you, but we have a problem." I open my annoyed eyes, and look at Div, one of the elder demons I found many years ago. "Our scouting party for our brethren you sensed had their seals broken is missing. They should be back by now."

I take a deep breath and sigh, "It has almost been a month, perhaps it is time for me to go and see what's going on."

I stand up from the ground and dust off my robes and grasp my staff from the ground. I flick off a spider that had been steadily making it's way up my animal-hide outfit. I walk through the few streets of our small settlement to my single-room cabin and grab a bag to put some food and water for the journey. I sling it over my shoulder as I walk out and close the door behind me.

"Heading out I see?" My across the street neighbour, Rofocale, spoke out. Rofocale is always in his demonic state, he never really got the point of espionage and blending in.

"Just the chores required by leadership. I'm supposed to be an example of a model citizen and all." I smirk at him.

I walk out to a path outside our settlement, the same one I sent the scouting party on weeks prior. I turn to do a final wave goodbye to the community, and a small party of six see me off into the thick of the forest, outside of the artificial clearing for our settlement.

"Here there be monsters."

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#, as written by Draniei
I've been wandering the woods for a few days now using the form of a dire wolf to keep me on the trail of the lost squad as well as utilizing the greater speed. And I haven't seen anything yet, but the stench is certainly growing stronger. And the closer I've been traveling to the smell of my comrades, the less birdsong I've been hearing. Indeed, wildlife of all kinds have been an increasingly scarce sight.

I am shocked when I run through a patch of tall grass only to be greeted with a smoldering, black circle. It looks like some fire of some sort created a perfect circle before being put out instantly. I sniff around before transforming back into my human self for a better look. I poke around with my staff, trying to dig beneath the black, charcoal-like substance. I sense it before I see it: someone is peeking at me through the tall grass to my right. When I make eye contact they immediately run away. I transform into a dire wolf again with great haste as I set out into a blinding run, following the scent left behind by the perpetrator. My form swiftly outruns the man as I tackle him to the ground, I transform my wolf face into a human one so that I can talk.

"Who are you?"

The man has no notable features, except for an expression of fear. He is exceedingly homely, his eyes and hair are a dark brown and his skin is tanned. His eyes are wide in fear at the horrifying sight that I must propose. He wears clothing made of animal hide with a knife strapped to the bottom of his left leg.

"Who are you?" I claw at him with one of my paws.

"Ah!" He screams out in pain, "Please, no, stop. My name is Matthias Dawidz and I am a hermit from these parts, please let me go!"

"What do you know about the black circle?"

"Nothing, nothing at all. I found it shortly before you did, I thought you caused it."

"Stop lying to me!" I claw at him again with one of my paws and he screams again in pain. "I can see into your mind! Now tell me the truth!"

He looks at me with a mixture of fear and disbelief before he audibly sighs and a look of resignation appears on his face. "Okay, okay, it was me. I am a hermit in these parts because I killed the rest of my tribe. I used to live in a collection of criminals who had escaped from the cities to live here. They wanted to live a new life where there weren't rules, where they could make their own rules. It actually worked very well, we had a functioning society. But then, I met a shadow man who lived in my hut, his name was Azelaz. He hurt people for me, he protected me, and he gave me an enchanted dagger that could do magic. All that he asked for that final gift was the lives of my tribesmen. So, I killed them all and gave them to Azelaz as a sacrifice."

Then it felt as if someone was grabbing my heart and squishing it from within my chest. I transformed into my human self and used the power of my enchanted staff to heal my self, it was enough to ward off whatever dark magic had attacked me. Then, Matthias got himself above the ground and grabbed his dagger all in one fluid motion.

"What are you?" Matthias asked, "I've never seen anything like you. Are you a wolf or a man?"

"Neither, I am a Demon Lord, a king among elder demons."

"Ooo, and elder demon." Sang an unfamiliar voice, "We found several of those a few weeks ago."

"Almost a month," added Matthias.

"Then you have sealed your fate. My voice quivering with rage. I smacked him over the head with the blunt end of the staff, he cried out in pain.

"Azelaz, help me!"

And then, a shadow moved through the tall grass, and it stood between Matthias and I.

"You must be Azelaz. A daemon, I suppose?"

"And you must be Abraxas. Your men told me that you would come eventually, they said that you have a true form so large it dwarfs the mountains. Bring it out, I want to fight you at your full strength."

"Your pride will be your death, but as you wish. You might want to take a few steps back or you'll get squished by my transformation."

I began to transform into my true form. A titanic, skeletal giant with a horn upon my head and bone spikes jutting out along my spine. Trees, underbrush, and tall grass all crushing as my body grew substantially in size. When I am fully transformed, I look down with my excellent vision, even for so high, but I could not find them. I take the time to transform back into my human form and I see their crushed corpses a few feet away.

"I should probably go back to my village and explain our unfortunate situation."

I transform into a golden eagle and fly back to my camp.

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Character Portrait: Cayden Valdez Character Portrait: Aragal the Fleshking Character Portrait: Thawulunnor the Fallen Character Portrait: Editus Rayn Character Portrait: Alurae Islive Character Portrait: Madison Isleheart
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Many years of life, volumes of knowledge and instincts to his disposal, and what came to him next he could not have prepared for. Reeling back, the elder demon hissed and grunted loudly and pressed his wrists to his eyes. "D-damned be, you..!" he hisses stumbling backwards, frantic to clean his soiled eyes. "Wretched... world!" he growls, his hair again standing on ends, his nails and fingers becoming claws. What simmered now boiled, what sought not awakening now awakened, and with raised head he let out a thunderous roar that echoed across the land. The trees shuddered in waves, birds in flocks frantically scattered from their branches, animals flee.

"DAMN! Damn you all scourge of mortal kin, damn ye harlot brood, damn ye thorns of sin! Do you bear not any mind of who I AM!?" He screams, still holding his eyes, the flames ignited around him once more, and unfolding and swinging out from his body, were two magnificent, gigantic wings of black, as feathers molted from them spread through the air, caught in the winds of his rage. As he opens his eyes, gleaming like the gates of the underworld, blue embers rain about him as he begins his approach. The calm facade has faded, and a storm has come. "Learn again the hate born, learn again the failure, learn again, Editus Rayn!"

It was clear he was no longer being rational, his mind was now an angry haze, the reservoir within him had ruptured and now spilled out around him, not so subtly spilling across the land around him as he claws at trees and other shrubbery in a wild frenzy. It did not help that once already since his awakening had he been stricken, as if being returned were not bad enough, but now he was made a fool of by a small... talking... animal!

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Character Portrait: Cayden Valdez Character Portrait: Aragal the Fleshking Character Portrait: Thawulunnor the Fallen Character Portrait: Editus Rayn Character Portrait: Alurae Islive Character Portrait: Madison Isleheart
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#, as written by Davien
As Thorn ran away, he heard an unworldly unleashing of curses and screaming he had never
heard before, even before he was enlightened. He stopped and turned back in bewilderment,
just as a blast of wind knocked him off of his feet and into a nearby tree. Luckily it
didn't hurt too much. But Thorns eyes widened and dialated as once again he saw the blue
aura of flame engulf the figure he had been tormenting. His little mouth began to open
slowly in amazement as he watched him vent.

He stayed in his tree, climbing up a few branches and slowly walking over one of them
to be as close to Editus as he could, letting him calm down and the flames hopefully
dissipate. He would have been far, far away if those magic wings and blue flames hadn't
warranted a tirade of questions and inquiries he needed to know. He got onto a branch
roughly five feet above and ten feet away from Editus.

He called out.

"Excuse me Bird Man, but you don't need to feel bad. You are not stupid. I am just very
smart." he said, trying to be empathetic and failing miserably.

"But you need to tell me! What are those flames? Did you always have those wings?
Could you knock this tree over if you tried?!" His speech got more rapid as he forgot his
fight or flight instincts, jumping down from the tree and continuing on with his tirade.

"Do you cook with that trick? Thats what its called right? Burning dead animals? Cooking,
right?" He thought of the last time he ate, which was too long ago.

"Are you hungry? What do you eat? Will you cook for me? I can tell we're gonna be friends."
He said with a hyena like chuckle, fearlessly walking up to Editus and poking at his wings,
purple eyes alight with curiosity.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Cayden Valdez Character Portrait: Aragal the Fleshking Character Portrait: Thawulunnor the Fallen Character Portrait: Editus Rayn Character Portrait: Alurae Islive
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It was a deception, all around them it was deception. All was peaceful and calm, tranquil and harmonious, but to those like him who knew better it was all a facade. Beset on all sides by unseen threats, predators on the prowl for prey for the taking. The forest was beautiful but it was home to dangerous creatures and deadly experiments. Years of hunting had honed Cayden's skills and his instincts and he knew better than to let his guard down for even a second. Especially considering he was hunting in experiment central of all place. Yet Cayden did not fear any experiment in the typical manner. Even as he prowled through the undergrowth with his Dire Wolf companion his fear only served to make him aware of the dangers around him. The hairs on his neck standing up, the paranoia of being watched, sudden movement out of the corner of his eye, they all kept him alive by making him cautious.

Enervis was the most dangerous place on the planet for and was a prim hunting ground for apex predators such as experiments. But unfortunately for them Cayden was an equally deadly predator in his own right and right now he was on the hunt. Even now he was honed in on a set of tracks heading towards the coast, a pair of somethings by the looks of it. Whatever they were they were bipedal judging by the tracks, but that didn't mean they were human oh no. You don't hunt experiments as long as Cayden did without knowing they came in many different types and verities, that included humanoid. First step, verify, then go from there was what the situation called for. However as he and Iris, his Dire Wolf companion, moved forward a low rumble shook the ground, causing bot hunter and companion to crouch low, eyes darting about looking for the source. Soon it stopped, only to restart a few moments later before fading away.

Cayden and Iris held their ground, cautiously waiting for something to attack them. But nothing came.....save for a thundering roar several minutes later which split the air, shaking the trees and spending birds and animals scattering. Cayden held his rifle at the ready, Iris growling in warning at the unseen threat. In the distance trees falling could be heard and it was no doubt what ever made that roar was on the move. But the sounds of falling trees grew distant and it was apparent it was not coming for them, β€œMoving inland, away from us. Don't know what that is but as long as it stays away we'll leave it alone....for now.” Cayden said aloud. Looked to Iris who had stopped growling but had her fur standing on edge, β€œCome on, lets find where these tracks are heading. Maybe we'll fill our quota early.” Cayden said as they resumed the hunt.

Ten minutes or so later the pair followed the tracks to the open coast which was a far cry from the enclosed forest. Keeping to the tree lines the two moved along the beach searching for their prey. This was made more difficult as the tracks went out onto the beach but to remain concealed the two had to stay within the tree lines to take advantage of the cover it provided. But soon, Cayden spied two figures down the beach, no doubt the targets they were looking for. Using the scope on his rifle he peered down the beach and could make out two humanoids walking. He couldn't see any distinguishing details to tell if it they were human or experiment which was a problem. Cayden would have to get closer to be able to tell and each step closer not only took him out of his primary zone of combat but also increased the chance of being discovered. But Cayden wasn't about to risk shooting at possible hunters or even civilians for that matter. It was either get closer and verify or leave a potentially deadly set of experiments on the lose.

In the end there was no debate over the course of action. Backing a bit further into the trees, Cayden and Iris continued to stalk their target in an attempt to get closer and discover if they were friend, or prey.

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Character Portrait: Cayden Valdez Character Portrait: Aragal the Fleshking Character Portrait: Thawulunnor the Fallen Character Portrait: Editus Rayn Character Portrait: Alurae Islive Character Portrait: Madison Isleheart
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  1. Sorry for the short post. But I'm busy and will be for a few days longer.

    by Revenant Sorrow
  2. I hope you don't mind me making up some lore. You can ignore the italics if MartinVole decides against it.

    by Revenant Sorrow
  3. Do note that I left a possible plottwist and the reason for the Elves' hate for Alistair in it.

    by Revenant Sorrow
  4. I mean, I can easily imagine some former friends of Calion going 'That son of a bitch, is he also responsible for Calion's descend?' depending on them knowing about Alistair's involvement in Calion's life. Which is highly likely.

    by Revenant Sorrow
  5. Just to be aware, there's a very angry Demon Lord raging across Enervis. Woken up on the wrong side of the bed, where all sides are wrong sides, as it were.

    by MartinVole
  6. In fact, I'd wonder if Calion knew of Editus, or if Editus played a part in Calion's fall, given I noted that he has instigated betrayal/rebellion in the past.

    by MartinVole

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Thawulunnor had sensed the undead being coming, but that didn't mean he wasn't baffled by it's appearance next to them. Or rather, it's demeanor. Then again, necromancy -a discipline that he had pretty much been invented by himself- would probably have evolved greatly over the millennia. Though why a man with the skill to become a lich would let his body rot away was still unclear to him.

Then again, maybe it had simply aged too much by the point he'd reached that level of skill? Humans were rather short-lived after all.

He looked at the blind girl next to him awkwardly, not knowing whether she had picked up on it's undead nature.

"This...", Thawulunnor shook his head, "What do you think of the offer he made Madison?"

[He did note that this Goldenbones didn't seem to have much knowledge of Elves either. Thanks to Thawulunnor elves had begun to despise necromancy with a fiery passion, almost rivalling -or possibly even surpassing- their supposed hatred for demonkind. He also knew out of personal experience that elves, once they begin a vendetta against someone or something, will never snap out of it, unless it turns out to be a setup. Then they turn their ire on the nebt target.

He couldn't imagine anything happening to snap them out of their hatred for necromancy though. So the skeleton would probably have been attacked on the spot if he had been any other elf but himself.]

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(Posting again to notify others)

Standing up again, his senses returning to him, he lifted his head to test the air. "So, there are still people on this godforsaken world! Those of my... brethren still roaming, some things unfamiliar, and... an elf, ah, this is curious," he muttered in a mocking tone. "Surprised I have not yet stirred the natives, a disappointment not to be greeted with the reception I rightfully deserve. I'm sure I put on a big enough show already. Perhaps I should make a more pronounced greeting."

Extending his arm into the air, the Elder Demon conjured the blue flames in the air, twisting a spiraling, a maelstrom of magic cast into the skies above, raining down the blue fire, flames that do not burn the flesh, but stings all the same. It wasn't quite his intention yet to kill, but to make a statement of his presence. This time it wasn't just a brief rush, but a continuous flow as he cast his dark magic across the surrounding lands, engulfing it in twilight. The trees once again stirred. If he could at least get the attention of other Elder Demons, he could at least make something worthwhile of his awakening.

I do wonder what this new world has to offer... though, I'm sure to be disappointed.