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Nightgaunt

A powerful and fearsome shade in service of the necromancer Gro'chal Deathweaver.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by TheNoremac42

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A legion of undead controlled by the infamous necromancer space pirate - Gro'chal Deathweaver.

Description

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Nightgaunt
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The Devourer of Souls
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Full Name
Nightgaunt

Description
The first and most powerful creation of the necromancer, Gro'chal Deathweaver. Nightgaunt is a living shadow conjured of a chained spirit and the dark emotions and the Necro Lord. Molded by endless suffering, cold sorrow, dark hatred, and fiery rage, Nightgaunt stands as a truly fearsome aberration of pure darkness. He serves as the Necro Lord's bodyguard, scout, and assassin.

Age:
Unknown

Gender:
Presumed male

Race/Main:
Undead

Race/Sub:
Phantom

Honorifics|Titles|Nicknames
The Devourer of Souls
The King of Shadows
The Night Stalker

Sexual Orientation:
More interested in flaying than f--

Birthplace:
Unknown
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Date of Birth:
Unknown

Marking|Tattoos|Piercings:

Height:
Varies

Weight
N/A

Physical Condition:
Ethereal

Current Residence
The Cursed Wood

Former Residence
Unknown

Family/Relatives:
None

Friends/Comrades:
His master, Gro'chal Deathweaver

Enemies
All enemies of the Necro Lord

Rivals

Organizations/Tribes/Clans:
The Deathweaver Clan

Former Affiliations:

Disabilities:
Well for one... He's dead

Personality:
Nightgaunt is incredibly cruel and sadistic. He prefers to toy with his victims before violently and brutally slaughtering them with his poisoned claws. Though he is eternally loyal to his master, he will often pout if he does not get to "play" with someone.

Likes:
Maiming, mutilating, eating souls, and strangulating victims with their own intestines.

Dislikes:
Holy beings

Psychological Condition:
Homicidal psychopath

Alignment:
Chaotic evil



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:Attire:
None

:Protection:
None, besides his intangibility

:Weapon(s):
His long razor sharp claws and teeth that are colder than ice and can slash through steel.

:Accessories/Misc:
None


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Vanish
Passes into the shadow realm, rendering himself invisible to all beings that are unable to see into the parallel plain.

Banshee screech
Nightgaunt emits a bone-chilling scream that burns into the soul.

True Sight
Can see through invisibility and cloaking.

Rend
Nightgaunt attacks with his enormous dagger-like claws. They burn like frigid ice and inflict a searing poison that kills the target slowly and painfully. However, most do not survive the initial brutality of the shade's attack.


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So begins...

Nightgaunt's Story

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As the travel weary patrons talked amongst themselves, a malicious and otherworldly presence descended upon the tavern. Unseen by all except the ones with gifted sight, the fearsome shade Nightgaunt floated through the room as if drifting on a calm breeze. Long talons clicked against one another as he fought the urge to mutilate every soul in the room.

The phantom fazed through Anton's table and glared into his eyes with his own sinister gaze. A wicked sneer spread across his incorporeal mouth, revealing several rows of serrated teeth. Though the human would likely not see the invisible spirit and feel little more than a frigid chill in the air, Nightgaunt relished in the fact that he could easily rip him to pieces on the spot.

He resumed his tour of the room, snooping into what each patron was doing. If he did not have strict orders to look and don't touch, this would have been a very entertaining playground for the sadistic shade.

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The mischevious shade eventually made its way to where Argus and rested his corporeal form. Nightgaunt circled around the man, completely invisible to the naked eye. He lifted a single chilled claw and dragged it gently along the man's arm so it barely touched the skin. Though the spirit was invisible, it attempted to remain behind the man should he move. He opened his bestial maw impossibly wide, as if to swallow his head hole, but instead a sinister and ghostly moan drifted from it.

"hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAhhh..."

Of course, when the man turned around to confront the noise, there would be nothing there. When Nightgaunt was addressed, he rotated his head and sneered at Chir Batti, who apparently could see him.

"Just having a bit of fun..." the phantom said telepathically.

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Nightgaunt snickered. "Yesss... Very. Though I prefer to play with my toys in a more DIRECT manner, my master has given me explicit orders to look and not touch." The phantom then turned to the woman that addressed him and snarled viciously. "And what do YOU want, human?"

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When the shot fired, the phantom's body seemed to bend around the bullet like smoke. Nightgaunt hissed and fought the urge to rip the woman apart where she stood, but his master said not to kill today - and Master's will was law.

"My purpose here is of observation..." he retorted before tapping on Argus's shoulder with on of his sinister claws. "No one said I could not have a little fun while I do it." Nightgaunt snickered darkly.

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"To each their own..." he replied. "I personally find the terror in their eyes, as I strangle them with their own intestinal track, quite... invigorating." Nightgaunt then lifted his clawed hand and flicked Argus's gun in an attempt to send is sailing across the room.

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Nightgaunt snickered again before floating behind Argus. A low growl rumbled from his ethereal throat, which would bring the man's attention to the space behind him. Upon turning, he would see the fearsome shade charge at him in his full terrifying glory of smoke and shadows with talons and teeth bared. His eyes burned with a focused blood-frenzy, dark hatred, and fiery rage as the monstrous spirit released a deafening, ear-splitting, bone-chilling screech that would put a banshee to shame. Several windows and glasses shattered at the noise.

Then, as he would collide with the man, Nightgaunt would faze through him and vanish again.

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Cackling again, the phantom whispered into Argus's ear. "Rage, hatred, sorrow, and suffering. All of these I am. All of these I have become." Nightgaunt hissed in his other ear. "Born of angst, despair, and condemnation, I am the epitome of your nightmares - the darkness in your heart given false life." The air around the man would become deathly cold as the spirit breathed heavily and sinisterly into his ear.

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Nightgaunt materialized before Argus, with his bestial phantasmal face only inches from his own. A wicked sneer spread across his face, revealing row upon row of razor sharp teeth. The malicious spirit glared at the human with blood-red shimmering eyes that drilled into his soul.

"Make me."

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"And you are a very entertaining specimen, mortal." he retorted. The specter felt the hate radiating from the human, and he drank it up like a camel did an oasis. "Casper's got nothing on me. This ain't no friendly ghost that you can share milk and cookies with. I would smash your smart mouth into your anus and see how long you last eating your own shit... Or I could nail your bowels to your wrists and ankles using your ribs and prance you around like a puppet... Fortunately for you, my Master has told me to look and not touch."

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"Go ahead, try!" Nightgaunt cackled. "Your silly little guns have no effect on me..." the spirit snarled. "I do in fact like bones... I enjoy breaking them, crushing them, and snapping them. I love the crunching sound they make when you flog them just right, and I relish in the agonizing groans of a man who has had every bone shattered, or better yet... removed." he licked his spectral lips with a long serpentine black tongue. "Yes, I suppose I am a dog - a guard dog, an attack dog, and a number of other things. And if my leash was not tightened right now, you would be dog food..."

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Nightgaunt looked away suddenly, as if listening to an unseen presence. The phantom returned his attention to the human. "I serve a powerful necromancer that has taken residence beyond this city. My Master calls me Nightgaunt, and I am his most powerful and loyal servant."

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"Master speaks to me always..." he replied. "Unfortunately for you, I like to entertain myself while I work. Master only said I could not touch..." Nightgaunt snickered.

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"I have come here on occasion with my master, but this time he has sent me on a solitary mission... of observation." Nightgaunt looked at the human woman across the woman. The phantom maintained his signature sneer as he thought about ripping out her heart and shoving it down her throat. He could feel the anguish resonating from her.

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"Agreed..." he growled. "I think I may turn my attention to sssome other essstablishment. Master has taken notice of the dead gathering in the Cursed Wood. Do you know anything of such happenings?"

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"What do you know of it?" the phantom inquired as he circled around the man. His ghostly tail wrapped around him like a smoky fog.

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"Well... then I believe I will investigate." the shade sneered. "Perhaps we will meet again under less favorable circumstances." Nightgaunt chuckled before rising to the ceiling. He fazed through the barrier like one would step through air.

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Amidst the dark shadows and stench of decay and gangrene of the prison, a malicious presence of death, chaos, and darkness emerged from the spiritual plain. Unseen by all except those with gifted sight, the fearsome shade Nightgaunt wandered through the dungeon. He gazed upon the dying and tortured prisoners with glee, and fought the urge to play with them in his own sadistic fashion.

As the phantom haunted the chasm of death and despair, the air grew cold and bitter. He drank in the sorrow and agony that dripped from the walls like sweet nectar. Long dagger-like claws scraped the moss-covered walls, leaving gruesome gashes like talons against bones. A dark fog swayed across the ground and stirred like the sea. From his bestial maw rumbled a ghostly moan that would awaken every cursed soul in the building with cold sweat drenching their foreheads.

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In response, a frigid gust of wind blew past the boy. A set of unseen eyes drilled into him, observing and listening. Nearby, three long gashes were carved into a wall. The rattling of chains and clinking metal echoed through the room.

"Who indeed?" replied a ghostly voice. A cold breeze drifted past Manik, followed by a distant muffled cackle.

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"Rage..." The Voice replied. "... Hatred... Sorrow and suffering. All of these I am. All of these I have become." The spirit hissed in the boy's ear. "Born of angst, despair, and condemnation, I am the epitome of nightmares - the darkness in your heart given false life."

"As for purpose..." Nightgaunt continued. "I have come on a mission of observation... and to seek an audience."

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"I am called Nightgaunt..." The Voice responded. From the fog emerged a writhing mass of dark tendrils, smoke, and shadows. Long arms and hands with clawed fingers materialized from the mass. A monstrous demonic face formed from the smoke, revealing a sadistic grin filled with several rows of razor sharp teeth. Glowing crimson eyes glared, unblinking, at Manik. "... For I haunt the night in service of my Master. I serve one that gives Voice to the mouthless Dead. He, my brethren, and myself have taken refuge in the surrounding forests. My Master has taken notice of the Dead gathering in this fortress, and seeks... communion."

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"My Master has heard - and seen - many things regarding your little gathering of the undead." he answered. "His gaze penetrates through forests, mountains, and seas. He has seen your township, your castle, your paltry legions, and even into the darkest depths of your minds and souls. The forces of Darkness and Death flock to you, and you have acquired the attention of the Necro Lord, Master of the Ancient Dead."

"Now..." Nightgaunt glared daggers into the boy's head. "I know you are not their leader. You do not have the smell for it. Now, pardon the cliche..."

"Take me to your leader!" the phantom sneered.

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Nightgaunt eyed Manik as he ascended the steps. He specter drifted to the side, fazing through a nearby wall. Though the chained and corrupted soul remained unseen, his ominous presence followed the boy. The ghostly smoke that glided across the ground flowed between the bricks and vanished.

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The malicious presence of Nightgaunt, the King of Shades, writhing in death, chaos, and darkness, materialized from a nearby wall. He was a swirling mass of smoke, shadows, despair, and woe. With a demonic sneer spread across his phantasmal face the spectre leered at those present. There was a glimmer of restrained bloodlust in his crimson eyes.

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Gro'chal sneered at the reply before lifting his gloved hand. "Very well..." he replied. The necromancer snapped his finger. "Nightgaunt, come forth! Rend these pathetic ghouls to pieces!"

A frigid gale blew through the street.

Amidst the dark shadows and rubble of the demolished city quarter, a malicious presence of death, chaos, and darkness emerged from the spiritual plain. As the phantom haunted the street, the air grew cold and bitter. Unseen claws screeched against a brick wall, leaving four gruesome gashes. A dark fog swayed across the ground and stirred like the sea. The rattling of chains and clinking metal echoed from the darkness along with a ghostly moan that rippled into the souls of every living man and woman that dared tread this plagued ground.

An ear-splitting banshee scream pierced the night air, shattering a dozen panes of glass. The fog squirmed with the demonic wail as a writhing mass of dark tendrils, smoke, and shadows shot out like murderous hands. Three undead fell apart with an explosion of gore and circuitry. Rotting flesh and curdled blood spewed across the pavement as a line of undead were shredded, flayed, and cleaved like butter against a glowing hot knife.

A zomborg sailed through over a collapsed building like a toy tossed by an enraged child. Another was hoisted several feet in the air at an awkward angle. The smoke and smoldering shadows churned and solidified. Long arms and hands with clawed fingers materialized from the mass. A monstrous demonic face formed from the smoke, revealing a sadistic grin filled with several rows of razor sharp teeth that sank deeply into the undead's flesh. Glowing crimson eyes glared, unblinking, at the rest of the zomborg horde. They hungered for spilt blood - for violence, murder, and to rend asunder every enemy of its master.

The fearsome shade, Nightgaunt, the most powerful and loyal creation of Gro'chal Deathweaver the Necro Lord, had ascended from the Realm of Death to do the will of his master. He had one single command.

Kill.

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Outskirts of the Sol System
600 hours Terran time
Prison Transport Ship No. 475

“Ladies, gentlemen, and other assorted life forms, this is Captain Nathans speaking.” Bellowed the ship-wide intercom. “Crew, please prep for hyperspace. Prisoner lockdown in progress.”

The large rectangular vessel drifted towards the outer edge of the Sol System. Three smaller vessels hovered beside and behind the barge as the hyperspace drive reverberated through the ship’s bowels. They were slick and shined under the starlight. White hands cast upon a black background were painted across their hulls.

“Hey, Ron.” nodded a grayed janitor as he rolled passed a guard.

“Mornin’, Wilbur.” Replied the guard. “How’re the grandkids?”

“They’re doin’ good. Maybell’s startin’ school in a week. Say… Who’s this bloke?”

Wilbur the janitor gestured down the hall with his mop. Ron glanced briefly in the direction. Thick durasteel plates were arranged in a cylindrical structure with massive porthole doors sealing the hallway. Small circular windows sat in the center of the doors, enabling those outside to gaze into the dark cell beyond. Cold glowing azure eyes glared with fury. They burned with dark hatred and fiery rage as they caught Ron’s glance and burned straight into his soul.

“No idea…” Ron shivered as he broke the stare. “Some war criminal or pirate. Wanted in a few dozen systems. Lotso’ bounties on this fella’s head. They say…” He leaned over to the old man. “He’s headin’ to the Castle.”

“You don’t mean…” Wilbur’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Is this ship even equipped to handle that kind of prisoner?”

“Mhm…” replied the guard. “and I don’t think so. That’s why we’re stopping at Hadante. Some special ship is coming all the way from Hera Prime to pick him up. The sooner we get there, the better, if you ask me. This guy gives me the willies…”

“You can say that twice…” agreed the janitor as he rolled away with his cart.

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“Is everything in place?”

Yes, my lord… Your loyal servants await your orders.

”Good… Activate the hyperspace net. They are about to make the jump. When they are ensnared, you will destroy their communications and engines. Then… Then I will show them the true meanings of terror and death.”

As you wish, my lord... Hail the Deathweavers!