Nimrod
Sept 26, 2023 22:54:58 GMT -5
Post by Nimrod on Sept 26, 2023 22:54:58 GMT -5
Nimrod
Great Hunter
Great Hunter
Gender: Male
Age: 46 (chronologically way older)
Race: Undead (formerly human)
Origin: Awoke in the Northern Howl, along the coast of Frost Gale
Appearance: Rotting armor on an imposing frame, left mostly skeletal by time. desiccated skin clings to his face, gaunt and grey. He is an undead revenant, and death clings to him like he clings to life. Despite his skeletal visage, he manages to frown at all times; rarely does he laugh. His stride belies a heavy weight: a long life full of undone deeds.
Personality: There was a man, once. He was stalwart and proud; a shining beacon of hope for his people. He fought with impossible strength to impose his ideals onto the world. Not a mouth would go hungry, if he could help it. No one would be turned away. He carried these naive thoughts until the end. After his death, they rotted and festered. They kept me here. I forsake the man he was.
Backstory:
Fire burned hot across the battlefield, wreckage and smoldering corpses staving off the ever-present snowstorm. The Man Who Is Not Me picked himself up again. The dead lie around him, put to rest once more. His War-Beast companion was demanding the attention of the Sorcerer and his undead horde. He crept across the edge of the battlefield, careful to dispatch anything that might notice him in a single blow with his war club. Slowly and quietly, the Man climbed the rubble to the pinnacle of the Necromancer's tower- what was once the base, now a pile of bricks and shattered supports.
The Sorcerer conjured a bolt of lightning from atop his ruined tower and hurled it at the Beast. Every sacrifice would be in vain for the Man Who Is Not Me if he did not end the Wizard's life that day. His people were twisted into an undead army. His god's sacrifice toppled the Necromancer's tower, rendering him vulnerable. Even his Beast companion was sure to fall this day. Now behind the Wizard, the Man raised his kanabo above his head. With a mighty roar, signifying everything the Man had lost and everything he knew would not come to pass, brought it down on his nemesis. The Wizard reacted with uncanny haste, blasting the doomed Man away with dark magic. The Sorcerer raised his dagger in in triumph and uttered a curse:
"Fall, Warrior, and fail. Depart from my kingdom. For as long as my influence is felt in this realm, I banish you. Live out your punishment for crossing me when you cannot be a nuisance. Now perish, and despair, for I have taken everything from you."
The man was stabbed in the heart, at once turning him undead and stunning him. His beast fell and his people were forgotten- used in inconsequential schemes by a minor necromancer that passed soon after and left no other mark on the world. With failure in his heart, he slept for untold countless years.
One day, when the Necromancer's magic faded from the man's bones, I awoke and began my hunt anew.