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Azi Demonica

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Background: When Dendar feasted upon Nightmares and Souls, one of these nightmares happened to be Inkarnaka, which Dendar made into reality. This nightmare has neverending hunger, and simply gorges until she pukes, only to continue gorging afterwards.
It seems that Inkarnaka’s necromancy is internal, a part of her own body in some ethereal way, and she may have already converted up to hundreds of victims so far, storing them in whatever underground chamber she resides in.

Having been awakened and manifested by Dendar herself, and considering Inkarnaka’s titles, she seems to be one of Dendar’s most horrific, monstrous, warrior-necromancer-torturer, and martyr. However, what exactly her martyrdom was, remains a mystery lost in a nightmare.

Although unable to summon hordes of undead, her immense size and nightmarish appearance is more than enough to suggest she is a serious danger. Only the brave can withstand her fear factor. So, it is no surprise that something like Dendar made Inkarnaka one of the Pillars. Nevertheless, Inkarnaka’s constant hunger means she sometimes attacks anything, even Dendar’s own forces!

Appearance:

Truly worthy of being considered a tormenting nightmare, her longest legs are about twenty feet long, so she is quite an immense monster. Long-legged, she is capable of very fast movement and attacks. Having many limbs means she can kick and stomp many times. Fortunately, she was probably much more frightening alive than dead.

Familiar/Animal Companion: Whenever Inkarnaka devours something whole, it undergoes forced necromancy until death, and is then puked out as an undead minion. It is assumed she is ready to regurgitate something.

Equipment & Accessories: Webs can be used as whips, lassos, shields, traps, or whatever constructed.

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George Rozas

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Name: Hraldmir Stormheart.
Age: Physically 28, born 49 years ago.
Gender: Male.
Race: Mountain Dwarf.

Archetype: Cursed Frostwraith.

Strengths*:

-Slot 1- Path of the Warrior - Hraldmir is a dangerous combatant with both sword and ax, possessing strength, skill and resilience.
-Slot 2- All That Is Needed - The cursed runic weapons sustain Hraldmir, taking his need to eat, drink, even sleep.
-Slot 3- Wrath of Winter - The cursed power of the runic blades grants Hraldmir great power over frozen magicks, if only he were able to tap into it freely.
-Slot 4- Fury - Hraldmir is angry. (Berserker unlocked.)
-Slot 5- Cursed Potential - One must wonder at the power within the blades, and how powerful Hraldmir could be when their power is given freely to their wielder.

Flaws:
-Slot 1- Frozen Soul - Hraldmir is vulnerable to flames.
-Slot 2- Cursebound - Hraldmir is unable to use any weapon aside from his cursed blades.
-Slot 3- Mutual Hatred - Whatever lurks within the cursed blades hates Hraldmir as much as he hates it, slowing any progress made towards full control of their power. What can thaw such frozen relations?
-Slot 4- Stubborn - He's a Dwarf, what else did you expect?
-Slot 5- Fury - Hraldmir is REALLY angry. (Berserker unlocked.)

Background: Born in the mountainhomes of the far East, Hraldmir was raised as a true Dwarf - to fight, to drink, to grow fine facial hair and, most importantly, to have the glimmer of adventure in his eye. His childhood years were as you might expect, where he made friends, played, learned, soon even started to train with his father. Hraldmir took the stories of legends to heart, and when he came of age set out into the world to make his own name - joined by his close childhood friends as hungry for fame and glory as he.

Ten years their group traveled, a group of five Dwarves with heavy weapons and loud voices, taking oddjobs, bounties and delving into old ruins. They fought bandits, monsters, elves and each other - always pulling I am Inferi.

20-Jan-2018 02:03:59

George Rozas

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through to complete their goal and have a round at the next tavern they came across. Indeed, their adventures were so successful that the name of Hraldmir Stormheart and his companions spread to the four reaches of the mountainhomes, their stories told even as they were being made. It appeared as though the young Dwarves would go down in the history books, maybe even become the next heroes of Dwarven folklore!

All of that changed when they went searching for the lost weapons of a legendary Dwarven king - Thoth the Conqueror. They trailed the stories and fragments of truth for over a year, each scrap fueling Hraldmir's obsession with finding such a legend and making it his own. As months went on his companions began to grow concerned for him, his obsession bordering on madness some days, yet not one of them suggested they abandon the hunt - they too were eager to find the resting place of Thoth.

One last lucky find put the last piece of the puzzle together, and the friends finally deciphered the location of Thoth's final rest. They traveled to the far Northern reaches of the continent, into the snowy tundra and cold mountains, further North than any current mountainhome still stood. There they became lost in a mighty blizzard, walking in whiteout for what must have been three days, tied together so they would not be lost to one another. The blizzard ended sharply on the fourth day, and before them the group found a great mountain fortress - abandoned. They delved into its depths.

Emptiness was what they found. Ghostly halls and empty stores, not a single body, nor weapon, nor single coin of gold. Deeper they delved, through winding corridors that seemed built to keep people from ever finding its centre, yet they did, coming upon a sealed tomb. They broke it open, and within lay remnants of stagnant water surrounding a single sarcophagus in the centre of an extravagantly carved room.

The sarcophagus was opened and within there lay a skeletal corpse, clutched in I am Inferi.

20-Jan-2018 02:04:05

George Rozas

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its hands two weapons with blades black as coal, enscribed with runic sigils none could read. They were immaculate, their edges still sharp, the gleam of their mysterious black iron brilliant - Hraldmir had to take them, and thus he grasped them by their handles and their fate was sealed. All he felt was a violent chill overcome his body and the sharp cries of his friends, then all went dark.

When Hraldmir awoke, it was to a cold like none he had ever known. The weapons remained in his grasp, but they were coated in a thin layer of frost that, to his horror, he found himself encrusted with. But the greatest horror was when he turned to come face to face with four frozen statues, parts crumbled and shattered from the tests of time.

The weapons were cursed. When he had taken hold of them, the cursed power flowed into him - overwhelming him, and exploded outwards so violently his friends and the entirety of the tomb were coated with solid ice. Now he was bound to them, as they were now to him. He emerged from the tomb a changed man, lost in grief he walked into the blizzard that remained where it had always been, and emerged three days later unscathed and none the worse for wear. When he reached civilization the world was not as he had left it, and as the Dwarf soon discovered he and his party had been gone for nearly twenty years. Frozen.

It had been nearly a year since Hraldmir's return, and ever since he had been wandering almost aimlessly - cleaving through any brigands or beasts that stood in his path, knowing not what to do. Then... Came a mysterious scroll, and for perhaps one last time in his life, Hraldmir knew there was something that he could do.

Or damn well die trying.

Appearance: Hraldmir stands at 4'5" tall, a little above average for a Dwarf - built with a stocky and burly form that boasts impressive strength. His skin is deeply pale and encrusted with frost, the faint blue and white rime lining his clothes and equipment, even his hair. His beard I am Inferi.

20-Jan-2018 02:04:11

George Rozas

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remains thick and braided, with two long braids on both his left and right side, the rest bushy - all encrusted with the same frost that lines the rest of his form. His hair is barely visible, only a little coming into sight before his curved horned helmet covers it from view - a faceguard coming down over the bridge of his nose and around his eyes. He has never seen fit to remove it, and indeed, it is possible the helmet is actually frozen to his head. Icy blue eyes, not their natural colour, stare out from them grimly - but when enraged, they roar with the howling fury of a man who has lost everything.

Familiar/Animal Companion: N/A

Equipment & Accessories*: Brown tunic, breeches, thick leather boots and heavy gloves. Hraldmir is garbed in gear suitable for winter travel, atop it all wearing a steel breastplate with faded bracers and greaves. Atop his head there is also the horned helmet with a faceguard.

However, the most important part of his equipment are the two weapons that he wields. A large runic battleaxe with a single head, crafted from what looks like some kind of black iron and engraved with runes that nobody seems able to read. It appears heavy, larger than an ordinary Dwarven battleaxe, and he wields it in only one hand.

The second weapon matches the first in construction, black iron with strange runes, but is a heavy looking broadsword with only a small guard. While passive they appear only strange, but when wielded in Hraldmir's hands they faintly glow with threatening power - a pale blue-black. To the touch, they are colder than ice.

((Alright, so, here is my new bio - hopefully it doesn't seem over the top, I was intrigued by the idea of a character bound to a cursed pair of artifact weapons. So as he gains more control/handles the thing inside the weapons better/both he gains more of the power within them.

How is it?)) I am Inferi.

20-Jan-2018 02:04:14

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