Posted by Viscrinth on March 11, 2000 at 15:30:03:
In Reply to: My description and role (part I)... posted by Viscrinth on March 11, 2000 at 15:26:50:
Viscrinth was a somewhat excited and arrogant young mage at first, but grew in age and maturity After a particularly successful battle against the Warders of Nature alongside Yaethle, Viscrinth suffered from becoming sickness, but did not want others to know. He felt The Great Ghost Dance was a great surprise to Viscrinth. He had understood that there (More was added, I just didn't copy it... It involved his conversation with Khiravn, and why he had deemed the Maran a group of ignorants not unlike the battleragers, as they have condemned necromancy, despite what the user of the art may have been using it for.)
as he passed through his guildranks. He managed to become a master of many of the most complex
necromantic spells in a matter of days, and his progress only became quicker as time wore
on. He reached the pinnacle mortal rank of the Necromancer's guild in seemingly a matter
moments. He began to pursue his true goal at this point, becoming a master of his craft
so that his magic would never fail him when he needed it like it did his parents, and destroying
nature and all of it's imperfections.
a felar anti-paladin and fellow student of the Tower, he had felt a cold tinge in
the back of his skull, and an urge to become. He visited the being whose mastery
of the art of necromancy exceeded anyone else's... The Evil Elven Cleric of Arboria.
He was told to gather a stone marked with a symbol of the gods and their home, a
leather loop fitted with a stone within a crystal, the rod of slumber and the
dismembered tail of an outcast devil. The first two were gathered very quickly.
The third took a bit of exploration, and due greatly to the efforts of Karyn,
Viscrinth was left with but a single item lacking. The fourth item left him nearly
hopeless. When the possibility of death of age finally faced him, Shazrifan, the
first conjurer hero of the Tower, had found the whip. He visited the cleric a final
time, and though his last mortal moments are a blur of near insanity, the moments after
continue to resound in his mind with a crystal clarity. He had become... He had become a
lich, a being nearly free from the bounds of nature. He had become what he had wished
to since he observed the sickening sight of nature's flaws as a boy, an abomination
to nature, and one of the ultimate wonders of Magic.
that a being as powerful as a lich showing weakness to those that would depend on his
leadership at times would lower the morale of the Tower, and make others doubt him...
This is not to say that he did not suffer, and that the mental anguish caused by
his becoming had no effect on him or the way he acted. He became a bit more violent,
impatient and angry from attempting to suppress the symptoms, and even more fanatic
in his war against nature, and struggle to keep the Tower on the "top". He always
thinks of the Tower first and other things second, saving himself from destruction
at times because he believes that he is an asset to the Tower, and it would be
foolish to destroy himself pointlessly, so that he could not live to defend the Tower on
another occasion.
was sacrifice involved, but had assumed that it would only be the sacrifice of the
students of the Tower, himself included, and had no problem with that. Keeping the Orb
safe and clean was worth almost anything to Viscrinth... Twist's sacrifice left Viscrinth
a bit guilty... He would have sacrificed himself in the stead of Twist if he could have.
Seeing the new Tower was a bittersweet event for him. The Tower that he had lived much
of his life and unlife within was hollow, empty and cold, much like himself. Although the
new Tower is grand, he does not see it like he did the original Tower.