Posted by Macheath on March 16, 2000 at 09:41:39:
In Reply to: role (part II) posted by Viscrinth on March 11, 2000 at 15:30:03:
> 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.