(51 Lich Nec) (SCION) Khurmen the Chancellor of Scion

My life was once simple. I cured people. I made them better. I fixed
what it is I have become. But no more. The faith has left me. I had
faith once. Bria whos words I followed and molded my life around.
Her power would flow through me, allowing me to remove the sickness from
this land. But there was one I could not save. She ment more to me
than anything. And when I found she was ill I rushed from the temple
to her side. I felt fear, yet I was confident in my faith. How could
Lady Bria fail me now. When I saw her laying there my heart sank. She
looked bad. A band of orcs had attacked her caravan returning from the
elven city. Her face was mangled and her body was almost lifeless. I
placed my hands upon her. She was so cold. Tears filled my eyes. I
did not feel the Lady's power flowing through me. How could she not
come to me to save her? Did she know how much this women ment to me?
I watched her life leave her body. Her last breath, so slow the time
passed as she faded from me. I felt empty. I questioned my very being
at that moment. My faith in question. Ever since then I seem to be
cursed. I am unable to heal those about me. My touch only brings pain
and death. I will do anthing to have her back. I looked to magic. And
now I am a student. I kept a lock of her hair. So one day I may bring
her back to me...

I thought I was ready. I went to Arboria and called out to the priest
that rules the undead there. From what I understand he is thier creator.
I had begun to feel angered it did not respond to my callings. Yet I see
that it was a blessing. As I wandered about the High Tower of Sorcery
I came across a mage clutching a flask in his hands. He was dead.
He attempted the becoming without having total control of his magic
and himself. It was some what of an awakening. I had shown Jezebelle
this man as she has taken interest in this transformation. Her reaction
was the same as my Ailarealis would have reacted. I knew I must take
better preperation. I have returned to the libraries of the Chasm where
I work my magic with renewed vigor. I will be prepared before I return
to the Priest. And when he grants me audiance I will be prepared for
the task of the becoming. Then my understanding of the magic will
be reborn as shall my love.

After speaking with the High Priest

I called and it answered. Lord Dullameh had warned me to beware of this
one yet I took it lightly. The High Priest is indeed insane. Insane
with his work as am I. He spoke of things I never heard of before. Yet
I knew his meaning. I stood confident in the face of his wrath. And
my body is yet another to lose it life upon his altar. He now knows my
name. And I will not back down on what I seek. I belive he confused
me for a traveler or a sacrfice from a Priestess. Perhaps I did not
make my intentions clear. Or he simply refused to hear them. I will
return there and call to him again. I do know he will be angered, or
prehaps pleased that I come to bleed for him again. I shall take this
chance to ensure he knows of what I seek. And once I have become, what
I seek to do.

The becoming

It is finally done. As I waited for the High Priest to finish the
Elixir I found myself thinking of my last meal. The last time I would
feel the wind upon my flesh. Yet I was awoken by his calling me to
return. It was exactly as the painting Jezebelle gave me. I drank the
the Elixir with haste. I gasped for air. My vision faded. When my
eyes opened I felt odd. Perhaps it was the fact I was not breathing,
or the anger the High Priest had that I did not fail.

Two constalations burned bright in the heavens that night. That of Bria
and Shokai. I am sure Bria wished to watch her curse in full affect.
The Maran Lord sent his army for me that same night. I did battle with
a few of them. It was amazing. I could hear them breathing, thier hearts
beating. My senses flared like never before. Everything is so clear to
me now.

I have risen to power. Everything around me seems to move so slowly
as if I am so much more altert to my surroundings. Now that I no
longer require the things as a mortal I still find myself with a hunger.
A hunger for life. I am lured to it. As a shark is drawn to blood. I
find myself able to control this hunger for now. I can not let it
control me. I return my focus to my magic and how I will return
her to my side. The dark portal the sceptre is bound to calls to me. It
holds the power I seek. I will not be able to explore what I wish with
Uzurag in control. I will once again ask permisson to the Dark God for
his will to remove him and take his seat. It shall be mine.

After becoming Chancellor

Chancellor Uzurag found out about my plans for him and fled Thera never
to be seen again. He knew I would have fed off him till there was nothing
left.

The Dark Lord of the Chasm Valguarnera has completed a great work of magic.
Things between the dark world and this world have become closer. I have been
chosen to lead the Chasm in this new era of darkness. The power of the dark
world has become one with my own. I now hold the power I seek to ensure
things are made right. I can feel her so close to me now.



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