Monsavis the Master of Evocation

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Chapter 2

The piercing scream of a human female echoed through the hollow caverns
of Talshidar. The midwives looked down upon the still born child and
shrugged their shoulders slightly before it was tossed aside recklessly.
The would be son's mother too simply growled softly when she realized
what the soft silence of the bed chamber symbolized.
Sudden gasps arose from the midwives as the discarded carcass drew breath
of its own accord. Still there we no cries from the babe, only deep
breaths and a piercing gaze that seemed too haunting and malicious
for a babe, even one born of the Talshidar blood. The spark of Titivilus
had found a home.

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The spark of Titivilus was full born into the young child of talshidar.
From early child hood the memories of the life he once was burned in him.
Monsavis he was named, as the child grew so did his seemingly endless
appetite for blood. As young Monsavis grew into adolescence the caverns
became less and less hospitable for him. Already he had made many enemies
amongst his kind. A lesson learned early amongst his kind, he knows now
not to repeat that mistake. Never show his enemy the true measure of
his infernal fortitude. He took away from himself a measure of what he once
was. Modeled his outer self after those he had long ago learned to despise.
A ruffian, a sour mouthed foul tempered venemous little bastard that would
sell his mother for a profit. Better they think him greedy, uncouth,
oppertunistic.. than even begin to suspect his true nature and his true
purpose. Titivilus had waited more an era to be born, Sword of Baal will
not fail again. It could wait.. the ages had no meaning for the damned.

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Chapter 3

A bone chilling wail echoed through the walls of Baal's Palace. Baal
and his daughters surrounded the blood drenched body of Titivilus. His
chest cavity had been torn open and his five hearts exposed to the elements.
As the daughters continued to serenade their father with an unholy melody,
Baal uttered a series of arcane utterings. Instantly three of the Devil's
hearts turned to stone. One turned black and slowly transformed into a
small violet orb. The other remained where it was, alive and beating as
the chest cavity slowly folded back and mended itself. This was Baal's
mercy. He had taken more than half of Titivilus's soul for his own. One
spark was left within to allow the Sword to continue its duties in Dis.
The other would be the vessel of his revenge upon the Maran. As the
daughters danced around their father, Baal turned to his throne and reached
out to the heavens. An earth shattering roar broke the eerie silence that
surrounded them. Through sheer force of will, Baal pushed that spark circle
through circle. Until it had broken free of the Inferno and entered the
realm of mortals. Here it would be free to float towards the greatest
concentration of evil in thera and be born into what ever blood that would
be strong enough to bare an infernal soul.

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Driven by an infernal lust for blood, this thing sought out the greatest
concentration of wickness under the stars. There was a time.. long before
he earned a place of honor among the damned. When his mortal shell walked
a thera that was barely recognizable to him. Those institutions long gone
even the memory of some long faded from theran psyche. Some faiths that
he could have called upon, those too swallowed by the gaping maw of time.
Yet of old prophecies new were born, the passing of the Nighmare gave birth
to a new one, the similarities are shocking. Amun'Khur and the prophecy of
the Scions of eternal night.
To link those.. that is his goal, to find in him a measure of the being that
he once was. To awaken the sleeping behemoth and bring the endless night.
To raise again the bloody standard of the Black Sun.
But for now he would serve under the Night, and look for tell tale signs
of a god long thought dead.

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Chapter 4

Titivilus the Sword of Baal lay broken before his infernal liege.
His massive wings and claws pinned to the throne with thick iron nails.
His failure had been enormous, and so would be his punishment. As the
war waged within the streets of Dis, a small unencumbered party of Maran
fought their way into the Palace and to the Hammer. Caught off guard the
Sword and its minions could not stop the hammer from being carried off.
Although all but one of the Maran Commando party perished, most of them
at the hands of Titivilus. The last survivor was able to whisk away the
Hammer to safety and rejoin the Maran force. As the horns of retreat
sounded and resounded across the city, the Maran force retreated back
out of the city. What little was left of it, a full three fourths of those
that had come were claimed within the walls of the Infernal City.
Yet their victory was clear, the Overgod of the Light had succeeded in
rescuing the Dwarven Thane from his infernal prison. An infuriated Baal
turned on his Sword for failig him. It was not believed that a Devil of
Titivilus's power could be executed. Yet that was the sentence given to
him by Baal. And no one had ever dared doubt the power that was Baal.
As the hours to his execution began to draw close Titivilus's pleading
earned him a reprieve. There was no mercy in Baal, yet the thirst for
revenge had long since turned into a Bloodlust.
The Sword of Baal would be given one chance to earn back his unlife.

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Chapter 5

As the ever familiar beat of war drums sounded across the walls of Dis,
Dis's Weaponsmaster and Baal's Sword scrambled together towards the Palace.
For the first time in their infernal lives the War drums' beat signaled an
unknown enemy. It was not the forces of Dis Pater that assaulted the Palace
of Baal. As they scrambled towards the home of their infernal liege numerous
gray-clad men and women broke over the city's walls and poured into the
streets. A new enemy had arrived among the damned, and this one no doubt had
come to retrieve the object of their Lord's newest infatuation.
They arrived in Baal's inner sanctum to find Baal and his daughters preparing
for battle. The Maran... they were named. Followers of the Overgod Shokai.
Come to reclaim the vessel of the Dwarven Thane's soul.
Baal rose from his massive throne and called forth his Sword and his
weaponsmaster. Agrhealadean the Weaponsmaster was given the task of leading
Baal's armies into battle. Titivilus, Baal's Sword was entrusted with the
safe keeping of the hammer. With the tasks given out Baal descended into
Dis to wreak havoc among the living.

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