Corilanth Tal-Siyth the Mummy Lord

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Chapter 7

Corilanth does not know where he was born.....his parents, family heritage,
all lost with time. As long as he can remember though he has been on his own,
with only vague memories of those who cared for him until the age of seven
or eight. Not the strongest person, and fearing direct conflicts, corilanth
never resulted to stealing or killing other people to survive. For most of
his younger years, he lived off killing animals...cats dogs..even rats.
Because of what he ate to survive, he never grew to be big and strong. As he
grew older, Corilanth not only killed his prey to survive anymore, he was
fascinated with it. He began to study the bodys, their anatomy, even began
experimenting with new ways to kill them. It was then he realized whatever he
path he would choose in life, there would be death and destruction along the
way.
The time came in his life where Corilanth killed a man. A ranger by the looks
of him, came across the act of Corilanth desecrating an animals body in
study. The ranger was enraged, and attacked. Corilanth fell backwards, the
force of the rangers body striking his with great force. When he got up, he
saw the ranger had fallen on his knife, or perhaps he had stabbed him. He was
unsure. Then, as curiosity grew, he began to cut up the fallen rangers body,
examining this body part and that. Taking his knapsack, he found enough coins
to survive a while, and a small orb, wrapped in black cloth, covered in runes
of ancient magic he could not understand. putting the small orb in his
beltpouch, he finished his study, finding great pleasure in it, and went on
his way. Taking the coins, he went to the necromancers guild in a city
nearby, and paid to have his potential in the dark arts tested. The
guildmaster told him he had vast potential, unimagineable even, and enrolled
him in the guild. Corilanth was pleased, and
began to study the ways of death, knowing big things lie in wait for him.

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Chapter 6

The small orb I took from the rangers corpse is curious indeed. It seems
charged with mass amounts of negative energy, and pulses whenever I puck it
up. It is small and black, making a perfect sphere, and seems to glow with
darkness, if thats at all possible. Covering the orb in writing of what seems
like pure energy are ancient runes. I cannot read them, but I feel strangely
connected to them, drawn to them. I believe the orb is some kind of key to an
ancient dark power. I must know more, I must know everything...

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Chapter 5

Upon much questioning and many sleepless hours studying ancient text in the
guilds library, I believe i have discovered the secret to the orb. I believe
it to be a curse of some type, ageing all the way back to the chaos wars.
This is a power I must harness, I will wield it and show the fools whom
oppose me the true power of the dark arts. Nothing will stop me now, the
corpses will pile up and the rancid smell of death will bring tears to the
peoples eyes. My studys will not be interrupted again.

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Chapter 4

Corilanth began to hone his fighting skills. Never being a strong fighter, he
found it much more to his liking to hide back from the shadows and strike
foes at their weakest moment. He is well aware of his power now, and knows
that more will come with time...so he is very patient. Perhaps a virtue or a
curse, its one of his many qualitys that has kept him true to his studys.
Once his foes are slain, Corilanth kepps a journal of his findings with the
bodys. The make of an arials wingspan, the quality of the pointy ears of
elves. He experiments with different combinations of the dark magics on his
prey, seeking new and effective ways to deteriorate their bodys and bring
them a quicker death. In some cases, he finds ways to bring them a more drawn
out and painful death. All the while his powers are growing darker and
stronger, severing him from humanity and fueling his neverending thirst for
death. He has found that the dark magics are now one with him, with his body,
mind and spirit, at every moment with the wave of his hand he could curse
someones body to a terrible disease, or rip their eyesight away, causing them
to live in misery. Such terrible things, but to him, its fascinating....its
bliss.

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Chapter 3

Beats of sweat rolled down Corilanths face as he dove to the right, the
mighty mithril axe narrowly missing his head. He couldn't handle much more of
this, the axe wielding giant was too much. He had to think of something,
think of a quick way out of the...*WHACK* The handle of an axe struck him
squarely in the chest, knocking him off his feet. He didn't even have time to
think it was so intense. With a thrust of his free hand, Corilanth covered
the giants eyes with a thick gooey film, blinding him. The giant wildly and
blindly swung his axes, even more dangerous now. Corilanth rolled hard to one
side, and pulled a small cloth out of his pocket. When he tossed the cloth
aside, it revealed the small black orb. It was either this, or a quick death
on a big axe. Feeding his emotions into the orb, it began to glow black
light. The giant wildly chopped over a pile of barrels in the alley, looking
for corilanth. When the orb started vibrating, he screamed out the words
Vizarmah, Az'Mahan! He then threw the orb at the giant, and there was a large
explosion. The last thing Corilanth saw through the blood running in his
eyes, was the giant disinergrate to dust before his eyes...then all went
black.
When he awoke, Corilanth felt different. He felt as if something were inside
of him, though not pain or pleasure...just a presence. He staggered his way
to his guild, and told his guildmaster of the incident, and what he had done.
His guildmaster threw back his head and laughed loud enough to quiet the
whole guild. "You fool, that orb was meant for the hands of a lich only, made
by a lich himself! We dont decide not to use them for fun fool, we dont use
them because everyone near the blast is either destroyed instantly, or is
diseased, cursed to have his insides rot away at an accelerated rate. Its
quite painful too." Corilanths jaw dropped in shock. Could he have been so
blind for power that he missed a key element in his study of the orb? He
quickly closed his mouth and spoke out hopefully, "Ill just head over to the
town cleric, he will handle this and I will be fine." The guildmaster grinned
and said, "There aint no cure for it thats known, you fool of an ametuer. You
are....doomed." Corilanth sat down, knees shaking. His mind was racing.
Solution...there was always a solution to a problem, without a solution,
there was no problem...What if....no...but maybe...Corilanth sighed. Then it
hit him. There was no cure they knew, that thera knew. But the other planes
of exhistance? Corilanth grinned. There would be no stopping him now. He had
a new goal, he would seek answers and a cure from the outer planes, and one
would be found. He would not fall before his time, before his peak of power.
He would be great, the most feared sorcerer in all the lands, not even the
promise of decay away to death could stop him. He thought for a moment. One
word came to his mind, there was only one group of sorcerers dark enough to
reach other planes of exhistance without the talent of conjuration. One
group, with hearts so dark mothers used their name to frighten children at
night. And that name was Scion.

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Chapter 2

After seeking out the scion and gaining standing in his guild, Corilanth
began to study the Ccul'Gra and their world of existance. Corilanth by
himself could not find a cure, or the answer he needed to make a cure. The
lesser clans of the Ccul'gra seemed only interested in loot and plunder and
chaos, from his understanding, and lacked the power to harness the true
magics to lift his curse. The greater clans though, were said to harness
magic of unimaginable power, however they kept themselves distant from the
mortals of thera. It was said if they wished contact with you, they would
come to you in their dreams, and speak to you with telepathy and empathy.
Corilanth knew he needed to make himself noticed in their world somehow, and
hope they came in his dreams before it was too late.

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Chapter 1

His condition worsening Corilanth's options were fading to nothingness. He
had become very powerful in the Chasm, feared and respected throughout thera.
Only he knew of his disease, and it got worse by the day. Sometimes he even
lost his sight for moments at a time. The Ccul'Gra idea was a failure.
Corilanth had failed to reach the greater Ccul'Gra, or failed to impress
them, and no bargains were made. There would not be a cure found in other
planes. His last chance for survival was immortality. Corilanth looked forth
with fear, though he will never let others see it, and began his research on
Arboria, and on the becoming, preparing for what must be.

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Chapter 0

Corilanth awoke, so to speak to darkness. Perhaps he didn't exactly awake,
perhaps he was drifting in and out of reality the entire time, but could not
remember. His entire body ached over, most of all, the burn in his eyes. He
went to rub his eyes, a bandaged hand rubbing only an empty socket. Time
stretched on....how long had he been down here? He went to take a deep breath
and stand, and realized he had not been breathing. Not a creature stirred in
the mummification chamber around him. He was alert, lifeless...he felt, cold.
But feeling was a different sense all together now...things had changed, he
had changed. The disease that had ravaged his body was gone now. Weakly he
stood, the scraping of tattered bandages echoing throughout the chamber. He
was weak, vulnerable. Had he taken a step back in power to prepare for a jump
forth? "Perhaps", he thought to himself. Holding out a bandaged arm he willed
the fingers slowly on one hand, and on the other. "Time is on my side now, he
thought to himself. Or perhaps it is not. Perhaps all has changed while I
slumbered". Moving toward the exit to the mummication chamber, he thought to
himself "And now to take what is mine within the chasm..."

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