Noma Skyrend the Prideful Morian, Elite Imperial Blade

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Chapter 6

Noma has cast aside all ties to the balance and has
let her father Morius within her completely. This
indwelling has blessed her with being one with the
father and ultimately the darkness. Such a transition
has not come without a price. This union has caused a
slight aberration with Noma's vast intellectual prowess.
She has discovered that the melding of both souls has
left her with amnesia, which she has vowed to piece
together once again as only she can.

Noma continually has tried to teach and nurture the
the Village of Battleragers with the word, but as time
passed, their inferior mind and body proved unteachable.

Even for the greatest of teacher's Noma.

Soon. Noma's grand plan would take fruition. She saw
that the combined feeble minds of all the villagers of
the past, present, and even the future, could not truly
grasp the grand design and gift that magic brought to
this world. For it was the father who set the table for
all to eat from.

Noma's keen eye in her plan lifted the veil upon the
skull throne she coveted and she seen it as it really
was. An lackluster pile of bone unfitting for a queen.
So she desired something more tasteful, more indulging
of her greatness.

The day came where she was "told to do" by the newly
appointed Drillmistress Ioxia. Noma's pride stood in
the forefront and did not budge to the weak bird. And
Noma was cast from the village as Noma played upon the
bird's own pride and vanity. Planting a Noma seed in
in her to convert her.

Now Noma has found a greater throne to pursuit. A throne
fitting for a queen. Noma's grand intellect first tricked
the War Master Zaol to place a bounty of the highest
in all the lands upon Noma as she stood her ground with
him and lured him to do so. Once her hut was then burned.
She played upon the drow's allure with Noma and got
him to accept her. Through the dream then Noma wandered
to safely offer her corpse to one of the Imperial Lord's
of the undead. It was Lord Gaspare who was enticed by
Noma's sweet smelling flesh and the vast amounts that
riddled the plains of the dreams. He would give Noma
oath and she swore that he may have any of her corpses
she left behind, as any corpse of hers, is far better
then any on the market. With the words her oath finalized.

Now she has taken on the last name of the father and
has vowed to be the beacon for all the Empire. She will
offer the oath and recruit the masses into the Imperial
horde. As the greatest Imperial Recruiter ever.
A small step in Noma Morius's rise to power.

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Chapter 5

Morius- Time passed and she heard a voice calling unto her. The
voice echoed through her soul and beckoned her to the village of
Balator. There within the office of Thrym, famed Battlerager of
renown, and symbol of the Village. Noma struck down Thrym at the
slightest of urging from the man in the painting. Noma's saw it
as the perfect opportunity to impress him with her devotion. For
the faith, far exceeds the trivial landscape of the village in
her eyes.

Devotion- Noma is totally devoted to the man in the painting and
as she is seduced further by the vice of pride and explores the
other vices, her zealot ways will slowly come to fruition. She has
begun to scour the lands for fitting prizes and trophies to regale
the man in the painting of her conquests and rise in hierarchy of
the church.

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Chapter 4

The stench of death slowly drifts through the double doors from
the nearby graveyard as a familiar cloud giant squeezes between
them and lumbers over towards a donation bowl. She peers up at
a painting of a smiling man as she clumsily reaches into the bowl
and takes several food related items that were offered within.

Crunching down on a loaf of stale bread, the cloud giant speaks
the words, "Man in Painting, as crumbs fly out from her mouth."

Suddenly the stained glass windows in the church begin to swirl
and the colors slowly blend and shift creating new images as a
story begins to unfold:

The Village- Noma has found her way into the village of the famous
Battleragers and built her hut upon a hillock facing the others.
She has begun training in the ways of a Scout, for in her eyes the
berserkers are a bunch of mindless men and brutes. She has fought
in her first Rites and for being not as trained as most of the
others, she made it to the test of wits, however fell short.
Her prideful thinking has explained it that it was fixed from the
start, there was no way of outwitting either Wotburd or Broag as
the outcome was already set. She has now set her sights on the
Commander as she sees him as weak and brittle piece of shale that
will easily crumble under the weight of leadership.

Pride- Noma met the dark-elf Riettlor, patriarch of Pride to the
church. From the beginning, she saw the drow as a stepping stool
for more. She admired the trophies Riettlor a massed and began to
want them for herself. They butted heads over and over, neither
yielding ground to the other. Until a middle ground was met. Noma
spoke much of the "Man in the Painting." A simple seed planted
can blossom to produce a bountiful fruit. The seed was dropped in
the soil of Broag. It was up to Noma to water it and urge it to
sprout. The fruit it would yield would be Noma's first trophy to
be had.

Broag- Noma has worked and manipulated Broag from the beginning
as she slowly is seduced by her sinful nature. She lured him in
a way that her seed would sprout with very little nurture or
watering. She took pride in how easy the task was, as she lead
him to the church and offered him to the man in the painting.
Broag prayed to him. And the seed sprouted and its fruit ripened.
Noma plucked the wonderous fruit from the tree of Broag and she
placed it upon a pedestal in her hut. Admiring it day and night.

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Chapter 3

The sounds of struggle echo throughout the canyons and long the
beaten path south of Udgaard. A massive mound of black moss has
begun to engulf the equally gargantuan form of a cloud giant as
they roll back and forth upon the sandy shores of nearby lake.
Moss flies into the air as both beasts struggle to gain the upper
hand against each other. Standing upright and then floating into
the air and towards the very clouds above, the giant slices with
and upwards swing with his pike from within the mass of moss.

Below both mighty beasts, travelers and sentries glance skyward
as they hear a wailing howl from above. The cloud giant can be
seen rending the moss creature completely in twain as both halves
fall upon the path below. Travelers and sentries gather as they
look towards the sky then at the fallen beast and whisper..

"The cloud defeated the magic beast."

"Hail to Skyrend the Cloud Giant!"

Floating down towards the northern road towards the southern
regions, the cloud giant thumps down upon the ground wiping the
loose black moss clinging to her and pulling clumps from beneath
her mass of skin and muscle. Suddenly she spots upon the tip of
her pike a patch of black moss with a swathe of white within.
Pulling the clump from the tips, a leaflet of paper slowly rocks
back and forth in the air, free from the trappings of the moss.
The piece of paper gently lands in her lap as the glances down
at the words written on it with a confused look on her face.

Scratching her bald her she reads the words written aloud..

"Bless are Prideful. Strong never fail!"

"Indulge."

"Noma Strong!"

"Noma Indulge!"

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Chapter 2

The sounds of arguing can be heard just off the main throughway
of the Jade Court in Udgaard. A massive cloud giant stands wedged
into doorway of the Scholar's Response blocking any exit from
the establishment. Three men dressed in crimson robes argue with
Averius the owner of the shop over a shipment of scrolls that
were poorly scribed and crumbled upon reciting the enchantments.

As the argument ensues, the cloud giant shoves some limb snacks
into her massive mouth and bellows out with laughter. Half-eaten
food flies from her mouth as she points at Averius and escalates
the situation with heckling.

"Dumb scholar cheat wizard men!"

"Scholar write like blind fingerless man!"

"Noma better! Noma real scholar!"

As her chastising continues the three mages and Averius look more
on edge as they go back and forth yelling. Suddenly, the cloud
giant heaves her knapsack over her massive shoulders, and purposely
hits it against the back one of the mages shoving him forward. The
other mages take a defensive stance as Averius is hit by the mage
who stumbled forward. Feeling threatened, Averius grabs a scroll
from under the counter reciting it quickly before the mages can
finish their incantation. With a blinding flash and the smell of
sulfur, the three trio of mages are reduced to pillars of ash.

Wiping sweat from his brow, Averius glances at the cloud giant
in the doorway as slowly grabs another scroll preparing for anything.
The cloud giant turns towards the road, splintering the frames of
the door she is wedged in as she reaches outwards towards the three
pillars of ash. With a mighty swat she crumbles the piles to the floor
and erupts in laughter.

"Dumb Dumb mages!"

"Noma Smarter!"

"Noma Stronger!"

"Noma Bigger!"

"Noma Aliver!"

With a confused look on his face, Averius peers over the counter
towards the ash on the floor of his shop and the mess and pleads
at the cloud giant as she floats off.

"Hey who is going to help me clean this mess up?"

Turning her massive head towards Averius right before she disappears
from sight, she bellows out...

"Noma better den broom men!"

"Dumb dumb clean up own mess!"

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Chapter 1

Far in the Northern Mountains, a dying fire emits its last
bit of heat and light from within a cavern nestled away in
the tundra. Shadows dance along the walls within, revealing
some type of crude pictures etched into the stone. These
cave drawings seem to tell a tale as shadows slink across
each image.

It depicts the visage of Gorindos the Cloud King and his
people around him. Off alone, sitting atop of a cloud that
hangs over them is a young cloud giant girl dressed in
the tribal colors as the King.

The pictures begin to show a great battle with a giant
bear drawn with a demon-like appearance. The greatest
warriors of the cloud kingdom are shown here battling
the bear. All of them curiously enough are males. Off
to the side the same cloud giant girl is drawn. Blood
has been smeared on the face giving her an angry look
about her.

The next set of pictures depict a short little man which
is drawn in such a way that he appears deformed and ugly.
The man appears to be robed and is some type of advisor or
wizard for the King. The Cloud King Gorindos is hunched over
right next to the man whom is in the act of whispering in
the King's ear.

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