Corirander the Weaver of the Elements, Priest of Lust

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Chapter 6

Havin spent years mastering his magic he has been trying to find how to
properly apply it to combat. He has spoken to many on desire pushing others
to the church with some success. Though it seems Father Morius sleeps as the
ones he has sent have yet to be marked by him as faithful. With the constant
bloodshed he wonders just how long he will last within the world. He needs to
start being careful in his hunts to allow himself to enjoy himself longer. He
douesn't want the fun to stop.


He wants to focus more on preaching after he dies to incite the desires of
his enemies. IT would be better than his petty curiosity that he has shown so
far. He was hoping to meet anyone of the Chasm but there has been none around
yet.

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Chapter 5

He hazily managed to explain of a portal that would make him both larger
and allow access to the world outside. Angry and confused Corirander said
"You could of left at anytime?!" The king stated "Of course I could have but
why would I leave? I had everything I could ever want. It can take you home."
Corirander smiles cruelly before saying "Why would I leave? I have everything
I want right here." He spent the next two hours torturing the fallen king.
Slowly alternating between burning and freezing his flesh in small portions.
Nearly comatose the king laid on the ground drooling. Surely the king would
die from his injuries so might as well let him suffer through it.


He quickly found the portal finding himself in the weald outside of
Galadon. He arrived home his family in shock at his body and his newfound
cruel nature. They rejected him for turning away from the blessings of Sra.
It only caused him to smile as he murdered every last one. His skin crawling
with the beautiful sensation of their

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Chapter 4

It tooks months before he was properly trained. Despite this during his
labors he would sometimes slip with a light lisp. Spending a week within the
torture chambers to correct his failings. He was treated as nothing more than
vermin by everyone including the king's harem. It was almost as if they went
out of their way to step, spit, or harass him. Slowly hated for them crept
into his heart and self hatred plagued him. Knowing he wouldn't need to
suffer if he wasn't such a passive weakling.


He mused to himself while he dutifully cleaned up the filth of the king's
habits. Might of been better to learn to kill those savages or join them?
These thoughts started growing as his hatred for himself and all around him
grew. Soon in his private time he would train his magic. He could still feel
the magic surround him which made him question why he didn't see a single
mage nor any magic used by anyone here.


A strange occurrence happened as a young and beautiful saurian female was
brought before the king. Disgusted Corirander thought to himself that he had
finally captured one of his kin to add to his harem. All he did was snap his
fingers and his harem descended upon her beating her and ripping her apart.
Her screams and calls for aid as she stared in horror directly at Corirander.
He felt his fingers grow cold feeling the excess mana fill him.


Throwing an icicle into the back of the head of one of the king's harem.
Shock overcomes the chamber as they searched for the source to see corirander
radaiting magic. He wastes no time as he throws more icicles at the women who
tormented him. The king called for his guards the very same who tortured
him. Killing them was just as pleasureful as the king's whores. The more
blood he shed the more he wanted more. It was everything he wanted for so
long coming together.


Despite this he kept an eye on the king. Making sure to throw some magic
toward him to prevent him from moving too far. AS the onslaught came to a
close he approached the hundled and fearful king. He begged for his life.
Corirander laughed before heating his hand and tenderly placing his hand on
the king's face. The sound of cooking flesh was only enhanced by his
agonizing scream. He relents saying "I can't have you passing out just yet,
Where did you get all the materials for this building and the city?"

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Chapter 3

For several days he explored making sure to avoid the savage cannibals that
would surely eat him. It took only a few eves before he was found and was set
to be chased. He was pushed into the deeper forest that he had yet to
explore. Running for his life they pushed him until he saw a brightly lit
area. He rushed toward it hearing the yells behind him. He saw a staircase
guarded by two strong looking guards. Instinctively he hid behind the guards
as the savages approached. They saw the two guards and turned back in fear.
Indignation could be seen on their faces.


The guards looked at him in disgust. They ask condescendingly if he would
like the aid of their king? Corirander being desperate and not knowing the
danger accepted. Anything had to be better than running from savages. He was
brought into a grand city filled people rushing about living their lives with
a hurried and wary expressions. At first everything seemed normal until he
noticed a distinct lack of young women and an even greater lack of arials,
felar, Centaurs, and saurian and even stranger a lack of young woman of any
race.


He thought to himself Enpolad must not of brought any within his
experiment. Thinking back he did see a few of those races among the savages.
He didn't have much time top ponder this as he was staring at a massive gate
of the largest building in the city. It must be a temple or palace though he
was betting on a palace. Inside everything was lavishly done. How did anyone
manage to get these materials especially in such a small place. His long
continued to guide him as he was hurried along until he was brought into what
he assumed would be the king's chambers.


The king was surrounded by women in various state of undress delighting
himself in the pleasures they bring. The guard spoke loudly and clearly. My
king we have one of the vermin seeking your protection, how would you like to
proceed? The King turned away to look at Corirander with eyes filled with
hatred and disgust. A cruel smile grace his face as he declared "I could
always use a slave to clean my pleasure chamber". Rage took over Corirander
as he yelled he was no slave with a slight lisp.


Fury overtook the King as he called to the guards to take him away for
training. Mentioning to break him of that filthy bestial accent. Corirander
was taken away and spent months being trained as the King's personal chambers
cleaner. This involved training in proper speech, politeness, and requires in
serving the king's whims. More often than not this was taught to trail and
error. Error leading to lashings until the lesson was sealed in his flesh.

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Chapter 2

Groggily he wakes within a forest with everything he had gone. His
weapons, his books, and worst yet his clothing. The air around him is soaked
with magical energy but everything seemed normal. He couldn't put his finger
on what was out of place. Thirst and hunger push him forward to forage for
food. Never being much of a hunter he still took to the skills he was taught
in his youth. Managing to find water and various foods.


Wild yells could be heard near by and despite his trepidation he move
closer. Trying to keep low and keep out of eye sight. As luck would have the
sounds were coming from beyond a cliffside in a small valleyed area. He was
able to get a good view of the events down below. What he saw horrified him.
Two creatures were running from a small horde of savage looking humaniod
creatures. Longer he looked caused the scene unfolding before to become more
clear.


A drow and a high elf were running from a group comprised of various races.
Humans, drow, elves, centaurs, and everything inbetween could be seen. The
mass slowly gaining on their prey until they were both caught.
Unceremoniously they were ripped apart and eaten raw by the ravenous horde.
Just where was he? He thought to himself before turning to put as much
distance as he could between himself and those monsters.


Starting off slowly before bolting off into a panicked sprint. He ran for
what felt like hours until he crashed into something solid. Dirt covered but
clearly some sort of glass structure. Die the grime he cannot see exactly
what this structure is. Noticing a bit of light peering from near the top he
climbs a near by tree. Looking through the space allowing light in he sees
what looks like a massive room. Filled with magical artefacts, books, and
materials of a mage.


He has a moment of realization where he finds that Enpolad betrayed him.
Trapping him in this strange glass structure. What could be the reason?

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Chapter 1

Born within the Saurian village like most who head out to adventure. He had a
normal peaceful upbringing. Blessed by Sra as he dedicated his life to
learning more about peaceful applications of magic. Making trips to Galadon
whenever he could to study within the invokers guild. Though he made friends
with those within other guilds. Always seeking to understand the other guilds
and the benefits of their magic. Weekly a svirfnebli by the name of Enpolad
would show within the darker streets of Galadon. Silver tongued he made
friends with the young saurian.


Telling Carirander of the wonders of magic that he has seen and the beauty
that it can create. Slowly gaining the saurian's trust until eventually
inviting him to his game garden. Enpolad kept his promise to show him nbw
magic. Excitement overcame Corirander but it wasn't long lived. Enpolad asked
him for a small favor. Aid with an experiment of his that would in his words
be groundbreaking and change the world of magic for the better.


Corirander being young and foolish agreed with some slight reservations. He
was shown to a small room where Enpolad told him to wait. From another room
he could hear the chanting of several mages echoing what seemed to be
Enpolad's voice. Pain shot throughout his body as he felt himself shrink
down. Strange he thought in the moment as a reduce spell shouldn't hurt. Soon
he felt himself shrinking smaller and smaller. A surge of darkness overtook
him as he fell asleep.

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