Vicuric Omar'ral the Master of Necromancy, Provincial Magistrate

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Chapter 11

Born as any other, Vicuric hails from the smaller communities of Tir-Talath.
As a child he was very well cared for by his parents. So much so that his
constant focus upon doing right over wrong became a problem with his ability
to make friends. So many lacked trust in Vicuric because he would not join
in their child play, and he simply withdrew more and more. As he was not
more than eight, he lost the interest to impress or meet others.

Out of his early child hood, Vicuric always understood and believed in Order.
It is the firm foundation needed for growth, dedication, belief's and
civilization to take birth.

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Chapter 10

The night of Vicuric's fourteenth birthday, and Vicuric was oblivious to how
his life was about to change.

Chanting, hollaring and cries of death feeled the night air several hours
after Vicuric had fallen asleep. Rising from his covers, he quickly dressed
and moved to his bedside window to look upon the night.A blend of red and
orange filled the sky. Houses in this small community had been set ablaze,
including his own.

Running down the stairs to find his parents and face this unknown threat, he
was unaware that the earlier yells of death had risen from his own house. As
he stepped off the stairway, the blood of his parents marred the front door,
walls, and furnishings.Before Vicuric could even gasp, the strange beast
that hovered over his parents remained lunged for his face, burying Vicuric
with his claw.

Fiery pain traced the side of Vicuric's face as he tumbled backwards and fell
down the stairway leading to the house's basement. The accompanying slumber
was filled with the images of death and the final moment when that beast who
lunged for his face reformed his body to a humanoid's form.

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Chapter 9

Vicuric awoke as a fourteen year old to the taste of ash and smoke. Burried
amid the timber and remains that had once been his home, he ventured away
from the community of Tir-Talath.

Pained by the unprovoked murder of his parents and the memories of the
previous night, Vicuric found himself within the northern gates of Galadon.
Tormented and without anything other than the clothes upon his back, Vicuric
was soon before the Guild of Necromancy. Although an invisible voice barred
him entrance, he remained at the entrance. Sleeping and waiting until he
might find shelter within.

After three nights, Vicuric was near dillusional when a strange man stepped
from the entrance of the guild.His features hidden beneath the veils of his
cloak, he but merely beckoned for Vicuric to rise and follow.

It was this day that Vicuric began the study of Necromancy.

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Chapter 8

As a student of Necromancy, I have found myself. My destiny remains untold,
but I have found Order within my heart to such a potency I name myself an
acolyte of Lord Trabryn.

While order is potent within myself, it stands upon the foundations of
dedication and honesty.These are the points of the Indigo Triangle as I
envision them to be, though Order to be the pinnacle.

With this insight to myself, I seek out the Shrine of my lord. I believe I
know its location, but as I pen this now it remains a dangerous sojourn. My
duty to uphold and protect Order.

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Chapter 2

I have found myself displeasing the guildmaster upon his summons. He has
offered me a warning that I have taken with all seriousnous, as I have let
the war of Order and Chaos become consuming. This war is eternal, and I can
afford to devote my attention elsewhere...

My craft of Necromancy.My salvation from myself and the death of my family.
The murderers... my desires must be forfilled.. and my guildmaster shall
not be wrong about this pupil.

Vicuric Omar'ral

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Chapter 7

When I came to Galadon, I dismissed my last name. My parents murdered and
without family or relatives that I knew of, I did not wish to be taken back
to the towns of Tir-Talath.

I'm seventeen now, and my guildmaster has been calling me by an odd name for
some time. Admittingly, I had gotten so used to it that I never questioned
its meaning until today. His response was simple...

The guildmaster says, "I call you this because of two reasons. Omar has a
meaning similiar to marked or otherwise tattooed and ral holds a meaning for
one who is watchful or vigilent."

Continuing with a satisfied nod, "Your markings are obvious, and within them
is your past and your future, thus your attention to detail. This is why I
have called you Vicuric Omar'ral for some time now."

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Chapter 6

I have found the voice of Lord Trabryn, and humbled by his presence I was.
For some time I have sought to speak with him, though I had not imagined that
I would be face to face... It was an honor that I do not take lightly.

As I spoke with him, I must admit it was difficult to find my own voice.
Much was there I wished to say, but I feel there will be time enough. Time
enough to prove myself worthy of calling Lord Trabryn, my Lord.

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Chapter 5

I was given a task by the wizard within Seantryn Modan.While normally I
would not run a simple errand while on duty, I felt this errand was tied into
the guild of Necromancy. And as such, affecting my own standing within the
guild... something that would aid my ability in spreading Order.

While I was able to secure the hands of an elf and embalm them successfully.
I have yet to discover the exact location of the white moss that the
Guildmaster needs. I was able to utilize a shapeshifters incantation of
locating objects, so I narrowed it down to the Crypts below Arkham. I still
continue my search..

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Chapter 4

I joined with Arigark and Shyu recently to learn from the elves of Darsylon.
Specifically the guardsmen there. I questioned myself of the guardsmen and
their ideals on Order. While I imagine them to be lawful creatures, I know
they will attack certain others on sight without second thought. This alone
leads me to believe that they have a form of Order unlike my own
understanding.

While I would cast initial judgement upon an Orc or another bred of chaos and
destruction, I would not close off any path of redemption that creature may
seek.

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Chapter 3

When I last wrote of my thoughts, I spoke of redemption for those who may
seek it. No more. If they are to swear holy convictions to follow the Lords
of Order, or namely Lord Trabryn... then I shall deliver them to their
salvation personally. No longer is there an inbetween to my eyes for those
who choose to embrace Chaos.

The war of Order and Chaos may be eternal, but Order as anything less than
solidity is Chaos. Therefore I must be truthful to myself and steadfast in
my dedication to suffocating the Chaos that threatens the lands of Thera.
Anything other than that would only help give air to the fires of Chaos that
already burn.

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Chapter 1

When I closed my eyes, I once took for granted the simple darkness that
awaited. Nothing more and nothing less. I would not take it for granted
now.

The color of deep crimson awaits my every blink, and I drown within its depth
upon each slumber. I cannot nor wish to seperate myself from my newfound
rest... I can only reason that it is as connected to my future as it is my
past. Within its depth I can see the layers of blood that adorned the walls
of my home, the blood of my parents and the blood of many I knew. Through
the layers I can see the blood of my enemies... the essence of its fluid,
life-giving substance.

It is my desire.. it is my constant reminder of who I am. I must finish
these tedious lessons of my guild so I may learn more of my desires.

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