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The Legacy of the Awakened



The faint moon cast its light over the landscape, illuminating the walking corpses beyond count that were mindlessly patrolling in the vicinity of Turstarkuri Monastery. Sounds of rumbling guts and moaning filled the air, fueling the nightmares of folk that came close enough to hear them. And then - silence, briefly disturbed by the sound of putrid heads that were rolling down the mountain stairway. At the monastery's entrance stood a figure of calm stature, its battle-hardened physique pulsating under the moonlight, visage partially hidden by a high purple collar... yet the eyes, those two radiant beads that overlooked what was once a temple of his order, filled with grief and sorrow.



Wasting not a moment more to his painful memories, he squinted the tears out from his eyes onto the palm of an exalted statue, erected in honor of the Turstarkuri Order's founder. Having received the gift of regret and sorrow from the former acolyte, the statue crumbled to dust revealing an entrance to the most hallowed grounds, untouched by the vile magic of various magic practitioners. The shadows soon engulfed our stately hero who was now on his way to the Hall of the Awakened.



While traversing the narrow hallways he remembered the visit by the Awakened, first Scion of the Turstarkuri and founder of the order, in one of his visions. After his failed assassination attempt at the Unliving Lord, the Awakened gave him the answer he sought for so long - to slay a God one must become a God himself! Even though Anti-Mage, as he was known by now, considered this a blasphemy and heresy (for Turstarkuri knew no God, King or Master except the Founder himself), he remembered the legend of Tael'am - a round tablet with an inscription that granted the power of the Awakened to whoever solved its secret. It was made by the Founder himself in order to pick his rightful heir - many have tried to decipher the power that was held in the concentric lines that ran on the surface of this disk, losing their sanity and life in the process. Now, their withered bones litter the hall Anti-Mage was entering, their arms stretched in unity towards the pedestal upon which the encrypted disk stood.



The answer to this hundred-years-old riddle was clear to him while he gently handled the sacred item. He took one last, long look at its glimmering surface that reflected his calm visage before it turned to that of undeniable rage, breaking the tablet into two halves. Purple light filled the room as rings of pure energy formed around our hero's hands, attracting the two halves of the disk to form blades so sharp they could cut the very fabric of reality if Anti-Mage wished it so.



Armed with this weapon of power beyond understanding, he fell into a meditative state that lasted 8 days and 8 nights, completing the self-reflexive, cyclic order of life and death before attaining the Gift of the Awakened - a third eye that sat at the center of his forehead. Having known his enemy and aquired the means to defeat it, Anti-Mage slowly began his descent into the maw of death itself, assured that the time of his vengeance is at hand.....







Created by Kunkka and :3

Video by CLEGFX

Lore by Thuzar