In the seclusion of his privat chambers, Aldrich was preparing for what should become his greatest achievemnt yet. While methodically dressing up in the multitude of heavy robes fine garments and unappraisable accessories he could not but reflect on his wonderous rise to power. Soon his lifelong yearning for clarity and fulfillment would be satiated. Piercing the black curtains that envelopped ...
Amidst all the high lords of madness one is hard pressed to discover a being who's manifestation is quite as baffling and captivating as Varjh, the high lord of rage. Once treading amongst mortal souls, the man, who should become known and feared as Varjh, experienced a more gradual ascension to the grim pantheon, than his fellows. Whether resulting from an unusually unkind fate littered with plig ...
The Wanderer gazed into the crimson sky. The thin terracotta clowds and the upwards slanted horizon he had grown acostumed to, seemed both menacing and comforting at once. This world was dying. Soon it would be time to leave. Luckily he had anticipated this outcome and was already in the close proximity of the Portal. The ragged figure proceded to make it's way down a steep and tretcherous pa ...
It was the fading dawn of a late summer's day. Through the cold, clean air the full moon illuminated a lonesome oak amidst a greenfield of tall grass and mountain flowers. A fierce thuderstorm was rampaging in the greater vicinity, yet the hillside meadow lay unaffected short of the occasional raindrops whipped over by the capricious mountain winds. I could feel the cool and humid air fill my b ...
As Azazel sank on the frigid cavern ground the damp poppy fog engulfed the remaining scrap of conscience he could hope to cling onto. He awoke in a sea of blinding white. The cold, a feeling so foreign since his turning, lay burning on his face and hands. Barely keeping his balance amidst the mighty blizzard and knee deep in oppressing snow masses, he looked around. Mighty brooding mountaintop ...