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Respen Darkstar
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Date Posted: 00:34:54 09/02/02 Mon
The cycle is complete, darkness has spread it's icy fingers of hatred. After a more pleasurable night with Silva the elf, the elven prodigy lay next to the female with the shadows of doubt hanging over him. He ran...he ran from a demon! What was he thinking?! He RAN from the cause of all of his hatred! Slipping out of the bed to let the his lover for the night rest alone, the troubled elf wandered out of the room and to what he determined to be an abandoned room. Clearing a large space, he began to set up the candles required all around the room. Carving the unholy symbol into the wooden floor, he removed his armor and read over the demonic passages once more, making sure he had the ritual right..he must..this HAD to be done or he could -never- hope to succeed in his mission. Placing his belongings to the side, he began to light the cadles scattered about the room. Lighting a final fire in the unholy symbol, he discarded the book with a flick of his wrist. As he stood inside of the burning circle, in the middle of hundreds of burning candles, the ritual began. His normal elven voice began to chant the passages of demonic summoning as the fires in the symbol turned to a unholy blight fire began to spread from the symbol to his feet..to his ankles..consuming his legs...his arms..his abdoman and torso. Shrill cries of the damned echoed all around the room, filling the house. Respen's own voice quickly changed, deepening to that of a demons own. The black fire quickly consumed the entire body of Respen, ripping the darkened screams of unholy torture from the elf's lungs. A gigantic green pillar shot up from the ground, engulfing the elf..filling him with thoughts of only eternal suffering. Weakened..cowering..he semeed to want to die now, end this torment! But it was then..the voice of a demon whispered..."Do you seek power, Mortal?"
"Yes" was his reponse, in a nearly as dark voice.
And with that, a quasi-real form of a winged demon rose from the toxic-green pillar. It hovered over the tortured body of Respen, now burned and charred from the blightfire. The demon and elf looked towards the sound of the openning door, only to see the form of an elf faint. "Power will be yours..at the cost you will regret.."
The words were said in the head of Respen, who ignored them, who cared nothing..he would end this..he would slay Dagoroth(Spelling?) The elf gave out a dark yell "GIVE ME YOUR POWER! TAKE ME AND I WILL GIVE YOU ANYTHING!"
He seemed crazed in saying this, selling his soul to the demon..but..this would end it..this would save the world. The quasi-real demon could be heard cackling in the head of the elf as the large demon's form began to shrink slowly till it was the size of it's soon to be host..it was then the final rite took place. The blightfire vanished from Respen's body, leaving him clean. But fire would once again restart at his feet, moving up to claim more and more of his body as the demon began to bind itself to the elf His boots quickly broke as his feet expanded, his breeches gained several tears as muscles bulged. This is it, Respen thought, I won't live this time. Indeed, the pain was almost unbearable..but..finally..it was over. The toxic-green pillar shrink, leaving the room in a low green light as the last of the magic particles faded. The candles were all but out from the violent winds that stirred in the ritual of bonding. Respen stood still..or..the demon stood still.. Looking down, he saw his new body, the body of his most hated enemy. The dark voice of the demon began to chuckle..low at first..but it grew quite quickly into an evil laughter of sadistic glee. The new Respen..no longer Silverstar..Darkstar he would call himself..
Respen's new looks: He stands signifcantly taller, nearly 6 and a half feet tall. His skin, was a deep tanned, now looks more like a charred corpse, still glimmering in what seems to be oil all over him. Hands and feet now more like claws on their own..nails replaced with long, vicious claws, able to rend flesh with but a glancing blow. His head, the most changed was almost truely demonic. The long pointed elven ears now gone to leave holes in each side of his head to replace his heading. Twin bone white horns from his from the side of his forehead backwards. His hair gone now, leaving horns to compliment his head. Crimson stars burn where his eyes were. It's obvious he will change more and more as he and the demon merge.
Respen smiles and looks towards the fainted corpse. He pads over, leaving large marks in the floor due to his new claws. He pulls the male's limp body into the room. This would be his sacrifice to honor the demon's given power..
Later in the day, after he has left the village off to kill the pathetic goblins, the corpse would be found hanging on the wall with his arms spread out to that of a crucifix. Slits all over the body to channel the victim's blood into the a pool. The words "I hath returned..your savior.." were written in the victim's own blood over his head.
Respen Darkstar
"Power must be obtained for any hope to win, I will pay the cost of ANYTHING."
OOC: His looks start out pretty simple, charred skin, claws, horns. He will slowly develop to look much like a pit fiend if DM allows.
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