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The Modern History of The Undead
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Twin brothers were born in the Great city of Al'Khazar with the names "Phillip" and "Rodrick". The two weren't raised with a wealthy family. Their mother owned a shop trying to make a living selling flowers to pay their fathers bar debt. Since they didn't want to work, and neither had much faith in the Temple, they turned to the streets to occupy their time, stealing from shops and noblemen. ::It was a matter of time until their stealing hands were caught. A fat pig of a man noble, named Narvel owned a farm the boys visited often to steal from. Tired of these troublesome boys, he hired a private guard composed of bandits and highway men to watch his farm. The twins returned to Narvel's farm in hopes of stealing more of the fat noble's abundance of food; but were no match for the new guards. Narvel was planing to hang the two boys for their crimes of theft, but Rodrick, always quick to temper, wouldn't sit and be bullied into submission. He kicked the guard trying to put him in the noose and lunged at Narvel, stabbing at his throat with a small blade he hid in his boot. ::In this time, Phillip manage to slip away, using his brothers distraction to flee knowing if he stayed, there would be nothing he could do to help his brother. Phillip snuck through the alleys of Al'Khazar, dove through the sewers, and escaped into the bay running north into the woods. Rodrick, however, was captured for not just stealing, but now killing a noble. Death alone would not be enough for his crimes, so he was sent to Winterfell where he was sentenced to finish out his life rotting in a tiny cell. ::In the Northern woods, past the Snowy hills of Alstion and Winterfell, across the sea, and over the vast mountains that claim the north, Phillip was growing weak from hunger and enraged on his inability to find his way home, much less save himself or even his brother. The sun was setting again as it had for weeks since Phillip was last in Al'khazar. Unable to defend himself from the evil that lurks in the woods at night, Phillip took shelter in a cavern. As he rested his head on the smoothest stone he could find, Phillip began to feel a pulse emitting from the ground. Curious and desperate, he followed the pulsing deeper into the cave. As he felt his way through the dark tunnel, he came upon a smooth, stone frame that was hot to the touch. Just as he stood up in front of it, the inside of the frame burst with light, showing a purple vortex within. ::Drawn by the pulsing beat, Phillip stepped into the portal. Twisted, pulled and whipped around, he flew through the portal and out into the strange land we now know as the Nether. There, he found a shrine not far from the portal. Phillip carelessly stumbled to the shrine, feeling as though his soul was being ripped out of him in all directions. The moment he touched the shrine, an agonizing pain shot up his arm, through his body, legs, and into his head. A thunderous voice met him with so much pain and torment in every word. It spoke to him horrors no man should ever hear, piercing the heart that makes Phillip human. After much torment, the voice said to Phillip "You can save your brother and the two of you shall rule those who made you suffer. Let this body go, your mortal soul will change in the power I bestow upon you. Serve me and you shall rule all." ::The power given to him from the voice known as Iblees bound his soul to the Nether, keeping him tied to Iblees' power, but making him lose his physical grasp from Ageis. Phillip, grew to despise his name, finding comfort in the name Freyj as suggested to him by Iblees. With the great magic he has, he pulled a city from the Nether using the fire and souls around him, binding their will to forge what is now Drauchreich. Freyj now uses these souls bound to Drauchreich to fight for him in Iblees' name, moving to take Aegis, the land that Iblees was banished from. With that, Freyj, Overlord of the Undead Horde, stepped back through the portal and bringing the hell of the Nether back with him. ::Rodrick was stuck in Winterfell Tower for what felt like eternity. Locked away and forgotten, his mind grew twisted and further removed from Aegis. One night in a terrible blizzard, Rodrick heard an echo of a voice coming from outside the prison. Again and again it would call to him, ripping at the back of his eyes to see through the dark. Outside from a hole he could peek through, fire exploded on the horizon. A wall of flames with a face bursting from embers. The guards came to Rodricks cell to find him racing around the room screaming madness. The guards stood at the cell mocking him until Rodrick lunged at the door, reaching through and grabbing one of their throats. Blood spilled everywhere as a bell rang sounding the alarm. The other guard lunged through stabbing the maddened Rodrick in the side, leaving him to bleed. Freyj had come with a horde of undead, ripping open the tower to free his brother. Before his brother could die, Freyj made sacrifice to few captured guards, bringing Rodrick, taking to the name Rott, back from the brink of death, but not entirely alive. In the Nether, Rott pledged to Iblees and made sacrifice to a nearby village in his name. Iblees found Rott to be a Prophet of the Undead, from Rotts ability to bring pain and suffering to those who would dare defy Iblees. With that, Rott summoned a city from the Nether to Aegis, to spread corruption and turn the world of Aegis into the Nether so Iblees can be one step closer to freedom.