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The History Of The Undead
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::Phillip and Rodrick ::Twin brothers wereborn in the great city of Alkazar with 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 didnt 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 weere caught. A fat pig of a noble ,named Natvel owned a farm the boys vivited often to steal from.  Tierd of these troublesome boys ,he hired a privet guard composed of bandits and highway men to watch his farm.  The twins returned to Narvel's farm in hope 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, wouldnt sit and be bullied into submission.  He kicked the guard trying t put him in the noose and lunged at Narvel, stabbing at his throut 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 stayed, there would br nothing he could do to help his brother.  Phillip snuck through the alleys of Alkhazar, dove through the sewers, and escaped into the bay running north into the woods. Rodrick, however, was captured for not just stealing, but 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 Snowy hills of Alstion and Winterfell, across the, and over the vast mountains that claim the north, Phillip was growing weak from hunger and enraged in 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 Alkazar. 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 bagan 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 purplr 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 a 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 toushed the shrine, an agonizing pain shot up his arm, through his bosy, 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 shoul 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 and you shall rule all." The power given to him from the voice known an Iblees bound his soul the Nether, keeping him tied ti Iblees' power, but making him lose his physical grasp from Ageis.  Phillip, grew to depite 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 called Drauchreich. Freyj now uses these souls bound to Draucherich to fight for him in Iblees' name, moving to take Aegis, the land that Iblees was vanished from.  With that, Freyj, overlord of the undead horde, stepped back through the portal and brining the hell of the Nether back with him.  Rodrick was stuck in Winterfell Tower for what seemed like eternity. Locked locked away and forgotten, his mind grew twisted and further removed from Aegis. One night a terrible blizzard, Rodrick heard an echo of a voice coming from outside the prison.  Again and again it would call to him, rippimg at the back of his eyes to see through the dark. Outside from the hole he sould peek through, fire exploded on the horizen. A wall of flames with a face bursting from embers.  The guards came to Rodrick 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 throuts.  Blood spilled everywere as the bell rang sounding the alarm. The other guards lunged through stabbing the maddened Rodrick in the side, leaving him to bleed. Freyj had come with a horde of undead, ripping open the  the tower to free his brother. Before his brother could die, Freyj made a sacrifice to a few captured guards, brining Rodrick, taking to the name Rott, back from the brink of death, but not entirly alive.  In the Nether, Rott pleged to a nearby village in his name.  Iblees founf Rott to be a Prophet of the Undead, from Rotts ability to brong pain and suffering to those who would dare defy Iblees. With that, Rott summoned a city from the Nether to Aeigs, to spread corruption and turn the world of Aegis into the Nether so iblees can be one step closer to freedom. ::End Of the Brothers Reign ::Overlord Freyj and Prophet Rott burned their way through the nothern lands to the gates of AlKhazar spawning the armies of Iblees in every alley and summoning undead giants in every square.  Undead necromancers went from roof to roof setting the city ablaze looking for the one that could bring Oren to it's knees. Malinor, Kal'Urguan' Sanjezal, and Alras came to Alkhazar's aid.  As the fires burned twords the Kepp, the king Perea made haste to the bakery with intent of saving the Queen Dawn. He searched the bakery high and low , but was trapped as the windows blew in with a mighty flame and the support fell across the door. Fire raged around the room as Overlord Freyj and Prophet Rott became locked in battle with the grand king. It wasent lonf until the years of cake and ale slowed the kingg sown leavind him at the feet of the merciless