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Kentharu
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Diary of Krippa / Armo 5th 260
White lights came down over us, and time seemed to slow and grind to a halt. We were in a battle with those Picts, those that would damn us to hell. How could we survive this, and remain human, remain a live inside ourselves.
Our Magi had launched a full scale assault on the Picts, drenching their ranks in flames and setting their villages a blaze. I was now the commander of the infantry, and the general of the enter Gorin army, including those dreaded Magi and Lomba Riders.
(artist's rendering of a Magi walking away from a burnt Pict village)
Unlike Merzan, I was no merciful leader, I had had enough of those Picts, those devils. How they haunted my dreams. It was still I, who was in the front lines. I would not lower myself to the level of those Magi, who stood back upon their hills of glory.
We again, charged into those dreaded demons, and crush like those many waves open a shore. And again, did they light a blaze, like so many little candles. Had they not learnt? Oh god would this dream last forever, or perhaps it would finally turn to nightmares and I would finally awake from it, finally in shivering and shaking thoughts. But no, they never stopped, wave after wave they came, and wave after wave, fire spewed forth to meet their charge, us, huddled in a tight formation around those Magi, whos eyes burned with such a rage it would strike a man down where he stood, and it did. Flames dancing like nymphs around their hands and arms, shooting forth to engulf one after another. Why would they not surrender, why, dear lord, what could they possibly fight for! In this hellish place, men lay strewn like hay. The Lomba Riders had charged straight through them before hand, and left them almost dead, and we came in, to clean up the mess.
(Krippa's own painting of a soldier walking away in shame)
Magi burnt them, and Yusha, the little boy who I now took under my wing and taught, lead them. How strange that looked, a boy, who looked no older than 11, lead the Magi, and he himself, caused so much destruction.
(Yusha in full armor and blasting away at Pict front lines)
May the gods look over his innocent soul, for mine is lost
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
who me? 
i just found all those pics off google image search and it took me 2 days!! 
i just found all those pics off google image search and it took me 2 days!! 
Okay. Is everyone happy with Warman's map improvement?
I only have 1 problem. I can't do colours without the colour palette. I wouldn't be able to colour new nations. Unless someone enlightens me to the mysterious secrets of Paint Shop Pro 3.
I only have 1 problem. I can't do colours without the colour palette. I wouldn't be able to colour new nations. Unless someone enlightens me to the mysterious secrets of Paint Shop Pro 3.
Pre-Nagash
The first human civilisation to emerge in the world, With an emphasis on the morbid tendancies such as mummification and a cult of lich-priests who used a proto-necromancy/death magic, A cluster of kingdoms nominaly ruled by a high king. Its people fought with chariots and blocks of infantry, Supported by archers and supernatural allies.
Nagash
Eventually a young noble known as Nagash was born although acounts of his life are contradictory (earlier writtings imply he was a Noble and later state him as a member of the lich priest order). However what is certain is that he emerged to rule Khemri. During this time he began the contruction of the black pyramid as a 'magnet' for dark magic. He also began studies into an elixer of life using human blood, which would later on by perfected by the queen of Lamia. Due to his dark nature combined with his tyranical rule the other kings, led by the king of Lamia rose up against him and he was forced to flee his homeland. The Lamia kingdom was eventually corrupted as well by vampirism, thus causing another series of wars cuminating in the other kingdoms destorying Lamia, causing the vampires to spread to all corners of the earth.
Near-Death of a Nation
Death of a Nation However in time Nagash returned with vast armies of dead he had perfected through his newly developed necromancy. Although he was initialy again defeated by the armies of Khemri he then unleashed a plague which decimated the people of the land and when the great necromancer attacked again he looked poised to sweep through the land with little resistance.
The king had died. All authority that remained was that of Khemri, the Vampire General of the late King. He fought at the gates of the city of Lamia, fighting off wave after wave of Undead minions. Until Nagash, threw his weight into the final conflict. The Fable of Khemri and Nagash is a long one, the least to say that Nagash fell. And Khemri Became king of the nation.
Although current reasoning suggest that Nagash never died, his experiments with magic and death took him so far to the other side that he may be simply be waiting, for the perfect moment to strike. And rule a world of the obediant dead.
The first human civilisation to emerge in the world, With an emphasis on the morbid tendancies such as mummification and a cult of lich-priests who used a proto-necromancy/death magic, A cluster of kingdoms nominaly ruled by a high king. Its people fought with chariots and blocks of infantry, Supported by archers and supernatural allies.
Nagash
Eventually a young noble known as Nagash was born although acounts of his life are contradictory (earlier writtings imply he was a Noble and later state him as a member of the lich priest order). However what is certain is that he emerged to rule Khemri. During this time he began the contruction of the black pyramid as a 'magnet' for dark magic. He also began studies into an elixer of life using human blood, which would later on by perfected by the queen of Lamia. Due to his dark nature combined with his tyranical rule the other kings, led by the king of Lamia rose up against him and he was forced to flee his homeland. The Lamia kingdom was eventually corrupted as well by vampirism, thus causing another series of wars cuminating in the other kingdoms destorying Lamia, causing the vampires to spread to all corners of the earth.
Near-Death of a Nation
Death of a Nation However in time Nagash returned with vast armies of dead he had perfected through his newly developed necromancy. Although he was initialy again defeated by the armies of Khemri he then unleashed a plague which decimated the people of the land and when the great necromancer attacked again he looked poised to sweep through the land with little resistance.
The king had died. All authority that remained was that of Khemri, the Vampire General of the late King. He fought at the gates of the city of Lamia, fighting off wave after wave of Undead minions. Until Nagash, threw his weight into the final conflict. The Fable of Khemri and Nagash is a long one, the least to say that Nagash fell. And Khemri Became king of the nation.
Although current reasoning suggest that Nagash never died, his experiments with magic and death took him so far to the other side that he may be simply be waiting, for the perfect moment to strike. And rule a world of the obediant dead.
MS Paint has a color box, with colors in it. That plus I copied colors from your map and put it in nations when say the three purples looked the same.
I don't know whats on Paint Shop Pro 3, but is there a View selection at the top, and then under that "Color Box"?
I don't know whats on Paint Shop Pro 3, but is there a View selection at the top, and then under that "Color Box"?
Most mighty of the Nehekharan cities was Present day Khemri, ruled over by the Priest King Nagash. Nagash rose to power after murdering his brother, and it was he who first created the lore of magic now known as necromancy. Nagash used his knowledge to raise up army of dead warriors and usurp the throne of Khemri. Yet Nagash had not achieved true immortality with his magic, for his body was still aged and withered.
To channel the dark energies he needed, the renegade Priest King began the construction of a monolithic black pyramid that dwarfed even the mightiest existing tombs.
The other Priest Kings of Nehekhara feared Nagash; they grew suspicious of his longevity and knew that he was growing too powerful. Soon he would no doubt conquer them. Prince Lahmizzar of Lahmia gathered the other nobles together for a secret council and they decided to unite their forces against Nagash.
Nagash hid inside his new monument and Prince Lahmizzar set guards outside the pyramid to wait for his inevitable surrender, but Nagash had other plans. The Black Pyramid had been constructed at the heart of the Necropolis of Khemri and that night Nagash used his dark powers to summon a vast legion of skeletal warriors. Soldiers and kings who had been buried centuries before rose from their tombs and warred against their descendants. Nagash led them, striking fear into the brave Lahmians' hearts as he rode at the fore of his army in a chariot made of bone.
That night many brave warriors died in the surprise attack, but the people of Khemri were so horrified by the Undead horde that they united with the gathered kings and marched against Nagash. In the ensuing battle Lahmizzar was killed by Nagash himself but his son fought a savage battle with the dark Necromancer and avenged his death. As Nagash's body fell to the ground, the Undead horde collapsed.
The victorious warriors raided the pyramid seeking to destroy the dark works of Nagash. Neferata, Lahmizzar's daughter and now Queen of Lahmia, was at the head of this raid when she came across one of the Nine Books of Nagash containing all of the Priest King's necromantic lore, now infamous across the world.
The cursed tome called out to her, beckoning her to save it from the purging flames. She took the book with noble intent; thinking to use the knowledge it contained to fight the evil that Nagash had unleashed, but the book was saturated in dark energies. She soon became fascinated by the macabre experiments which Nagash had worked on his slaves and, before long, Neferata found herself copying some of his simpler theories. At first it was innocent fascination but over time she became obsessed by Nagash's quest for immortality.
Neferata was foolish in her pride and believed that she could succeed where Nagash had failed. She followed his macabre rituals and created an elixir; a liquid as black as night that stank of grave dust. Uttering a prayer to her ancestors, she drank deep of it. For a moment nothing happened. Then she was gripped by a fearsome pain, her veins screaming with agony. The torture turned to ecstasy, her senses filled with vibrancy, her body quivering with unnatural energy. She felt her heart stop beating, though she continued to live and breathe.
Suddenly she felt her soul pulled to another world, the world of undeath. A whole new plane of existence opened and her mind raced as she marvelled at the beautiful images of the spirits of the dead. Her initial exhilaration was replaced by stark fear as Neferata realised that her weak and fragile soul attracted these spirits who surrounded her, seeking the warmth of the living.
They sought the essence of life that they once possessed and tore at her unprotected soul. Neferata tried to fend them off but was unprepared for such an assault and before long one spirit broke through her defences. When the Queen awoke, she found herself in the chamber where she had collapsed, but could feel the malicious spirit inside her. It was thirsty and sought the warm blood of the living to ease its pain.
Neferata, The Vampire Queen
For many years the young Queen managed to conceal her secret, limiting her nightly predations to slaves, servants and others who would not be missed. After a time, though, she could no longer contain her thirst, and it was then that she began to lure courtiers to her chambers, supping on their warm blood for relief from the torment of her possessed soul.
As the nobles of Lahmia grew older they began to question their queen's eternal youth. Neferata realised that alone she was vulnerable and so, one by one, gave her dark gift to the others by means of the elixir. Amongst those nobles were her brother Ushoran and her High Priest W'soran. Together they ruled over the people, believing themselves to be gods. And gods they were to the populace of Lahmia, undying rulers ordained to reign for eternity. Slowly the old religion died away, to be replaced by the worship of the living ancestors, the Eternal Queen and her Deathless Court
To channel the dark energies he needed, the renegade Priest King began the construction of a monolithic black pyramid that dwarfed even the mightiest existing tombs.
The other Priest Kings of Nehekhara feared Nagash; they grew suspicious of his longevity and knew that he was growing too powerful. Soon he would no doubt conquer them. Prince Lahmizzar of Lahmia gathered the other nobles together for a secret council and they decided to unite their forces against Nagash.
Nagash hid inside his new monument and Prince Lahmizzar set guards outside the pyramid to wait for his inevitable surrender, but Nagash had other plans. The Black Pyramid had been constructed at the heart of the Necropolis of Khemri and that night Nagash used his dark powers to summon a vast legion of skeletal warriors. Soldiers and kings who had been buried centuries before rose from their tombs and warred against their descendants. Nagash led them, striking fear into the brave Lahmians' hearts as he rode at the fore of his army in a chariot made of bone.
That night many brave warriors died in the surprise attack, but the people of Khemri were so horrified by the Undead horde that they united with the gathered kings and marched against Nagash. In the ensuing battle Lahmizzar was killed by Nagash himself but his son fought a savage battle with the dark Necromancer and avenged his death. As Nagash's body fell to the ground, the Undead horde collapsed.
The victorious warriors raided the pyramid seeking to destroy the dark works of Nagash. Neferata, Lahmizzar's daughter and now Queen of Lahmia, was at the head of this raid when she came across one of the Nine Books of Nagash containing all of the Priest King's necromantic lore, now infamous across the world.
The cursed tome called out to her, beckoning her to save it from the purging flames. She took the book with noble intent; thinking to use the knowledge it contained to fight the evil that Nagash had unleashed, but the book was saturated in dark energies. She soon became fascinated by the macabre experiments which Nagash had worked on his slaves and, before long, Neferata found herself copying some of his simpler theories. At first it was innocent fascination but over time she became obsessed by Nagash's quest for immortality.
Neferata was foolish in her pride and believed that she could succeed where Nagash had failed. She followed his macabre rituals and created an elixir; a liquid as black as night that stank of grave dust. Uttering a prayer to her ancestors, she drank deep of it. For a moment nothing happened. Then she was gripped by a fearsome pain, her veins screaming with agony. The torture turned to ecstasy, her senses filled with vibrancy, her body quivering with unnatural energy. She felt her heart stop beating, though she continued to live and breathe.
Suddenly she felt her soul pulled to another world, the world of undeath. A whole new plane of existence opened and her mind raced as she marvelled at the beautiful images of the spirits of the dead. Her initial exhilaration was replaced by stark fear as Neferata realised that her weak and fragile soul attracted these spirits who surrounded her, seeking the warmth of the living.
They sought the essence of life that they once possessed and tore at her unprotected soul. Neferata tried to fend them off but was unprepared for such an assault and before long one spirit broke through her defences. When the Queen awoke, she found herself in the chamber where she had collapsed, but could feel the malicious spirit inside her. It was thirsty and sought the warm blood of the living to ease its pain.
Neferata, The Vampire Queen
For many years the young Queen managed to conceal her secret, limiting her nightly predations to slaves, servants and others who would not be missed. After a time, though, she could no longer contain her thirst, and it was then that she began to lure courtiers to her chambers, supping on their warm blood for relief from the torment of her possessed soul.
As the nobles of Lahmia grew older they began to question their queen's eternal youth. Neferata realised that alone she was vulnerable and so, one by one, gave her dark gift to the others by means of the elixir. Amongst those nobles were her brother Ushoran and her High Priest W'soran. Together they ruled over the people, believing themselves to be gods. And gods they were to the populace of Lahmia, undying rulers ordained to reign for eternity. Slowly the old religion died away, to be replaced by the worship of the living ancestors, the Eternal Queen and her Deathless Court
Israelite9191
You should be reading
The winds stired in an endless dance above the cities of Menilekia and Aden, as well as the major towns of the homeland. Constantly truning in a whirlwind, they never touched the ground and never did the unnatural winds touch the cities or peoples. As a sign of permanent power, the King had ordered the priests to place eternaly spinning tornadoes in the air obove the colonial cities of Abyssinia. It was under one of these funel clouds that Mbelek Unbolo stood in reverance. He was a boy of 10 and had made his first trip to the city when his father had been abpointed Royal Governer of the Sinai Province from its capital of Menilekria. He stared in awe as patterns of rocs, elephants, birds of all kinds, lions, tigers, scorpions, and snakes danced through the winds created by sand stired up for this purpose. As a priest passed, Mbelek aksed, "Holiness, how do you and your fellows do that?"
"It is a skill that all of us know, but few of us master." responded the priest. Mbelek stared back into confusion. The priest realized that the more explanation would be needed. "You see," said the priest, "there is a force in this world that all beings are capable of influencing. But, most of us do not realize our vast potential. We Abyssinians were one of the first to master this skill, which is called magic. If you enter into the priesthood, you too could learn to master this skill." Mbelek thought this over for a while as the priest departed. He then ran home to tell his father that he wanted to become a priest.
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Lord Iggy- This should help to fix the confidence problem.
"It is a skill that all of us know, but few of us master." responded the priest. Mbelek stared back into confusion. The priest realized that the more explanation would be needed. "You see," said the priest, "there is a force in this world that all beings are capable of influencing. But, most of us do not realize our vast potential. We Abyssinians were one of the first to master this skill, which is called magic. If you enter into the priesthood, you too could learn to master this skill." Mbelek thought this over for a while as the priest departed. He then ran home to tell his father that he wanted to become a priest.
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Lord Iggy- This should help to fix the confidence problem.
As time passed the Vampiric aristocracy discovered more of their powers. The sun hurt them bitterly, but the dust of the deserts was theirs to command and could be summoned to shroud them during daylight hours. They had the strength of a dozen men and no disease, blade nor accident could harm them. Their bodies changed, growing fangs so that they might better feast on the lifeblood of their unwilling victims. Soon they found that the gift of eternity could be passed with their own blood the creation of a lesser Vampire called the Blood Kiss.
Each Vampire in turn created more of their kind and the temple of Lahmia became refuge to a whole host of such creatures. They commanded that the people worship them and would feed off these unfortunate souls.
One dark night, as she hunted the streets, one of the King's former guards, who went by the name of Abhorash, discovered Neferata drinking from a victim. He fled in terror at the unrecognisable creature he found, body awash with blood, fangs and claws bared for the kill. The following evening she summoned him to her temple and bade him drink from a chalice which, unknown to him, was filled with her blood. He was a loyal captain and drank without question, thus his fate was sealed.
Abhorash was horrified by Neferata's trickery but was helpless against the thirst that overcame him. For many days he tried to fight his desire for blood but one dark night he could not help his craving and slaughtered many of his own people.
Realising the futility of denying his fate, Abhorash had little option but to join Neferata in her terrible court. He was still loyal to his people and decreed a set of laws for the Vampires of Lahmia to follow. They would hide their presence and only feed off those worthy of death. Although Abhorash abided by his own code of honour, the other Vampires thought themselves above such laws and carried on as they had before. The people were too fearful to stand against them and so they continued a reign of terror.
For many decades the Vampires ruled over the people of Lahmia in this manner but rumour spread that Nagash had been seen walking the lands again. The other Priest Kings called a council to unite against the threat, but the nobility of Lahmia sought to welcome him back. They allied themselves to his cause and in doing so incurred the wrath of the other Priest Kings. King Alcadizaar united the Priest Kings and roused the downtrodden people of Lahmia against their rulers, bringing a great army to assault the Vampires' temple.
Abhorash led the defence of the temple, and none could stand against the unliving warrior. He had been Lahmia's greatest fighter in life, and in undeath he was nigh unstoppable. The high steps to the temple poured with the blood of his foes, their bodies heaped at the bottom in a great mound of death. In his anger, Abhorash fed wildly, and his strength grew even more.
At W'soran's word, the slain rose once more, Undead things bound to his will, and assailed their still-living friends and comrades. Many legends say that Nagash used his vast magical powers to aid the defence of his allies. Myths speak of a mighty storm that gathered above Abhorash, lightning crackling around the Vampire as he fought, striking down those who opposed him. Abhorash's blade felled a foe with every blow, and neither the strongest armour nor the most skilled parry could defend against him. Khemrians brought forth machineries of war and, though battered by rocks, burned by alchemical fire and transfixed with bolts, he was impossible to destroy. The High Priests of Zandri invoked ancient magics to curse the unliving warrior, and yet he fought on.
For a full week the Vampire general and his host of dead fought against the bronze-clad army of the Priest Kings, tenaciously defending the temple and launching devastating counter-attacks mounted on a nightmarish steed. But for all his ferocity and skill, and the death of thousands of his foes, Abhorash was unable to stop the Nehekharans storming the court of his Queen.
The temple of Lahmia was put to the torch and many Vampires died in the flames. Those who managed to flee most were hunted down and killed by the vengeful Nehekharans. Only the strongest and oldest Vampires escaped, amongst them Neferata, Abhorash, Ushoran and W'soran.
Abhorash was grief-stricken and vowed vengeance upon the rest of the Vampires, for they had not heeded him in, and now they all paied the price. The very people he had tried to protect, the very City state, had crumbeled to the ground.
He fled to the other cities. Wishing to redeem himself amoung the humans. He began as a Mercenary, honing his already incredible skills to a fine edge.
Razor sharp, he was eventually picked out on the battlefield of an intercity state war to be join the lich kings Royal Guard. Not needing sleep he Studied the dark necromantic magics of Nagash. And whilst his magic usage was never as powerfull as Nagash or the other vampires, none could best his blade.
The others fled to Nagash who was pleased with his new allies and bade each of them fight at the fore of his Undead horde. The Great Necromancer had become mighty indeed, and the Vampires of Lahmia were his most deadly warriors. They learnt much of the Necromantic arts from their creator, and in turn became able to raise a host of the dead with their own magic.
Nagash had spent many decades gathering together an Undead horde the likes of which has never walked the earth since. With the Priest Kings ignorant to his presence he had raided the necropolises and his army of darkness was set to march south. He had sworn vengeance on the Priest Kings and was set to exact a terrible toll.
An army of chariots and skeletal regiments descended upon Nehekhara but the brave people of that desert land were not about to give up. They had been roused by the defeat of the Lahmian Vampire temple and were prepared to fight. Under the leadership of Alcadizaar they fought valiantly and Nagash was forced to retreat. As Nagash fled back to the north the first seeds of discontent had been sown. Already the Vampires blamed each other for the defeat. Ushoran wanted to rise against Nagash and take control of what little remained of his army, Neferata saw wisdom in allying with Nagash and returning to found a new city of Lahmia. W'soran argued against both these courses of action, and sought to go into hiding once more with their dark lord, in order that together they could take control of the world through magic.
Nagash ignored the petty rivalry amongst his most trusted servants, and spread a plague across the land. He raised those who died from the terrible disease to create another vast army, but on the eve of the great battle the Vampires' divisions turned to conflict. The five trueborn Vampires who had survived the burning of their temple fought with one another. The fight was savage, no single Vampire able to better the next. For the whole night they battled but, as the sun rose, the Vampires fled from each other, hiding for fear that they should be destroyed by their enemies' minions as they slept. So it was that Nagash's Vampire allies were split apart. There is little doubt that together they could have conquered the world but, because of their arrogance and vanity they were destined to become bitter enemies for the rest of eternity. Each now vies for power, creating their own army of Vampire thralls which became known as the bloodlines.
Each Vampire in turn created more of their kind and the temple of Lahmia became refuge to a whole host of such creatures. They commanded that the people worship them and would feed off these unfortunate souls.
One dark night, as she hunted the streets, one of the King's former guards, who went by the name of Abhorash, discovered Neferata drinking from a victim. He fled in terror at the unrecognisable creature he found, body awash with blood, fangs and claws bared for the kill. The following evening she summoned him to her temple and bade him drink from a chalice which, unknown to him, was filled with her blood. He was a loyal captain and drank without question, thus his fate was sealed.
Abhorash was horrified by Neferata's trickery but was helpless against the thirst that overcame him. For many days he tried to fight his desire for blood but one dark night he could not help his craving and slaughtered many of his own people.
Realising the futility of denying his fate, Abhorash had little option but to join Neferata in her terrible court. He was still loyal to his people and decreed a set of laws for the Vampires of Lahmia to follow. They would hide their presence and only feed off those worthy of death. Although Abhorash abided by his own code of honour, the other Vampires thought themselves above such laws and carried on as they had before. The people were too fearful to stand against them and so they continued a reign of terror.
For many decades the Vampires ruled over the people of Lahmia in this manner but rumour spread that Nagash had been seen walking the lands again. The other Priest Kings called a council to unite against the threat, but the nobility of Lahmia sought to welcome him back. They allied themselves to his cause and in doing so incurred the wrath of the other Priest Kings. King Alcadizaar united the Priest Kings and roused the downtrodden people of Lahmia against their rulers, bringing a great army to assault the Vampires' temple.
Abhorash led the defence of the temple, and none could stand against the unliving warrior. He had been Lahmia's greatest fighter in life, and in undeath he was nigh unstoppable. The high steps to the temple poured with the blood of his foes, their bodies heaped at the bottom in a great mound of death. In his anger, Abhorash fed wildly, and his strength grew even more.
At W'soran's word, the slain rose once more, Undead things bound to his will, and assailed their still-living friends and comrades. Many legends say that Nagash used his vast magical powers to aid the defence of his allies. Myths speak of a mighty storm that gathered above Abhorash, lightning crackling around the Vampire as he fought, striking down those who opposed him. Abhorash's blade felled a foe with every blow, and neither the strongest armour nor the most skilled parry could defend against him. Khemrians brought forth machineries of war and, though battered by rocks, burned by alchemical fire and transfixed with bolts, he was impossible to destroy. The High Priests of Zandri invoked ancient magics to curse the unliving warrior, and yet he fought on.
For a full week the Vampire general and his host of dead fought against the bronze-clad army of the Priest Kings, tenaciously defending the temple and launching devastating counter-attacks mounted on a nightmarish steed. But for all his ferocity and skill, and the death of thousands of his foes, Abhorash was unable to stop the Nehekharans storming the court of his Queen.
The temple of Lahmia was put to the torch and many Vampires died in the flames. Those who managed to flee most were hunted down and killed by the vengeful Nehekharans. Only the strongest and oldest Vampires escaped, amongst them Neferata, Abhorash, Ushoran and W'soran.
Abhorash was grief-stricken and vowed vengeance upon the rest of the Vampires, for they had not heeded him in, and now they all paied the price. The very people he had tried to protect, the very City state, had crumbeled to the ground.
He fled to the other cities. Wishing to redeem himself amoung the humans. He began as a Mercenary, honing his already incredible skills to a fine edge.
Razor sharp, he was eventually picked out on the battlefield of an intercity state war to be join the lich kings Royal Guard. Not needing sleep he Studied the dark necromantic magics of Nagash. And whilst his magic usage was never as powerfull as Nagash or the other vampires, none could best his blade.
The others fled to Nagash who was pleased with his new allies and bade each of them fight at the fore of his Undead horde. The Great Necromancer had become mighty indeed, and the Vampires of Lahmia were his most deadly warriors. They learnt much of the Necromantic arts from their creator, and in turn became able to raise a host of the dead with their own magic.
Nagash had spent many decades gathering together an Undead horde the likes of which has never walked the earth since. With the Priest Kings ignorant to his presence he had raided the necropolises and his army of darkness was set to march south. He had sworn vengeance on the Priest Kings and was set to exact a terrible toll.
An army of chariots and skeletal regiments descended upon Nehekhara but the brave people of that desert land were not about to give up. They had been roused by the defeat of the Lahmian Vampire temple and were prepared to fight. Under the leadership of Alcadizaar they fought valiantly and Nagash was forced to retreat. As Nagash fled back to the north the first seeds of discontent had been sown. Already the Vampires blamed each other for the defeat. Ushoran wanted to rise against Nagash and take control of what little remained of his army, Neferata saw wisdom in allying with Nagash and returning to found a new city of Lahmia. W'soran argued against both these courses of action, and sought to go into hiding once more with their dark lord, in order that together they could take control of the world through magic.
Nagash ignored the petty rivalry amongst his most trusted servants, and spread a plague across the land. He raised those who died from the terrible disease to create another vast army, but on the eve of the great battle the Vampires' divisions turned to conflict. The five trueborn Vampires who had survived the burning of their temple fought with one another. The fight was savage, no single Vampire able to better the next. For the whole night they battled but, as the sun rose, the Vampires fled from each other, hiding for fear that they should be destroyed by their enemies' minions as they slept. So it was that Nagash's Vampire allies were split apart. There is little doubt that together they could have conquered the world but, because of their arrogance and vanity they were destined to become bitter enemies for the rest of eternity. Each now vies for power, creating their own army of Vampire thralls which became known as the bloodlines.
Kozmos
Jew Detective
Orders if I dont send real orders in time:
1 eco in economy.
1 eco in education.
1 eco on infantry.
Expand in all directions,found a new city.
Build Graveyards of Damned in my cities.The population will bury their dead there so they can be later revived if needed be into ghouls and skeletons.
If pirates attack,have my Chaos Sorcerers use Cripple on them and then several Doombolts.Escort them with my UUs.
1 eco in economy.
1 eco in education.
1 eco on infantry.
Expand in all directions,found a new city.
Build Graveyards of Damned in my cities.The population will bury their dead there so they can be later revived if needed be into ghouls and skeletons.
If pirates attack,have my Chaos Sorcerers use Cripple on them and then several Doombolts.Escort them with my UUs.
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
lol was about to say the same thing, you theif!! but hey we are all theifs some how 
You have heard how the curse of Undeath was brought into the Old World, and how the Vampires were driven forth from their city of Lahmia to seek shelter with the Great Necromancer Nagash. On the eve of a massive battle the Vampire alliance crumbled and each of the trueborn Vampires decided upon their own course of action. The world had been spared the wrath of a combined force that would undoubtedly have been able to conquer any resistance it came across.
However there still remained Nagash, his plan, his masterpiece continued regardless. He marched his army into Khemri, The recent Plague decimating their ranks. Nagash then used his dark necromantic magics to raise the plague ridden dead, Khemrian forces collapsed as they were forced to fight their dead relatives, the sky turned black with swarms of bats, and the Mummies stirred in their tombs. Ancester turned on decendent, and all fled before them. Nagash then realsed powerful magics quickly aging many of the population, formulated in the infamous quotation "Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust" Men grew old and weakened ancients then turned to bones, then finely dust and ashes, in a matter of seconds.
At this dark hour Alcadizaar died in his bed and heeding the dark magics rose as a Zombie killing his lesser servents. At this point Abhorash killed the Zombie King and at the same time asked the Kings of the seperate city states to swear allegiance to him. For Good or for Ill the kings realised their predicement and did so.
On that night, Abhorash began the spell of unbinding. Sensing the influx of dark magics Nagash threw his armies at the city in a desperate attempt to stop Abhorash from completing the spell. The armies of Khemri were crumbling and the undead servents were at the doors of the Palace. When A beam of Purple-Black energy rose up from the Palace, then flashed outwards. Undead bodies exploded, shards of Bone bouncing off the remaing armies of Khemri. and Negash staggered backwards. He had been weakened, his spirits connection to the world of the dead was wavering. It was at this point that Abhorash sought him out to end the threat.
In the Middle of the battlefield Abhorash met Nagash. Nagash bore purple robes and a mask of death. He held a staff of pure bone, from the skull of a Desert Dragon, imbued with magical energies and near unbreakable. Abhorash bore but a simple sword.
What followed was a flurry of swordsmanship, neither could best the other for a good 30 minutes, the swirl of combat a blur to the Human onlookers. Finally Nagash flicked his sword accross Abhorash's shoulder, and drew blood. Abhorash Continued the similar pattern of parries and Nagash overconfident, attempted to follow through as last time with another blood drawing wound.
But Abhorash was not there, he had sidestepped to Nagash's side and drove his sword up between Nagash's ribs, reaching his blackened heart. Whereupon he imploded in a gash of purest black energy.
Nagash's physicial form died from Abhorash's death-blow but his spirit linger in the world of undeath, truly he was more dead than alive. And his resurrection and scourge of the lands of man will come again.
Abhorash was left to rule a broken land. The old Kingdom had fallen. He would make the new one strong enough to resist Nagash Again.
OOC: this is all HISTORY!
However there still remained Nagash, his plan, his masterpiece continued regardless. He marched his army into Khemri, The recent Plague decimating their ranks. Nagash then used his dark necromantic magics to raise the plague ridden dead, Khemrian forces collapsed as they were forced to fight their dead relatives, the sky turned black with swarms of bats, and the Mummies stirred in their tombs. Ancester turned on decendent, and all fled before them. Nagash then realsed powerful magics quickly aging many of the population, formulated in the infamous quotation "Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust" Men grew old and weakened ancients then turned to bones, then finely dust and ashes, in a matter of seconds.
At this dark hour Alcadizaar died in his bed and heeding the dark magics rose as a Zombie killing his lesser servents. At this point Abhorash killed the Zombie King and at the same time asked the Kings of the seperate city states to swear allegiance to him. For Good or for Ill the kings realised their predicement and did so.
On that night, Abhorash began the spell of unbinding. Sensing the influx of dark magics Nagash threw his armies at the city in a desperate attempt to stop Abhorash from completing the spell. The armies of Khemri were crumbling and the undead servents were at the doors of the Palace. When A beam of Purple-Black energy rose up from the Palace, then flashed outwards. Undead bodies exploded, shards of Bone bouncing off the remaing armies of Khemri. and Negash staggered backwards. He had been weakened, his spirits connection to the world of the dead was wavering. It was at this point that Abhorash sought him out to end the threat.
In the Middle of the battlefield Abhorash met Nagash. Nagash bore purple robes and a mask of death. He held a staff of pure bone, from the skull of a Desert Dragon, imbued with magical energies and near unbreakable. Abhorash bore but a simple sword.
What followed was a flurry of swordsmanship, neither could best the other for a good 30 minutes, the swirl of combat a blur to the Human onlookers. Finally Nagash flicked his sword accross Abhorash's shoulder, and drew blood. Abhorash Continued the similar pattern of parries and Nagash overconfident, attempted to follow through as last time with another blood drawing wound.
But Abhorash was not there, he had sidestepped to Nagash's side and drove his sword up between Nagash's ribs, reaching his blackened heart. Whereupon he imploded in a gash of purest black energy.
Nagash's physicial form died from Abhorash's death-blow but his spirit linger in the world of undeath, truly he was more dead than alive. And his resurrection and scourge of the lands of man will come again.
Abhorash was left to rule a broken land. The old Kingdom had fallen. He would make the new one strong enough to resist Nagash Again.
OOC: this is all HISTORY!
