Legendary Sauce
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- Posted: Tue, 10 Feb 2015 20:18:03 +0000
Engine's Bar for the Undead or Otherwise Noted Characters of Sordid Intention.
So then.
There was a man from a far away land. This world was ruled by the undead, and those that had died joined the legions untold where masters laid in wait to snatch stray corpses up for their own nefarious schemes and plots. Most families kept their undead in locked chambers known as Gregoriums to keep stray masters from summoning their relatives or otherwise. The chambers of some Gregoriums were known to stretch miles below the surface, thousands of writhing flocks of undead stockpiled amongst one another for safe keeping, teaching, and warfare against foreign invaders. Alongside these tombs, it was the duty of the eldest member and most learned of the necrotic arts to teach those youngest to control and manipulate the undead with a dangerous and brutal cunning. From generation to generation and family to family, control and manipulation of the undead varied and molded into many separate styles, or 'Arts' as they were called among the sects of those that ruled the highest number of undead, and wars among these families for land and undead wealth broke out like wildfire in the early years of this horrific, arcana fueled world. Those who cast control of endless droves ruled the blasted lands with iron fists, and the integral lives of the living and their undying relatives became an even tighter noose where demon summoning and mutation of the flesh took place at a near constant. Different schools of necromantic Arts opened leading into pathways of untold darkness where the simple binding of the flesh and twisting of the spirit were but paltry sums in comparison to what awaited in the Beyond of the Beyond. Those who dwelled as mortals had two choices placed before them. Be slaughtered and turned into mindless puppets for another master's use, or bind the wills that tied them to the world, and sacrifice one's very soul for power beyond power, the impossible strength of the necromancer given by the Dark God Ool. Those who prayed to his well of souls gained the unique skill of raising and turning the undead, and those that denied him were destined to either live out as Slayers of Darkness, a dwindling sect of mortals who battled against the undying hordes in hopes of one day finding a cure, or as cannon fodder for a master of the darkest arts.
Foulmancy, Corpse Weaving, Skag Raising, Necromancy, Dark Summoning of Daemon or Otherwise...
A world so rich in death and pain. A place so full of life hidden under walls of living corpses, of demon and zombie giants, of arcane sorcery and impossible evil...
Engine had to escape. And so he did...
But he brought a little bit of home back with him.
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Engine is a walker of Planes. Gaining the ethereal ability to go wherever he desired given considerable months of concentration was a chanced upon skill, and he was lucky to have gained it given his world was in the process of being overrun by abominations of a newly summoned God known simply as Cadmazan. The force of Ool were forced to stop bickering amongst one another and turn to thwarting that which threatened to consume all...
The forces of Ool failing in most all respects, Engine turned to ancient tome and text for clue into escape from his doomed world, noting the realistic inevitability of total annihilation by this most daunting of foes. Gathering his strength, he broke arcane law and sold a sliver of his own mortal soul to an entity Beyond the Beyond in order to escape the purgatory that was his home world. His soul fractured yet his new power secured, he confidently cracked a void bolt across the air where a portal to the unknown sizzled into existence, the sound of the coming abominations thrumming in his ears like pelting rain.
As he escaped through the void slashed before him, he felt the pull of Ool nearly twist from his being, a weakened tether following him through the unknown into what he would come to call his new home, the dimension of Gaia, planet Gaia Primus.
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Engine owns a bar. It's a two story flat where the bottom level is decorated in antique oak furniture all around with booths and bar seats and all that good stuff. Even the floor is some form of polished oak, the walls red brick and lightly decorated with macabre pictures of funerals and deserted church grounds. A bar-top sits on the far wall right when one walks in from a shanty porch that is host to a two person chair swing and several rocking chairs for easy swaying in the breeze.
There's a massive Gregorium behind the building, along with a mile long graveyard with most of the graves dug up say for a few hundred..
It smells of death and sweet cinnamon when one enters..
Do you dare?