The Corpse Lord



The Corpse Lord, Emperor Fenrin Sombra.

Emperor. Warrior. Wizard.

Ally. Friend. Lover.

Hero.

Monster.

Enemy. Betrayer.

Lich.



History
                Once loved the Celeste Quinlane, a seemingly immortal Queen of Eden. Once the Corpse Lord was a human blessed with magic whom ruled his kingdom with wisdom and kindness. Together with Queen Quinlane they would join forced to drive back hordes of the Fellsphere. In the aftermath a create alliance would exist between the two. Until one day he asked for her hand.

                Quinnlane denied the Corpse Lord, for while he was a powerful mage, he was only mortal and she would long outlast him. Fenrin was devastated by here denial, but sought out a means of immortality to allow him to be with her. In a way he succeeded.

Fenrin made a deal with a spirit of the Shadow Fell. In exchange for magical energy and crystal from beneath his capital the spirit would grant him eternal life.

Fenrin took the deal. He returned to Quinnlane, his body now draped by a cloak of shadows and spoke of how he had broken the bonds of time. She looked upon his soul and saw how it had twisted. She rejected him and refused him. “I deny you and detest what you have become. Seek me out no more!”

Fenrin left, enraged and humiliated. Upon returning home he sounded the call to war. When there was hesitation, he used his magical powers to bind his people to his will. His armies marched against Eden. On the field of battle Fenrin and Quinnlane met. Him marred by shadow, her gleaming in radiant energy. In the skies they met and clashed. The realm below was torn asunder. Mountain’s flattened, oceans dried, canyons carved, and more beside as they unleash magic and might upon each other. Their armies were driven back as Megiddo burned. In the end, Quinnlane slew Fenrin, and cast his body down. It cause her an arm, a wing, and an eye.

Reduced as she was, Quinnlane was unable or perhaps, as a final kindness to the friendship they once shared, unwilling to prevent Fenrin’s body from being recovered.

For three years there was peace.

<p class="MsoNormal">Then the undead began to walk the Realms, attacking outward. Many smaller realms or those close to portals fell in the open months before anyone realized what was happening. Soon the stronger realms mobilized their armies and in a great battle stalled the dead.

<p class="MsoNormal">Soon it was discovered the armies flowed from the Realm of Vánagandr. Home of the kingdom of Voluspa which Fenrir ruled. The adventurer which gathered the intelligence survived only long enough to share word that he lived on as a lich. A corpse lord bound to his thrown, fed upon his people and animated their bodies to his will.

<p class="MsoNormal">Now, three hundred years later all realms bordering Vánagandr have long fortified their borders. Armies of volunteers, conscripts, and constructs man the wall. Some realms have met the dead with dead. Others with warmachine for steel and bronze, elsewhere with brave men and women.

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