|Nevrehl, the Deceiver
||[Oct. 15th, 2003|02:09 pm]
From the dawn of time, it was the will of the Father that his land be crafted of earth, and rise into sober works of mountainous glory; that his fires should twist, crack, and blaze; that waves should crash and ebb into his ocean which existed merely to consume; that the wind should wash throughout his world, and whisper to anyone wise enough to listen. The work of the elements, all entwined, struck harmony in a world of chaos. Yet harmony is a scale – and for all the good, so too must the acidic aspects of nature entrench their own coils…|
It was in nature where man first walked – where man first trod the earth, sighed into the breeze, embraced flames, and bathed in cleansing torrents. One would think it fair to say that of them all, the pieces which framed the whole were in essence those primal elements of purity. However, it was in this primal state where shadows crept and forged, in jealousy and maliciousness, the same such darker pigments of nature. With fire came rage. With earth, sorrow swept over the land. Water drew and discarded life with ease. The wind became black; trickery, deceit, misery… All was visited upon man. Was this not the will of the Father?
Devils, in jealousy of all that he accomplished, created their own states within his world. Blinded by rage and grief at having been cast from a mold less deserving than his chosen, they made manifest a permanent scar upon the mortal realm; these would forever be remembered as the Eternals. Bound to flesh in order to seal a pact between man and daemon, each embraced a world that beheld nature in sober reverence; from this, they bestowed fear into every walk of life. Struck free from their ethereal masters, the Eternals of nature left misery and destruction in their wake. These were beings of immeasurable power; bound to the land, one might never truly die. They were the messengers of discourse, who would ensnare humanity to the roots of primal evil – for it was Nvrehl, Eternal of the Winds, whom first bestowed the ideas of trickery and lust upon the Father’s noble race of men. And for this, he became enraged.
The Father gave man the first gift: chains, cast of divine might, to bind each Eternal to his own element. This was man’s first task - that of restoring order to the Father’s world. One by one, each being was seized and bolted to the purest form of each respected element.
The Eternal of the Wretched Earth was bound atop the highest peak, enshrined in a dark chapel of stone.
The Eternal of Vile Waters was sealed within a keep, deep within the ocean’s depths.
He of the Embittered Flame was contained amid a throne room shocked in a state of permanent inferno.
And finally Nvrehl, he who whispered evil into the heart of man, was chained upon a massive tower, its ceiling a broiling tempest clad in vicious gusts and great flashes.
Man having accomplished the Father’s request, compelled his benevolence. It was thus that the four Eternals watched. And waited…
For millennia, Nvrehl bid his time; whispering to the winds, he watched as fate began to twist for humanity. Seraupha had become a wicked land, enveloped in a web of corruption. Times changed, and its people slowly forgot the lessons of the Father – the punishments of those who would taint, and the gifts granted to the pious. The lies from ages past once more slithered into the Father’s thrall; his lesser offspring warred among each other for petty reasons, and chaos once more befell the land. From high upon that tower, Nvrehl observed. His laughter drew further rage from the heavens, and lightning crossed the skies – he of the Poisoned Word had triumphed. Riddles begot the decay of morality, and the Eternal of Ebon Winds merely grew in strength. His imprisonment neared its end…
The Patron of Deceit was, soon after, visited by one fallen from the grace of the Father. Astraphael, once the scale upon which all justice was weighed, was thrown from heaven; he declared war upon humanity, and from that day was stricken of angelic purpose. His wings were torn, and heaved into the sky, left to fall wherever fate would have it. This, Nvrehl had seen – and with it, the ensuing encounter which would once more visit black skies upon the Father’s children.
Astraphael, shorn of heritage, was left wretched upon the soil of man’s earth. Having searched in vain throughout lands far and near, such travels eventually led him to the Tempest’s tower. At its summit, he engaged the restrained Nvrehl with words of fancy. The Deceiver offered to aid in the search for those wings; after all, the breezes spoke of all things. The former angel was then caught, snagged in the Eternal’s ploy. A blade of holy light and flame struck low the bonds of mistruth. In a deafening crack which cleaved the boundaries of earth and heaven, the sky became ablaze; free after so long, Nvrehl threw his arms upward, his black talons stretched to slice the wicked flurry of air which whipped and whirled about the former prison. His laughter echoed for miles – dark, yet hollow and bereft of all but the most sincere of hateful purpose. And in a moment, all was gone; all silent. Still. Astraphael was left alone atop that tower, his only company a fiery orb high in the sky glaring hatefully down.
Nvrehl is a lithe, willowy figure. He stands tall, yet bears an almost feminine mystique in all mannerisms – his eyes betray an otherworldly shade of crimson, with white streaming hair to frame an ashen visage which peaks perfection. His body is wrapped in straps of cloth, bandages entwined over nearly all flesh; over this rests a cloak as black as night, graced with tatters and tears. He bears no obvious weapon, instead resorting to large obsidian talons which line each long and slender finger. Shackles still adorn his wrists, their formerly unbreakable chains rattling with each movement as a trophy to his long sought freedom. Taking all into consideration, the Deceiver creates an aura of uneasiness which would shake even the most stalwart adventurer.
Nvrehl’s true power has yet to be tested..
Eternity: As an Eternal, Nvrehl is permanently bound to Seraupha; for this, he may never truly die. Age is but an abstraction, something which has no bearing.
Wind Magika: Due to an affinity for the workings of the wind, Nvrehl has a variety of air spells to call upon. Of all the Eternals, Nvrehl is the only true magi among them.
Calling to Falgris: For months, Nvrehl wandered the land before his imprisonment; he soon encountered a wolf-kin creature which attracted great attention. This beast was afterward forever more bound (having been corrupted by the ebon winds) to the Deceiver’s side. Falgris is a massive beast, whose piercing howls shatter the mind of any purpose. Its deformed appearance is that of a great wolf, warped to be ever-fierce, its maw painted with rows of teeth, yet its form constantly flickering in and out of view. It seemingly bears no eyes, and is covered in a mass of thick plates and thorns.
Daemonic Speed: Nvrehl may, at times, move so quickly as to defy vision.
Eternal’s Form: Each of the Eternal walkers were assigned vessels of flesh; these, however, are in no way a true reflection of the daemonic symbioses. The true Eternal is a creature bereft of all earthly ties, transcending directly from the caster’s body. Such an action requires immense amounts of concentration, and a fairly long amount of time to cast compared to most other magiks. However, once completed, the Eternal becomes a creature of purely chaotic sympathies. Nvrehl’s true form is that of a great winged daemon, the Tempest, whose control over aero magiks is absolute.