Post by The Necromancer on Apr 8, 2011 22:36:01 GMT -5
Michael Kain was originally born Markus Kayin in the late classical age, to a poor sculptor, Adverus Kayin. When 'Markus' was 17, a powerful Demonspawn, Larine, ravaged his village, slaying everyone, including the young man's father. Markus, his good sense blinded by rage, hunted down the the demon, and after a rather heated battle, cast him down. His actions did not go unnoticed by Kha, the Deity of the land. Markus was blessed with two gifts- Reincarnation, and Immortality. Not true immortality, mind you. He could live for as long as he wanted, barring death by unnatural causes, and after 500 years, he could return to the world if he wished. Markus views this as a mixture of gift and curse- he would outlive any and everyone he loved, and would always return to the world in a new generation, with an entirely new world to have to learn to understand.
He was born again about halfway through the medieval age, in a ruined kingdom suffering the ravages of an extremely violent civil war. When the smoke cleared, Lord Avery Karred was sitting on a throne of blood. Markus took the name Michael Kain this time, a name he would carry forever on. He watched with growing disgust as Lord Karred went quite mad, using his power for only his own gain, even bringing a the wrath of Kha onto his land, ravaging the farmland and bringing pestilence and floods. Michael was overjoyed when he learned that the headstrong daughter of Lord Karred was planning a revolution, and he immidiately offered to assist her in her mission. She accepted his aid, despite his appearance- Nekos were rare, these days. After the battle for the castle, Michael, taken with the strong-willed woman, asked for her hand in marriage. Lalette accepted his offer. He fathered two children who went on to rule the empire after she died and he "faded". Their exact fate is unknown.
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Immediately.
He returned at the dawn of the Renaissance, and at the beginning of the widespread use of gunpowder. Instead, however, he chose to use Clockwork Pistols, ones that operated without gunpowder, and were custom made by a half-mad Magician Gunsmith by the name of Kria Merrot. By now, Michael had grown bitter- his 'gift' had made him live through the deaths of everyone he'd loved, the falls of kingdoms he'd supported, and the changing of everything he knew. Michael killed Kria to ensure his weapons would not be copied, and gathered to him a band of exceptional individuals- including an immensely powerful Necromancer, Dray Fellkin, a Shadowkin. Michael learned the dark art of Necromancy during his time with Dray, and despite how he hides it, Michael's favorite form of magic, aside from fire, is necromancy. During one particular battle, Michael and his small band of anti-heroes were chased into the ruins of a long-forgotten city by the army of an angry Elven lord, Kailmila. Michael, searching for some way to defeat the surrounding army, frantically reached out, hunting for souls and corpses to force them into- and found two ancient armies, buried beneath the abandoned streets of the ruin. As they rose, he recognized their uniforms- or, one army's lack thereof. The Khyrrian Loyalist Guard, and the Rebel army. Michael had returned to the site of his last triumph. Even as his army of undead ravaged the Elven force, Michael cried out in anguish. Standing before him was the reanimated body of his wife, Lalette. This is where Michael lost the last vestiges of his sanity. His memories flooded from the back of his mind, and his control of the dead armies wavered. The two ancient enemies turned and destroyed each other yet again, after five centuries, their feud had not been forgotten.
Michael faded then and there, leaving the restless dead without putting them back in their graves. These dead eventually forgot their conflict and roamed aimlessly throughout the lands, attacking the living. Some may even remain today, in remote areas, though most were struck down by the living. He took his pistols with him into oblivion.
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Despite the evils he committed during his previous rebirth, Kha
had not taken back his gift. Michael returned once more, near the end of the renaissance. His years of insanity, denial, and grief in oblivion had damaged his mind permanently- though he retained most of his combat and magical knowledge, little of his memory beyond his name remained. Michael returned to the world in the form of a young man, hardly more than a teenager, with a light heart and playful temperament. Michael's intent this time around was simply to enjoy life. I'm not going to lie, Michael never engaged in a prolonged relationship, and he fathered more than a few children, most of which he never saw either the child or it's mother again. Sadly, despite all the fun he was having, he was dragged back into the world of violence and battle. The ungoverned land he'd been living in came under attack from the re-forged Khyrrian Empire. Michael was thrust into guerilla warfare against the country he'd once supported, defended, and ruled. During the seven years of combat, many became aware of his gift- or at least, of the fact that he didn't seem to age or even change all that much. This led to the myth/assumption that he was invincible. This gave new hope to his followers and to those thinking of joining him, and he managed to amass a small army of followers. This, combined with his skill with Necromancy, won the battle of Aiulerre, the battle that drove the Khyrrian Army out of Linarm for good. Instead of claiming victory, the newly-christened Linarmian Legion pursued the fleeing Khyrrian military into Khyrra, crushing all resistance and capturing city after city. Before long, they were at the gates of the rebuilt capitol city. The City waved the white flag, and the Empress came out to meet Michael to discuss terms of surrender. Michael felt a familiar stirring when he met Empress Halleth, and was compelled to show her mercy and fair treatment.
Khyrra's lands were returned on the condition that Linarm would receive a tribute every year. Over time, Michael, now the King of Linarm, befriended Empress Nalina Halleth, and learned of her ancestry. She traced her history all the way back to the family Karred, and the Empress Lalette- Something of the name struck a chord in Michael's memory, but he did not remember, and therefore couldn't tell that this was a descendant of his. But she knew. She'd heard the legends of Empress Lalette's consort, the neko warrior-mage Michael Kain. She knew it couldn't be a coincidence. Over time, after dropping hint after oh-so-obvious hint, she deduced that he truly didn't remember, so she took advantage of the situation.
Nalina, or Nal, as she was known to Michael, married Him. It had been about a millennium since Michael had fathered KaRyna Kain, and over the ten centuries his blood in the veins of the descendants had become diluted- because of this, Nal knew she wouldn't have to worry about deformities in any children she may have. Nal -did- truly love Michael, but she also knew that his blood was powerful- blessed by Kha. She wanted her children to be charged with that blood. Michael fathered three children with Nal; Darian, who had inherited Michael's Necromantic gift, Lorelai, who inherited his neko characteristics and skill with pistols, and Grey. Grey was an odd girl, with milk-white skin and even whiter hair- hell, even the her neko tail/ears were white-furred. She seemed to have inherited both his Necromantic and Fire Mage skills, as well as his gift. The Gift that gave him the gift of rebirth and eternal youth. Michael had created someone to share his eternity with. All of his children went on to do great things- Darian led an unprecedented military campaign that merged an army of dead with that of the living, and conquered much of the known world, and Lorelai became Empress of both Khyrra and Linarm, leading the countries into an age of prosperity and happiness. And then Kha struck them down.
Kha saw the madness he had wrought- these children, the product of Michael's gift breeding with itself, were simply too powerful. One of them had conquered the entire world, using his own men and the corpses of his defeated enemies as soldiers. The other had brought her nation- the entire world- to an age of perfection. Yes, they had done good, but they simply had too much power. He dispatched his most loyal servants, the Lightbringers, to kill them. The world plunged into chaos, and Michael and Grey faded from the world.
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to be continued.
Note: Yes, Michael+Nal=Inbreeding, but there's been so much dilution of the blood that i don't think it really matters.
He was born again about halfway through the medieval age, in a ruined kingdom suffering the ravages of an extremely violent civil war. When the smoke cleared, Lord Avery Karred was sitting on a throne of blood. Markus took the name Michael Kain this time, a name he would carry forever on. He watched with growing disgust as Lord Karred went quite mad, using his power for only his own gain, even bringing a the wrath of Kha onto his land, ravaging the farmland and bringing pestilence and floods. Michael was overjoyed when he learned that the headstrong daughter of Lord Karred was planning a revolution, and he immidiately offered to assist her in her mission. She accepted his aid, despite his appearance- Nekos were rare, these days. After the battle for the castle, Michael, taken with the strong-willed woman, asked for her hand in marriage. Lalette accepted his offer. He fathered two children who went on to rule the empire after she died and he "faded". Their exact fate is unknown.
---- to be continued ----
Immediately.
He returned at the dawn of the Renaissance, and at the beginning of the widespread use of gunpowder. Instead, however, he chose to use Clockwork Pistols, ones that operated without gunpowder, and were custom made by a half-mad Magician Gunsmith by the name of Kria Merrot. By now, Michael had grown bitter- his 'gift' had made him live through the deaths of everyone he'd loved, the falls of kingdoms he'd supported, and the changing of everything he knew. Michael killed Kria to ensure his weapons would not be copied, and gathered to him a band of exceptional individuals- including an immensely powerful Necromancer, Dray Fellkin, a Shadowkin. Michael learned the dark art of Necromancy during his time with Dray, and despite how he hides it, Michael's favorite form of magic, aside from fire, is necromancy. During one particular battle, Michael and his small band of anti-heroes were chased into the ruins of a long-forgotten city by the army of an angry Elven lord, Kailmila. Michael, searching for some way to defeat the surrounding army, frantically reached out, hunting for souls and corpses to force them into- and found two ancient armies, buried beneath the abandoned streets of the ruin. As they rose, he recognized their uniforms- or, one army's lack thereof. The Khyrrian Loyalist Guard, and the Rebel army. Michael had returned to the site of his last triumph. Even as his army of undead ravaged the Elven force, Michael cried out in anguish. Standing before him was the reanimated body of his wife, Lalette. This is where Michael lost the last vestiges of his sanity. His memories flooded from the back of his mind, and his control of the dead armies wavered. The two ancient enemies turned and destroyed each other yet again, after five centuries, their feud had not been forgotten.
Michael faded then and there, leaving the restless dead without putting them back in their graves. These dead eventually forgot their conflict and roamed aimlessly throughout the lands, attacking the living. Some may even remain today, in remote areas, though most were struck down by the living. He took his pistols with him into oblivion.
----------
Despite the evils he committed during his previous rebirth, Kha
had not taken back his gift. Michael returned once more, near the end of the renaissance. His years of insanity, denial, and grief in oblivion had damaged his mind permanently- though he retained most of his combat and magical knowledge, little of his memory beyond his name remained. Michael returned to the world in the form of a young man, hardly more than a teenager, with a light heart and playful temperament. Michael's intent this time around was simply to enjoy life. I'm not going to lie, Michael never engaged in a prolonged relationship, and he fathered more than a few children, most of which he never saw either the child or it's mother again. Sadly, despite all the fun he was having, he was dragged back into the world of violence and battle. The ungoverned land he'd been living in came under attack from the re-forged Khyrrian Empire. Michael was thrust into guerilla warfare against the country he'd once supported, defended, and ruled. During the seven years of combat, many became aware of his gift- or at least, of the fact that he didn't seem to age or even change all that much. This led to the myth/assumption that he was invincible. This gave new hope to his followers and to those thinking of joining him, and he managed to amass a small army of followers. This, combined with his skill with Necromancy, won the battle of Aiulerre, the battle that drove the Khyrrian Army out of Linarm for good. Instead of claiming victory, the newly-christened Linarmian Legion pursued the fleeing Khyrrian military into Khyrra, crushing all resistance and capturing city after city. Before long, they were at the gates of the rebuilt capitol city. The City waved the white flag, and the Empress came out to meet Michael to discuss terms of surrender. Michael felt a familiar stirring when he met Empress Halleth, and was compelled to show her mercy and fair treatment.
Khyrra's lands were returned on the condition that Linarm would receive a tribute every year. Over time, Michael, now the King of Linarm, befriended Empress Nalina Halleth, and learned of her ancestry. She traced her history all the way back to the family Karred, and the Empress Lalette- Something of the name struck a chord in Michael's memory, but he did not remember, and therefore couldn't tell that this was a descendant of his. But she knew. She'd heard the legends of Empress Lalette's consort, the neko warrior-mage Michael Kain. She knew it couldn't be a coincidence. Over time, after dropping hint after oh-so-obvious hint, she deduced that he truly didn't remember, so she took advantage of the situation.
Nalina, or Nal, as she was known to Michael, married Him. It had been about a millennium since Michael had fathered KaRyna Kain, and over the ten centuries his blood in the veins of the descendants had become diluted- because of this, Nal knew she wouldn't have to worry about deformities in any children she may have. Nal -did- truly love Michael, but she also knew that his blood was powerful- blessed by Kha. She wanted her children to be charged with that blood. Michael fathered three children with Nal; Darian, who had inherited Michael's Necromantic gift, Lorelai, who inherited his neko characteristics and skill with pistols, and Grey. Grey was an odd girl, with milk-white skin and even whiter hair- hell, even the her neko tail/ears were white-furred. She seemed to have inherited both his Necromantic and Fire Mage skills, as well as his gift. The Gift that gave him the gift of rebirth and eternal youth. Michael had created someone to share his eternity with. All of his children went on to do great things- Darian led an unprecedented military campaign that merged an army of dead with that of the living, and conquered much of the known world, and Lorelai became Empress of both Khyrra and Linarm, leading the countries into an age of prosperity and happiness. And then Kha struck them down.
Kha saw the madness he had wrought- these children, the product of Michael's gift breeding with itself, were simply too powerful. One of them had conquered the entire world, using his own men and the corpses of his defeated enemies as soldiers. The other had brought her nation- the entire world- to an age of perfection. Yes, they had done good, but they simply had too much power. He dispatched his most loyal servants, the Lightbringers, to kill them. The world plunged into chaos, and Michael and Grey faded from the world.
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to be continued.
Note: Yes, Michael+Nal=Inbreeding, but there's been so much dilution of the blood that i don't think it really matters.