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Retired to Khafra after playtesting Nekron / Alkahest Mines -> 1,700 XP total
R H Y M E
Lord of Blackhall
Details
Null (Dvergar)
Male, 371 Years Old, 2'8" up to 20' Tall
Appearance
Before you is a grungy, black raven with piercing red eyes and a long, stork-like beak laden with a long, purplish tongue. It stares from its perch, and it never seems to be in a rush to fly. Less than half the height of a man, it speaks in a soft, baritone voice that soothes the ears.
Were one to ever upset this bird, they would see it grow rapidly in size to a maximum height of twenty feet, so massive that its beak could easily pluck a man off the ground. His tongue is in actuality a set of four Tendrils, woven together.
Compacted within Rhyme's flesh is a veritable laboratory worth of tools for any Practice or craft he knows.
Personality
Sardonic yet joyous in that twisted way, Rhyme is a kind monster who is remarkably charitable. This sense of outward warmth ebbs and flows, and at times he falls to an almost juvenile, brooding depression; all that had ever happened to Rhyme in his past heavily weighs upon him.
Rhyme enjoys art in all its forms, Arcana, history, industry, and the nuances of life and death. He longs to push back the Vokhai, unite the remaining Dvergish Holds, and forge a new Black Empire under his ideals.
Though he is a Nekron, Rhyme respects the natural progression of death. When he does take a life, it is a consequence of war or a punishment. He would rather make an ally or a friend, though he does make it a point to follow the social customs of wherever he visits, hiding what he is whilst masquerading around as a strange 'spirit' aiding and mentoring others. All this, to lull them into serving him, and to bargain their favor or willing submission to his accursed experiments.
Arcana
Rhyme is a Contrivance Mage foremost, studying Arcana and inventing wicked creations. Secondarily, he is both a Nekron, and a Null, with minions and a lookalike Familiar he often sends out in his stead. Metal and flesh are hand in glove, to him, and he works with either to assemble robust and sturdy beings capable of handling the tasks he gives them.
An avid experimentalist, Rhyme is always looking for more willing subjects to fall beneath his scalpel. He will even take on the challenge of undoing what he has done, should they feel unsatisfied with the 'art' he has made of their body.
History
Centuries ago, Rhyme was King Necalli, Lord of Blackhall; this was a Dvergish Hold known for its wondrous contrivances and sprawling Alkahest mines. As king, he proffered a policy of tolerance to all other races of the Planes, including the Vokhai, the occasional Æld'Norai or the Jin'Norai who would traverse the Ur'Duun to barter with his people.
Then a Vokhai Warlord, a Goblin Lich by the name of Glekkr, descended upon Blackhall and sieged its gates with gibbering masses. The people of Blackhall were slain, Automata wrecked, and the their vast wealth of artifacts they possessed were plundered. Not even allowed to rest, Glekkr raised Necalli and his people as Thralls and Draugr.
Necalli followed Glekkr for decades, a slave who advised and aided the warlord in his conquests. With only his royal court to keep him company- Rahui, Tahloc, Tenoch, and Atzli- Necalli grew mad and discontent, and so too did they.
After a century, Glekkr was defeated in a battle between an order of Paladins, and the Draugr under his sway were untethered. Necalli fled with the other Draugr, and settled in the Blackhall where he studied the art of Malediction to bring solace to his people.
One by one, Rahui, Tahloc, Tenoch, and Atzli succumbed to madness, and Necalli was forced to dominate their fractured minds with Malediction. At this point, he formed a Pact with the Godhead of Avernus and became a Nekron due to his sorrow.
A strange traveler wandered into Blackhall; they were afflicted with a strange curse, and requested of Necalli many alterations to the flesh which would enhance their capacity for killing. Obliging, Necalli soon found many similar wanderers, with odd curses and wasting bodies journeying to visit him in the quiet dark.
Then a writhing black mass came, and swallowed each of them to the void.
The god of the void, Nihilos, spoke to Necalli then. He explained that the Nacalli would be reborn with a new purpose, as one of His Nihil. It was another hundred years before he emerged with his companions, but to them barely any time at all had passed. Now he was a writhing monster of slime, dependent on his loyal dead to bring him soul-laden mass.
Rahui, Tahloc, Tenoch, and Atzli ventured out with Necalli's Thralls, abducting lone Vokhai where they could find him. In those days, Necalli learned much about Mysticism, shearing from his own soul a Familiar as he continued to grow.
Once again, Blackhall needed to be restored. It took decades of toil, but Atzli had been the Royal Architect of his dynasty, and so everything was built anew. Only recently were the mines touched upon, cleared out of the beasts and rubble to be filled with loyal Thralls.
Necalli gave his old name to his Familiar, donning the new name of Rhyme, Lord of Ravens, as he sent out his people and minions to learn more of the world above.
Null (Dvergar)
Male, 371 Years Old, 2'8" up to 20' Tall
Appearance
Before you is a grungy, black raven with piercing red eyes and a long, stork-like beak laden with a long, purplish tongue. It stares from its perch, and it never seems to be in a rush to fly. Less than half the height of a man, it speaks in a soft, baritone voice that soothes the ears.
Were one to ever upset this bird, they would see it grow rapidly in size to a maximum height of twenty feet, so massive that its beak could easily pluck a man off the ground. His tongue is in actuality a set of four Tendrils, woven together.
Compacted within Rhyme's flesh is a veritable laboratory worth of tools for any Practice or craft he knows.
Personality
Sardonic yet joyous in that twisted way, Rhyme is a kind monster who is remarkably charitable. This sense of outward warmth ebbs and flows, and at times he falls to an almost juvenile, brooding depression; all that had ever happened to Rhyme in his past heavily weighs upon him.
Rhyme enjoys art in all its forms, Arcana, history, industry, and the nuances of life and death. He longs to push back the Vokhai, unite the remaining Dvergish Holds, and forge a new Black Empire under his ideals.
Though he is a Nekron, Rhyme respects the natural progression of death. When he does take a life, it is a consequence of war or a punishment. He would rather make an ally or a friend, though he does make it a point to follow the social customs of wherever he visits, hiding what he is whilst masquerading around as a strange 'spirit' aiding and mentoring others. All this, to lull them into serving him, and to bargain their favor or willing submission to his accursed experiments.
Arcana
Rhyme is a Contrivance Mage foremost, studying Arcana and inventing wicked creations. Secondarily, he is both a Nekron, and a Null, with minions and a lookalike Familiar he often sends out in his stead. Metal and flesh are hand in glove, to him, and he works with either to assemble robust and sturdy beings capable of handling the tasks he gives them.
An avid experimentalist, Rhyme is always looking for more willing subjects to fall beneath his scalpel. He will even take on the challenge of undoing what he has done, should they feel unsatisfied with the 'art' he has made of their body.
History
Centuries ago, Rhyme was King Necalli, Lord of Blackhall; this was a Dvergish Hold known for its wondrous contrivances and sprawling Alkahest mines. As king, he proffered a policy of tolerance to all other races of the Planes, including the Vokhai, the occasional Æld'Norai or the Jin'Norai who would traverse the Ur'Duun to barter with his people.
Then a Vokhai Warlord, a Goblin Lich by the name of Glekkr, descended upon Blackhall and sieged its gates with gibbering masses. The people of Blackhall were slain, Automata wrecked, and the their vast wealth of artifacts they possessed were plundered. Not even allowed to rest, Glekkr raised Necalli and his people as Thralls and Draugr.
Necalli followed Glekkr for decades, a slave who advised and aided the warlord in his conquests. With only his royal court to keep him company- Rahui, Tahloc, Tenoch, and Atzli- Necalli grew mad and discontent, and so too did they.
After a century, Glekkr was defeated in a battle between an order of Paladins, and the Draugr under his sway were untethered. Necalli fled with the other Draugr, and settled in the Blackhall where he studied the art of Malediction to bring solace to his people.
One by one, Rahui, Tahloc, Tenoch, and Atzli succumbed to madness, and Necalli was forced to dominate their fractured minds with Malediction. At this point, he formed a Pact with the Godhead of Avernus and became a Nekron due to his sorrow.
A strange traveler wandered into Blackhall; they were afflicted with a strange curse, and requested of Necalli many alterations to the flesh which would enhance their capacity for killing. Obliging, Necalli soon found many similar wanderers, with odd curses and wasting bodies journeying to visit him in the quiet dark.
Then a writhing black mass came, and swallowed each of them to the void.
The god of the void, Nihilos, spoke to Necalli then. He explained that the Nacalli would be reborn with a new purpose, as one of His Nihil. It was another hundred years before he emerged with his companions, but to them barely any time at all had passed. Now he was a writhing monster of slime, dependent on his loyal dead to bring him soul-laden mass.
Rahui, Tahloc, Tenoch, and Atzli ventured out with Necalli's Thralls, abducting lone Vokhai where they could find him. In those days, Necalli learned much about Mysticism, shearing from his own soul a Familiar as he continued to grow.
Once again, Blackhall needed to be restored. It took decades of toil, but Atzli had been the Royal Architect of his dynasty, and so everything was built anew. Only recently were the mines touched upon, cleared out of the beasts and rubble to be filled with loyal Thralls.
Necalli gave his old name to his Familiar, donning the new name of Rhyme, Lord of Ravens, as he sent out his people and minions to learn more of the world above.
Fluent in Common, Crudish, Dvergish, and Jinnic.
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