Host of the restless
(A black oval portal erupts into existence right before the stout hooded and robed figure with his arms raised, pulling the conduit to the realms of souls. The figure drops his arms and stands before the eerie still opening...waiting patiently. The hills of Ymir's pass are snow covered and empty around this location with a view of the wheel of pain.)
"Your service is requested. Reward is in service." Came the firm tone of the man with the stygian accent.
(The portal shimmers a moment after the words had been uttered. From its bleak depths a face peers through and views the what it determined to be a necromancer calling it. It confidently steps through the passage. This body streaked in stains of blood across its wrinkled and shriveled pale white flesh moved with unnatural rigidity, yet was unhindered by its lack of fluid movement. Despite its awkward motions the creature had cat like grace and an aura of confidence that would have driven normal men mad to have seen this combination)
"I was Rithgral of the Clan Mourdal. I am the harbinger of blood, life stealer of the bleak emptiness." Came the raspy voice of the abomination.
"I honor you." Replies the charismatic gentlemen whom had summoned the gate. "You power is requested warrior...my cause is in need of your strength and your fervor." said the necromancer in the most diplomatic of tones. "My goals are to honor the spirits and souls of the wrongly felled before their time and cause was complete. Will you align with me so that I may further our endeavor together?"
(The undead pauses a moment surveying the caster before him. In life he would have struck down this defiler of the black arts, but in his current situation and the unusual request made by the mortal before him it made him consider the partnership. Necromancers dont request service, they force it...they do not further the goals or honor the spirits they summon...they use them. One of the unnatural gifts given to those whom dwell in dark places is the ability to sense intention. This robed figure intended what he speaks about)
"Your request is accepted until the time that our motives differ stygian. I am at your disposal...how may I serve?" echoed the whispery voice of the corpse figure.
"You will not serve me life drinker, you will be my sword. I will strip you of your body while on this side of the portal and your soul will combine with mine as long as you desire. You will find others whom have accepted my plea inside...we are of like mind." replied the equally confident man.
(The creature nods its head down placing its jaw to chest and remains still, eager to begin its journey)
"I am ready...tell me whom it is that I have placed so much faith in." came the quiet voice of the beast
"I am Vienemen, Nightfall of the Order of the Blade. I have seen injustice done to the honorable fallen and travel those battle sites to recruit those who have not finished what they began. I am the host of the restless, and serpent to the unscrupulous. My life will not rest until yours has."
"Rah-ha-na-menaka!" shouted Vienemen
(Arms stretching out to his sides, Vienemen voices the incantation. The flesh of the fallen begins to dissolve from its backside towards its front. the particles of its carcass flow toward the black portal and disappear. An orb of some yellow glowing light is revealed floating in the air around where the chest would have been. Vienemen kneels down before it and reaches his right arm up with open palm facing upward. The shifting yellow orb descends to the hand of the necromancer and seeps into it. Vienemen stands and forces the portal to close on itself)
