Title: The Bitter Knife of Shadowed Days
Alias: Knife
Concept: Vigilante betrayed by lover
Motivation: Kill all traitors, prove that love is weakness and lies
Caste: Day
Background:
Only a year ago, the deathknight known as The Bitter Knife of Shadowed Days was a rather different person. For starters, he was still mortal, alive, and made his home in the city of Nexus. He was youthful, energetic, and intelligent. His prospects weren't bad, all things considered. As all bad things in his life, however, it started with the death of a woman.
The first time the killer struck, the Nighthammer district was abuzz with the news the next day. The local watch had discovered a mostly skinned woman, missing parts both inside and out, on the edge of the docks. She'd gone missing two days earlier, but no one had paid it much mind until now. A gruesome death, but it wasn't the worst thing to have happened in town. Still, things perked up around town. The young man did as well. He was interested, in a morbid sort of way. He wanted to know what had happened, how she'd died, and who had done it.
As the next couple of weeks passed, and three more young ladies went missing, then turned up dead in various places, his curiosity became an obsession. He felt that since he was smart, since he was good at finding things, he should be able to discover the killer. Make him pay for his murders. He was spending hours out scouring for clues, talking to people, learning anything he could about the killings. He got a lot of strange looks. He also bumped into another young woman who was doing the same. At first, it was just seeing each other in similar places, talking to the same people. As time passed, they began to work togther, pooling resources and knowledge.
The young lady, her name was Samantha, he remembers, was brilliant. She picked up on clues as quickly as he did. She was able to intuit the killers thoughts clearly when they looked at the places bodies had been found. They grew close over the next couple weeks, as they searched.
Finally, they narrowed down the possible murderers to a single home, located at the end of a narrow alley in the district. The young man wanted to get one of the local mercenary police groups, but Samantha spoke of how the killer was obviously weak, picking on smaller women, working in secret. He would be no match for the two of them, prepared and in good shape, armed with daggers. The fame and reward would be theirs to claim.
As they stepped into the house quietly, the young man leading, peering around the room, he felt seized by tension. Suddenly pain spears through his right side, cold steel driving itself between ribs. Gasping in shock and agony, he twists around to see the girl, malicious smile on her lips, holding her dagger in hand. "You found me," she said, raising the blade and watching the blood drop from it. She kicked his knee, knocking him down, and then kicked the knife from his hand.
Gasping, he struggled to push himself up, but she simply slashed a leg, grabbed him by his right arm, and dragged him into the basement. Skin covered the walls, blood caked the floor, pooling in half-dried, rotting pools. Bones and dried-out organs were scattered around the floor and on tables. She cut across his forehead, blood blinding him before she struck him violently in the temple, knocking him out.
He came to later, roughly tied to a table. The girl was clad in a bloodstained loincloth and torn shirt. The torture began then, skin peeled away, fingers and toes severed. She would leave him, bleeding, for hours, and return. After two days, she finally tired of toying with him. She stabbed him again in the same place she had started, wrenching the blade around, cutting lung and blood vessels. Then she cut the ropes binding him, and left the room.
Tumbling from the table, unable to even scream from the pain at this point, the young man lay on the floor in agony. He tried to drag himself towards the stairs, but was hardly able to breath through the blood in his chest, muscles too severed to work any longer. He simply lay, dying, until a dark voice spoke to him. It wasn't something you heard, or even felt. It simply was, and you understood that it was dark, powerful, and alien. It told him that he would live anew. He would have power, real power; revenge; a purpose. A dark purpose.
He accepted. As he did, the dark powers erupted into him, just as the sun set on Nexus. This final death and corruption pushed the basement torture room into becoming a shadowlands. The newfound Abyssal gathered his strength and smashed through the door upstairs, prepared to kill the woman, only to find himself in a strange land. His journey to the Walker's domain began even as thoughts of vengeance cooled in his blood, becoming a part of it as much as his soul.
Young man, about 20, living in Nexus in the Nighthammer district. A killer had recently started kidnapping people off the streets, mostly younger women. They would turn up dead, flayed and missing various parts, several days later. The local watch, after several weeks, had nothing to go on. The abyssal-to-be starts looking for the person responsible. In his searching, he begins stumbling across a young woman who is also digging for clues. Cue a week or two of searching, cooperation, and so forth that leads them to the killers' small home.
As they step inside, prepared to kill whomever they find, the young man is stabbed in the side. Turning, he sees the girl he had been working with, who he had been falling for, knife in hand. She kicks him in the knee, knocking him down, and kicks away his sword before he can act. Dragging him downstairs, into a meager basement-turned-torture room, she turns him into her first male victim. Tortured, skin torn away, she leaves him bleeding on a table. As his life ends, the Walker speaks to him, offering him revenge upon the murderess, revenge on her betrayal and her killings, and shows that he was foolish to ever believe in something as weak and manipulable as love.
Alias: Knife
Concept: Vigilante betrayed by lover
Motivation: Kill all traitors, prove that love is weakness and lies
Caste: Day
Background:
Only a year ago, the deathknight known as The Bitter Knife of Shadowed Days was a rather different person. For starters, he was still mortal, alive, and made his home in the city of Nexus. He was youthful, energetic, and intelligent. His prospects weren't bad, all things considered. As all bad things in his life, however, it started with the death of a woman.
The first time the killer struck, the Nighthammer district was abuzz with the news the next day. The local watch had discovered a mostly skinned woman, missing parts both inside and out, on the edge of the docks. She'd gone missing two days earlier, but no one had paid it much mind until now. A gruesome death, but it wasn't the worst thing to have happened in town. Still, things perked up around town. The young man did as well. He was interested, in a morbid sort of way. He wanted to know what had happened, how she'd died, and who had done it.
As the next couple of weeks passed, and three more young ladies went missing, then turned up dead in various places, his curiosity became an obsession. He felt that since he was smart, since he was good at finding things, he should be able to discover the killer. Make him pay for his murders. He was spending hours out scouring for clues, talking to people, learning anything he could about the killings. He got a lot of strange looks. He also bumped into another young woman who was doing the same. At first, it was just seeing each other in similar places, talking to the same people. As time passed, they began to work togther, pooling resources and knowledge.
The young lady, her name was Samantha, he remembers, was brilliant. She picked up on clues as quickly as he did. She was able to intuit the killers thoughts clearly when they looked at the places bodies had been found. They grew close over the next couple weeks, as they searched.
Finally, they narrowed down the possible murderers to a single home, located at the end of a narrow alley in the district. The young man wanted to get one of the local mercenary police groups, but Samantha spoke of how the killer was obviously weak, picking on smaller women, working in secret. He would be no match for the two of them, prepared and in good shape, armed with daggers. The fame and reward would be theirs to claim.
As they stepped into the house quietly, the young man leading, peering around the room, he felt seized by tension. Suddenly pain spears through his right side, cold steel driving itself between ribs. Gasping in shock and agony, he twists around to see the girl, malicious smile on her lips, holding her dagger in hand. "You found me," she said, raising the blade and watching the blood drop from it. She kicked his knee, knocking him down, and then kicked the knife from his hand.
Gasping, he struggled to push himself up, but she simply slashed a leg, grabbed him by his right arm, and dragged him into the basement. Skin covered the walls, blood caked the floor, pooling in half-dried, rotting pools. Bones and dried-out organs were scattered around the floor and on tables. She cut across his forehead, blood blinding him before she struck him violently in the temple, knocking him out.
He came to later, roughly tied to a table. The girl was clad in a bloodstained loincloth and torn shirt. The torture began then, skin peeled away, fingers and toes severed. She would leave him, bleeding, for hours, and return. After two days, she finally tired of toying with him. She stabbed him again in the same place she had started, wrenching the blade around, cutting lung and blood vessels. Then she cut the ropes binding him, and left the room.
Tumbling from the table, unable to even scream from the pain at this point, the young man lay on the floor in agony. He tried to drag himself towards the stairs, but was hardly able to breath through the blood in his chest, muscles too severed to work any longer. He simply lay, dying, until a dark voice spoke to him. It wasn't something you heard, or even felt. It simply was, and you understood that it was dark, powerful, and alien. It told him that he would live anew. He would have power, real power; revenge; a purpose. A dark purpose.
He accepted. As he did, the dark powers erupted into him, just as the sun set on Nexus. This final death and corruption pushed the basement torture room into becoming a shadowlands. The newfound Abyssal gathered his strength and smashed through the door upstairs, prepared to kill the woman, only to find himself in a strange land. His journey to the Walker's domain began even as thoughts of vengeance cooled in his blood, becoming a part of it as much as his soul.
Young man, about 20, living in Nexus in the Nighthammer district. A killer had recently started kidnapping people off the streets, mostly younger women. They would turn up dead, flayed and missing various parts, several days later. The local watch, after several weeks, had nothing to go on. The abyssal-to-be starts looking for the person responsible. In his searching, he begins stumbling across a young woman who is also digging for clues. Cue a week or two of searching, cooperation, and so forth that leads them to the killers' small home.
As they step inside, prepared to kill whomever they find, the young man is stabbed in the side. Turning, he sees the girl he had been working with, who he had been falling for, knife in hand. She kicks him in the knee, knocking him down, and kicks away his sword before he can act. Dragging him downstairs, into a meager basement-turned-torture room, she turns him into her first male victim. Tortured, skin torn away, she leaves him bleeding on a table. As his life ends, the Walker speaks to him, offering him revenge upon the murderess, revenge on her betrayal and her killings, and shows that he was foolish to ever believe in something as weak and manipulable as love.
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