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[Darrien Church]

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Sitting down for the first time in months to write, Darrien Church in a more “presentable” form is once again inspired:

Oh Darrien! How I had forgotten my face! How I had forgotten my lips, such power in my words to spout poison and honey at a whim. My eyes! My green piercing ,haunting and enchanting eyes, how I had forgotten their beauty. My mind, my wonderful and genius mind! Free of the prison that my act of treason led it to, my penance complete I am reborn. Perfection is a complicated business…yes indeed how hard I’ve worked. My skin my skin my glorious skin! Pale as the snow upon the mountains of Caina, as flawless as the greatest of diamonds! And my voice, how did we miss thee? The infernal screeching of my skull once again tuned into the harmony that has brought the greatest mortals to their knees!


Yes, crafted by the Order this device suites me well, this metallic armor piece permits me to return to a more perfected form needing only take on the visage of the dead when needed. And oh how beautiful it is! As requested the jet black metal has worked into it the gilded thorn vine pattern, after all we must look presentable. This device, this relic is from what I have come to understand similar to what the Shadowform Emperor they call Alarin had used. This item, this relic has become a part of me, an extension of myself. I shall call this device “The vines of Deception”. So perfect am I now, who can stand against me? I the Lord of Corruption within the order an entire horde of underlings at my beck and call…

Oh, I have slept so long so dead have I been but now Sosaria is my garden and I the Black Rose stand poised to take it. Eternal life in my death, I will endure with my perfect visage forever. Wars will be waged because of my words, kings and queens shall fall because of my appearance and souls will perish because of my power. I am the Lord of Deception, The Herald of Stygia and the Master of Corruption, the Dark Prince my name and my doings will live beyond all life, they will endure beyond Lord Admoreth and The Order itself. My name will endure in the minds of all who are and are yet to be, they will hate me, love me, scorn me and worship me. My vines, my thorny vines slither and seep into their very hearts. Eons to come the Order will sing my praises, my perfection, cruelty, hatred, malice, intellect and power will never be forgotten. The inhabitants of the cities will whisper of me for eternity and the good and the evil, the Order and those of justice will erect great statues in my honor. They will one day say that I gave birth to the Second age of Stygia