Shadow Lord Azreal
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Twas late in the eve in the large noble house of the Lu'Rael family. Twas a time of celebration in the large castle that ruled over the isle. Lord Lu'Raels son was soon to be wed. Alas this comforted the Duke much to know in his time of passing the family line would live on and the house would stay strong. All the finest houses of the realm came together from Lord British to even Lord Blackthorn himself. Twas the eve of Prince Azreal Lu'Raels wedding to Princess Alaria Sularis.
It was almost time for the service, Lord Lu'Rael finished up his conversation with his General, whom was also sworn as the high protector of Prince Azreal in time of conflict but more then that he was a close friend of the Prince.
The service was grand twas performed by the High Priest of Lord British himself. Lord Lu'Real held the hand of the queen his wife all the while proud of his son and thinking about the day he himself was married. A tear rolled down the dukes face....a tear of joy. "Dust thou take Alaria to be thy wedded wife to hold in sickness and health from rich unto poor till death do you part?" , Spoke the Priest. Azreal replies, "I do" all the while gazing into his loves deep blue eyes in the happiest moment of his mortal existence. The priest then asks the princess the same and she replies "I do". "By the power bestowed upon me I pronounce thee husband and wife....you may kiss the bride", Said the priest with a smile upon his face.
After the service was a grand ball. The Night was perfect the food was great the orchestra didn't miss a single note the perfection ran all the way down to light reflecting on the water to almost illuminate the castle in a pure glowing aura.
Tis now a full year later and the battle between the light and darkness begins. All the great houses formed up together to combat the evil that had begun to sweep across the lands including the house Lu'Rael.
"An army of the dead approaches from the south M'Lord your orders?", Announced the scout nearly out of breath. "Tell the General to round up the men and that today we fight for our homes perhaps even our very souls", Commanded Lord Lu'Rael. The armys amassed and soon marched out of the castle. In preparation the army began forming up and shortly thereafter began there march toward the undead horde that awaited them. Lord Azreal with his Military Advisors sat atop a hill to observe the battle. Normally his High Protector would be at his side but instead the Prince ordered him to stay with his love to watch over her while he was away.
The Battle began quickly the knights set there targets and charged thrusting there swords into the undead. All was going well the knights were quickly dispatching the rather slow and clumsy zombies sent against them until another came. Behind the flanks of the undead a black vortex opened and a man in a black cloak stepped forth from the vortex. Quickly the man pulled back his hood to reveal his face. His eyes were as a flame....a black flame in his hands was seen no weapon or shield. The war advisors quickly began speaking about the man asking questions of one another trying to piece together what or whom he was or is. The knights began there approach on the man and then the nightmare began. With a single flick of the darkling wrist knights were torn apart while some even turned into daemons and began to slaughter the very knights they once stood with. Prince Azreal stood in disbelief as he saw the army torn apart by a single man and was even more disturbed at the creatures methods.
Prince Azreal began to make haste back to the castle to inform them of the defeat and to prepare an evacuation of the kingdom. Upon reaching the kingdom he began looking about and quickly spotted the corpse of one of the gate keepers. Prince Azreals mind instantly flashed to the thought of his family and wife. He quickly dismounted his stead and unsheathed his blade....a blade that had been past down generation after generation to protect the kingdom.....the blade of virtue. He quickly entered into battle with an undead knight. The bone knight was quickly dispatched with the blade and Azreal began dashing to the royal chambers all the while slashing through the undead and jumping over lifeless corpses he once called friends. The first one he was to see was his father slumped in a dark corner in the hall. Prince Azreal quickly came to his father and to his horror he found his father dead...... practically eaten alive. Trying to keep at bay his emotions he turned to continue down the hallway when his father raised from the hall floor and began to attack him. Prince Azreal now feeling things that could never be put into words having now to fight his undead father. With a quick swing of his blade father was at rest Prince Azreals mind now focused on his love and began to dash down the hall to there chambers in the tower. Upon arrival Prince Azreal spots the dark one within his personal chamber. Prince Azreal tries desperately to enter, but some strange dark force keeps him from entering. All he could do was watch as the man began to twist his long time friend and protector into an undead drone while also he was forced to watch his love against the inner chamber wall screaming for him to save her.
Azreals rage soon turned into an energy force deep within his body as his was be protector soon came upon him. Azreal looked into his eyes and thus thrust his hand forward releasing an energy pulse that quickly exploded the body of the daemon. All Azreal could do now was watch as his love was slowly torn apart by the dark one.
The dark one then looked upon him and began to smile. "Hmmm such strength in a mortal breather this was not meant as your home you will make a fine warrior for oblivion I shall take you to my home.....our home now son. With that a black vortex opened into oblivion and Azreal was transformed from the dead turned realms ashes into a shadow lord like his new father.
Together the dark father and his son let loose demons, turned the mortals to undead flesh and into bondage for oblivion. Having destroyed many realms they came upon another house in moonglow much like his former one and found a man possessing the same power as Azreal. Shadow Lord Azreal, having struck the man with a dark binding spell paralyzing him, came to him as his father did and spoke, "Dear child I feel your power I shall release you from the bondage of mortality my brother".
And thus another Shadow Lord was born together they served oblivion and entropy well and then they came to a realm called by oblivion and entropy as no more then Atlantic. Azreal, his father, and brother came to the lands and sewed the seeds of evil. During the black wave they turned many into daemons and undead. Many still roam the land to this day and then during one of the final battles they took the Father of the M'Real house and turned him and captured the family ankh of the M'Real house and then moved to defeat the avatar and declare another victory for the dark.
Azreal dressed in a black cloak and with the now twisted sword of virtue known as the sword of oblivion in hand. Azreal slew much of the mortal army of the virtues sent against him and his dark family and was alas met by M'Reals sons and the avatar. After a long battle Azreal, his brother, and father where bound by shackles created by the vary hand of virtue and where sent to the abyss by the M'Real house and the great avatar. After the long battle the Avatar disappeared from the lands. After spending countless millennia in the black abyss the shackles that held him started transferring the energy of the virtues upon him and turned Azreal into what he is today. Azreal watched as his father slowly lost his mind and was driven insane by the eternal darkness and silence of the abyss. His brother on the other hand...all he could hear was a cackle sound coming from him.
Several hundred years later some unknown force, perhaps sencing the now restored virtues in Azreal, cast the former prince of the Shadow Lords unto a beach simply known as griffin beach. It wasn't shortly after a Stormguard found him and brought him to the mighty citadel in the land known as Stormhaven to help him recover. Prince Azreal was now his own man. No longer linked with his father he could live a life again perhaps even find love again. But before all that Azreal made an oath a pact with himself to help all in need, to destroy all evil when found using the very gifts the evil gave him, with hopes that one day he will be able to atone for his actions as a shadow lord.
Azreal now a knight of the mighty stormguard army stands atop the very roof of the citadel gazing across the lands that he so long ago had once almost destroyed. "House Lu'Rael lives on father and so does my love for she will forever live within my heart", Azreal spoke. Alas it was time to deal with the pain of it all for the very first time. Azreal slowly walked into his chamber room to weep for his family, his protector, and his love.
Azreal , now having dealt with his pain for several weeks, begins to live his life once again in the service of StormHaven.
ShadowLord Azreal
Prince of House Lu'Rael
Knight Sergeant of the Stormguards