Where the forgotten sleep, where the honored ascend, where the corrupt linger, deep under the coven Bristle Crios, lay the catacombs.

An intricate tunnel system lay under the Bristle Crios coven grounds linking the houses. These passage ways are only to be used for emergencies, like escaping a raid on one of the houses. Vampire House members fearing the sun may also use these tunnels for safe passage to the other houses during the daylight hours.

Deep underground in the tunnels lay the Shade's catacombs. The hallways are lined with slumbering guards in rusted metal suits of armor, ready to awake if the coven grounds are attacked. A beautiful garden blooms underground, giving life to the wondrous bloodpetal, a plant whose leaves can be harvested for blood. An exquisite cathedral for the dead lay off limits, giving access only to the Shade.

Some mature themes including violence & gore.

The catacombs hold many secrets from its creator. Even the ones who lay above do not know what it possesses. The dead tell many secrets, whispering in every inch of the halls of old stone, dust-covered and cracked. Necrotic energy moving from side to side inside the seemingly endless halls. Tombs and coffins lay across the sides for the dead to lay, their trophies along their sides or within their cold eternal grasp. As you move through the halls, you can feel as if being watched. The central chamber holds the four obelisks of power. A path just to the north would lead you to a large abyss. Concealed within this abyss is a colossal platform. When all seven house keys where activated, this platform raises, allowing the inhabitants to descend to the last escape tunnel. Down the long path, is the sight of honor guards still in their tombs. The runes of the forsaken across each of them, nearly two hundred line each side of the hall.

The Forsaken Hall inside these catacombs led to a church-like structure for warlocks and necromancers to learn more of their craft to become the best and strongest necromancer level, known as the lich. The first lich, known as Shade, sits degrading away as time lingers on and on. The withered dying vines hang across the pillars of each brand of magic, each hue accompanying the tendency of the magic's power, famine, pestilence, destruction, death, decay, rebirth. Benches surrounded the room resembling a simple church, the hymn of the dead, the forsaken poison to any ears who have not heard their call before.

((OOC Note: This building is forever locked unless Shade himself is within it. More is bound to be told when you explore these catacombs for yourself.))

The Beginning:

When death was first created, a single deity formed himself to refuse this as a option, he selected 5 children under his wing to bring forth the age of necros, their alias's only known as followed, Shade, Iceriat, Caustica, Borlas, and Nulis. these five entities each were given a specific artifact from necros himself, as well as the gift of being a child of pure negative energy. these five being ravages the world one bit at a time in the early ages of life. harvesting life as they saw fit, possessing items that were sacred to other gods and corrupting them in the name of necros, how ever....shade saw this minor....he stepped forth, straying far from the path necros intended. he killed one by one his brother, and two sisters, taking each of their powers, their gift, their souls into himself absorbing their entities to make him stronger. only one had managed to escape his wrath...Nulis. At this point , the deity necros ascended down to plead shade to release his comrades, and as his blood lust and hunger for power grew, he chained the deity in his own magic, slowly draining the deity to a mere mortal. five days have passed and five days head start for his brother to escape. After necros was turned mortal, he looked up to his child, shade, and asked...."Why have you done this to me my son....Why have you betrayed your family." And shade looked down upon him before speaking to his 'father'.

"I am only what you created....The end..." Those words he drained even necro's mortality. This renewed power granted him his ability to shed the mortal bonds shattering flesh and bone, being the perfect entity of negative energy. The creature continued his search for his brother and will continue searching for the missing link, and one day be consumed by shade. This gift, soon turned to a curse as the others essence began to fight shades, he used this temporary spike of power to create a rift and throw himself into a different realm. That realm being the foot hold of his new life...abandoning his quest for another eon....

When he took step in the foreign realm....he was corrupted to a point of insanity, though this world. He encountered something alien to his own world. The dryad, they sustained him in nature magic and gave him his sanity back as a act of mercy. Every moment he fought for control, gaining a decent immunity to the magic, when his sanity was brought back. He listened to their tale and learned about their magic, he returned the knowledge they gave him with his own knowledge of his world. The dryads listened and were touched by this information. He stayed with the dryad for several years, learning how they lived, peaceful and in harmony. This was very new to him, seeing only chaos and disorder in his own home.

He took a place there....defending them, they changed his ways.....serenity sliding into his mind...but always corrupting itself over and over....when the humans attacked the peaceful tribe, he was heart broken....taking up his artifacts of his fallen family and slaying each and every one of them. His blade cleaving through each one of them in rage, the tribe elder fatally injured in the attack, and not even their nature healing magics could help. Shade fell to his knees near the elder and took her hand, her words, always to burn into his mind.

"Do not......forget....us shade....for we will never.....forget you..." This brought tears to his eyes, but brought forth rage, hate for the living....he took a charm from the dryad, to ensure he would never forget....a cord of bones. (end of chapter, more in depth stories will follow.))

If one would approach closer inside the catacombs they would find five artifacts near the center, these artifacts seeming to resemble a specific deity or perhaps being of power within the world that shade and his family came from....a tablet rest in front of each explaining their own rules of the aspects...

Necros's Dogma: Look past life and death as if it was just a phase in the day, the twilight brings forth the new opportunity to shine forth the newest aspects of life...before Necros is the Shade of darkness as it to be feared till the end of time by all even that in which himself. Look in yourself and find the courage and hate to beg for another chance to prove yourself worthy, for it is the will of Necros you still exist in the loom of fate Weapon of choice: longsword Domain: Evil, Destruction, Death

Myra's (Breath) Dogma: (Spring) From the darkness always rises a single light, a single spark of light, no matter what happens look forth past the dark and search for the beacon of life, there is always a opportunity to shine and always a set time in the loom of fate that brings forth the chance for one to bring good in the world...hate and spite are not words of anger but words of love, to hate one you must also except them into your own fate, a enemy loved is a far easier foe then one you hate. Weapon of choice: Psionic abilities Domain: Water, Earth, plant, Knowledge

Tarkus (Reaper) Dogma: (Summer) War and honor death only by the blade to ascend to a stronger state of being to vanquish your foes is to eradicate the essence of life and consume that in which was living, strike fear into your enemy's for it is time of war and the slaughter, brute force is the mightiest of all. When in times of peace prepare for the war for the endless twilight will shatter the foes for all of eternity Weapon of choice: Scythe Domains: Destruction, War, Strength, Death.

Illucia's (Ascendant) Dogma: (winter) Insanity is key to enlightenment the aspects of sanity is thy enemy but only when you can see into the veil of twilight will you know the true reason of sanity, the sight of the twilight is graceful and beautiful and only that in which can truly be undeath always comes to the insane, blessed to the name of the eternal twilight the steps to the new comes from the path of decay and rot....seek out that in which is living and bring them to the grave to bring others a step closer to enlightenment. Weapon of choice: Necromatic wires Domains: Trickery, Death, Evil

Shade (Vengeance) Dogma: (fall) Justice and dedication, all deserve a chance for redemption, whether it be in one life or the next, a choice is a path of life and only when you make a choice can you truly dedicate yourself to a path. Follow your choices to the end, never regret the choices you make for it is unchangeable and forever will be the history you make, your legacy, always venture with your head held high and forever walk the path you choose for every action you make gives a thousand new possibilities. Weapon of choice: Soul weapons Domains: Knowledge, Magic, Protection, Strength

These statues where idols of power within the realm that once they called home each of them holding its own path, its own clan, its own cult which later became part of one order known as the cult of Necros. none of the cult remain alive to the knowledge of man itself but their deeds where strict to the ways their Deity taught them...

Warmth....The sun, To bask in the glory of the sun once again it is finally time for I, Tarkus, The carnage and wrath of the Necros to finally step forth, This throne is mine....The eternal hunger for blood, do you not feel it warriors" That calling to the battlefield" My calling....A shadow is only what it seems, that urge you feel after plunging your blade into your opponents heart, you feel that push....That burning thirst for carnage.

My sister's asleep, My brother back to his vengeful throne, To allow me to take my place inside the world of mortals once again to show the might of the Avatar of Carnage. Fear the wrath of Necros, and Feel the pain of my wake mortals.

Warriors heed my call, raise your arms to fight the endless war you are born for, Go forth and spill the blood of your enemy, to bring forth your valor to join your true ascension in the Twilight realm.

Now children of Carnage itself, Awaken and come forth to bring forth your master in the small soft pathetic world.

"Cower mortals before your impending death, This field is not a war zone...This is the field of CARNAGE!" - Tarkus before his endless slaughter commenced.

OOC facts: though Carnage was the oldest of the prime avatars, he was also the most ruthless, he cared nothing about sides, if one summoned him to the battle field, both sides were viewed as enemies in the eye of Tarkus, His rampage ended up leaving both sides decimated. A reminder that the forces of twilight are not to be trifled with.