In massive, spiraling tower that was Citadel Raithmoore, there were hidden, many secrets. These secrets were revered things to some dark scholars, who forever attempted to gain access to Raithmoore?s vast reserves of knowledge.
Amidst these secrets and test chambers, these experiments, was a chamber. A black door wrought of stone and iron, inscribed with various runes of power, all designed to seal whatever was in that chamber, in.
Inside that dark chamber, was a pentacle of immense power, also designed for the purpose of sealing something within its invisible bounds. In the middle of that magic circle, stood a corpse clad in what were once fine and rich robes, with a long since tarnished crown atop his head, and a weathered and rotted old wooden staff in his hand.
The corpse at first glance, seemed to be a dead thing, old and emaciated, rotting away with the passage of time. Yet, there was a faint crimson light within the depths of its hollowed out eye sockets, and something crackled in the air near it, a power that few had managed to obtain.
The corpse was none other than King Alintor Eulephyretes III of Altimair, a once proud and noble kingdom, which had fallen under the control of the evil lich, and through that, Raithmoore himself.
Amidst these secrets and test chambers, these experiments, was a chamber. A black door wrought of stone and iron, inscribed with various runes of power, all designed to seal whatever was in that chamber, in.
Inside that dark chamber, was a pentacle of immense power, also designed for the purpose of sealing something within its invisible bounds. In the middle of that magic circle, stood a corpse clad in what were once fine and rich robes, with a long since tarnished crown atop his head, and a weathered and rotted old wooden staff in his hand.
The corpse at first glance, seemed to be a dead thing, old and emaciated, rotting away with the passage of time. Yet, there was a faint crimson light within the depths of its hollowed out eye sockets, and something crackled in the air near it, a power that few had managed to obtain.
The corpse was none other than King Alintor Eulephyretes III of Altimair, a once proud and noble kingdom, which had fallen under the control of the evil lich, and through that, Raithmoore himself.