Ċī Dū Þamġ Ṡāan Nōrēodīþ Kraūl. He Who Death Has Awaited For.
Ċī Dū Þamġ Ṡāan Nōrēodīþ Kraūl. He Who Death Has Awaited For.
For over hundreds of Eons, everything was in the balance, two opposing forces kept nature in check, one the Goddess of Life and the other the God of Death, the Ancient Ones and their vast empire guards the abode of these two, a pair of immaculate crystals said to store these two deities, the brilliant white crystal of white, Kẏrēnāet, and the blood crystal of red, Dōnnēa. If any of these two are to be broken, an imbalance will be caused, the only way to stop being to break the other, only one tool is known to be able to break these crystals, a rod of an imbued unknown metal, this object is named Āanṣīroētanġmā, the Staff of Balance. But for years it has been lost along with the crystal Dōnnēa, and any who may find it could bring dimensional chaos. On the planet of Canþāgonġēð lived a man of unknown name, for most of his life he was a simple nomad, he soon settled down though and started to be well liked which angered some, soon he was betrayed and butchered by his rivals, left to die a slow and agonizing death, till he heard a dark voice, offering him untold power and life, with no other choice he accepted, he managed to live and throughout months of work he slowly repaired himself with mechanical parts, soon he could function again, but a deep rage befell upon his heart, but to gain the power he must search for it as the voice commanded, he searched far and wide until he stumbled upon it on the steeps of Mount Īnġẏyr, it was an immaculate Blood Red Crystal with a black vortex in its center, little he had known he had found the Dōnnēa Crystal, the one holding the God of Death. He soon absorbed its power and gained enough power to rival a minor deity, at the cost of some of his sanity, soon, throughout 200 years or so he refined his abilities and amassed an army through either kidnapped children or wandering vagrants and criminals, they called themselves the Iron Order.
Soon they began Marching upon the world with their mechanized army, their brutality was to be feared and many fled, until they had reached the capital. They played siege upon it for weeks on end, slowly starving out the defenders, till, under the guidance of a legendary warrior the Iron Order was beat back an brutalized, they retreated back to their unknown lair, beaten and battered, but one didn't stand the humiliating defeat, the Warlord Himself who started to take on the moniker of Ċī Dū Þamġ Ṡā Nō Kra, his already enraged mind finally broke in rage, during this mental episode he slaughtered the rest of his men, and he soon gave himself to the crystal, which he had started to worship, he gave in to the crystals influence, and he lost the last bit of sanity he had left, empowered even more by the crystal, he accumulated the powers of a true God, he could do anything, and his rage was so immense it bent the light around him, and if you stared at him long enough, for a split second you wouldn't see him, you would see a pitch black silhouette of him, with his face being replaced by an unnerving, permanent grin rowed with sharp teeth, and two small, white eyes with no pupils. Soon, in his rage and insanity he made a new set of armor and limbs for himself, looking less like a suit of armor and more like a mechanical eldritch horror replicated with machinery. When he entered his suit, he was no longer human, his body, now contained, can be finally unveiled, his body was replaced with a pitch black void, his face now unknown, yet you wouldn't see that due to his armor covering the entirety of his body. Soon, he set the crystal inside his chest cavity so he can permanently siphon its power, with this new insanity and eternal rage he walked over his slaughtered minions and dawned upon them new life as thralls, he began doing this as well to all the dead he could find, and upon all of them he dawned upon them all a suit of armor similar to his.
Once again he marched out upon the world, wreaking a campaign of terror never seen before, this time replenishing his ranks with the dead, soon he reached the capital again and once more besieged it, the legendary warrior came out to face him, but to every ones horror, in a speed so fast that not even the gods could comprehend, the legendary warrior was mutilated, and after that the Iron Order, now renamed to the Eternal Iron Order, breached the walls and marched their vengeance across the capital, taking it and the rest of the world. The Mad Deity that was once human now sits upon a dark throne surrounded by deep pools of blood, the large room decorated with heads on pikes and the various body parts of those who dare to oppose him. Soon he sets upon a new quest, to search the multiverse to find the staff, so that he may merge with the god he worships, so as to enact its bidding for the total slaughter of all life across eternity...