Hail my men or mere visitors to this dark realm in which i call my home *grins*. Allow me to introduce myself ... I am hellspawn ... A general of the Dark Soul Knights of Fellucia. Allow me to reveal my past so you may better understand what we the guild of R!P are all about......

I was born the son of the Devil, my home before i found my tower in the confines of serpent valley was in the pits of hell. Many decades past as i watched the work of my father.. the agonizing pain he caused upon villians who have done a hideous wrong to there people.. the excruciating suffering he called upon for those who damned the balance of nature. As time passed my sympathy for these souls seemed to grow. Something my father had never felt ......*fades into a daze*

"Stop the torment and despair?" his forked toungue spit... "Do you know these souls sins, or lack of respect for the balance". *hellspawn shudders with the high pitch scream of his voice* "Aye i do my Lord but should that damn them to eternal suffering with no signs of repent" hellspawn shot back, bemused at his quick thinking in the stare of the ultimate evil. Satan sat in his great throne looking deeply in the fire that burned in hellspawns eyes. "They have had a chance to repent and rejected, thus they must learn and be shown as symbols of their choice" Satan retorted as a sound of pure pain sounded through the hallways and a dark figure emerged. "My Lord the experiment is done, the subject has been transformed and will be ready for your approval by this eve" a bald demon resembling a human hissed.. Satan glancing at his son then back at the bald demon ..... "Seems we have a new test subject Hellstorm" Satan replied as he glanced at his son. "You have forsaken me my child and as for that you shall be sent to the world of disgust and anguish" Satan growled out. *hellspawn falls back from the power of his voice*.... "But why my Lord" hellspawn groveled.... "Do not lie to the tormenter of souls, your eyes tell me much and you shall be no son of mine"Satan yelled throughout the halls of hell so every soul even in torment would stop and listen "You shall live with those who you so much protect and feel the pain and sorrow as they feel it...." as Satan stood and walked away from hellspawn he glanced at Hellstorm and motioned him to take hellspawn away....................................

*fades to present day*

Well The past has been many years from them and i have worked my way up on this plain of existence. With the help of the people who you shall deem as "Colonels" in this world and in the militiristic town we will take over... I have aquired a tower and a great deal of servants and partners to help administer this valley of lost souls i call home........ The rest shall remain a mystery until the time comes...... May you join us or perish with the rest....... May Your Soul Rest In Peace at the final awakening.........

General hellspawn

Sublime

Rank- Colonel

Race - ???

Gender - Male

Sublime...... can you solve the mystery?

Ahhhh..... The great Sublime ... a true spirit at times.... a true demon at others...... *sighs* reminds me much of my home and what i face as of now. I met him while on a walk of this new land i proclaimed mine. He was a lost soul to say the least... he was killing birds while healing them all in the same breath. A most intriguing creature... one moment you could swear that he is the paladin of all that is good next minute your wondering why you have been killed by this same being....... only for him to come back a moment later to rez and ask what has happened........

Truly there is more to this

then meets the eye .......

I present you the immortal being......... Odin....... When i first heard of a him I was too awed by his skill....... No being weilded a axe with more balance and knowledge then him.. I had heard about this being from one of my servants Bloodthirst. "A man is taking a challenge to chop down a yew tree in one swing" Bloodthirst said with haste... as I sat there and wondered a mere mortal chopping down a yew tree especially in one blow is not possiable..... "Grab your gear Bloodthirst we are going to see this heroic feat" i said knowing full well this being is not mortal but would be a great asset to my team ..... WE arrived and sure enough a yew tree as big as 8 feet in diameter is sitting before us, a tree that looked to be older then time itself. As Bloodthirst gazed at me i waved him off, he is always one for wanting to see the sites since he is rarely allowed out..... *music plays as a man of moderate build roams out of the crowd with a axe that looks to be built by the gods themselves* I gaze upon this being looking for the color of his soul but am staggered to only find a auro of pure white.... A DEMI GOD?........ *The crowd grows silent* As Odin gazes at the sky a single light forms around him and his axe and in one burst a technique i have never seen comes from him..... as binding light fills the area, a sound of a blade cutting the very fabric of reality is heard....... as i regained my sight after the brightness i see a yew tree in front of my feet laying on its side ...still smoking ... as if struck by lighting by a thousand gods...

Onyx.......Watch out heres trouble..

*CRASH*...... *Sizzle*........ *KABOOM*..........

That is the typical noises you will here when visiting the R!P Tower... no it isn't a great pvp tournament between the military..... just Onyx working on his alchemy experiments .... Something they perform benificial outcomes but only by a chance of luck... He means well but he has a uncanny ability of everything going wrong...

Where he comes from i cannot even tell you... he appeared about the same time i emerged from the crypts of Moonglow cemetary. I had just risen from the dirt when a portal opens and this bald man looking as if he was in some sort of explosion stumbled through. He seemed to know alot about this world and some things not of this world. He taught me much of the world, the evil and the good side, and always managed to throw in a few good laughs.

I keep him around as a advisor and as entertainment ... never know what he will think of next or when his bad luck will hit with great precision in times when you think nothing can go wrong.....

But he holds alot of knowledge.... Maybe one day he will find out what he is seeking in his labortory and Bloodthirst can finally sleep at night without hearing crashes and bangs.

This story is brought to you by Roanna

Twas many seasons ago that i first dreamt of adventure. I was always a shy and timid person. "An odd creature" my mother used to say. I always felt sympathy for anyone or thing that was injured. My father used to say I "cared too much" and my caring would someday be my own undoing.

So i started hanging around the town of Moonglow in Fellucia region. "Twas there i encountered hellspawn (before he was a general) and Onyx, back when he was master of the Mystical Arts. it was they who befriended me and helped me learn that i can be more then what i was already. Along with there friends, we had many adventures. I still have a long way to go before i am completely free of my self imposed-prison of caring to much, but with the help of my friends, the walls of my prisonare starting to crunble away

As i wandered around Pax lair i came upon the great fighting pits, after hearing much about the local combatants and the determination they show in there skill I decided to sit for a while incognito and look for any new talent for our guild.

It is here where i saw the half elf standing on the wall for quite some time while the other combatants fought, his soul was very dim in sprectral of light... I knew he was in a troubled state... a perfect candidate i thought to myself..... But the son of the devil cannot merely let every lost soul into his legion of minions..... Could he fight was the question.........

As the last fight ended with a warrior dead grabbing his own throat and a mage collecting his thought with the smoke of a energy bolt still smoking from his hands I approached Draius and provoked the fight between the two men..... The sun had just set and the torches had just been lit.... The smell of death hung in the air as smoking corpses still strewn the field when the two men took there stances....... A glimpse of Draius's face showed he was in a state of calmness and not the fear i would expect from one who looked so young...

A great barrage of spelsl lit up the night as the mage began casting all sorts of wicked spells as Draius sat and waiting for the brunt of them to hit.... With the power of ten storms a sea of magic enguled him and a mage stands exhausted.... The smoke finally clears and thinking draius is dead i see a faint figue drawing a bow within the smoke....... A single arrow came flying towards the mages heart with a sound as if cutting the very fabrics of reality itself... it sears through the mages body and into the hard stone wall of the ancient pax fighting pit.. The mage looked at his chest with horror as there was no blood but a tiny gold peice sized hole.... a look of despair had come over the mages face as he slumped on top of all the other combatants he had killed.....

He passed the test.........................

This story is brought to you by Draven of his past

Draven was born in the shadow lords base like any other shadow lord is. Draven showed exceptional talent as a warrior in his early years. In a feirce battle, a mage casted a certain spell on him, and he now has human flesh and a man's body ( and what a body!! ) at the age of 24 Draven stumbled into paxlair, and 4 months into there, Draven reached the age of 25. Has met many friends, and is in love with a beautiful woman. He is now in the guild R!P where he serves his lord and master hellspawn. He now wishes he had the life he once had in paxlair...now as his depression rolls on, he turns more and more into his former Shadow Lord self.