User:Ithrillion

Once in an alternate dimension there was an ancient army. An army that was build in a world, where Anarchists and dark gods ruled the lands and beneath. In that civilisation lived a man, a man named Ithrillion. He was close to the gods and a proud creator of the Black Legion. Since there were no good willed gods, people could do as they please and spread chaos and terror. The only communities that were able to survive were hordes of nomadic warriors, well developed empires and established armys. The Black Legion was a mix between an army and a horde. Made out of skilled warriors who were bound by axe and shield in a dimension called the Nether. Ithrillion's story began at the fall of a mighty empire known as Atlas. Many who thought to have finally found peace where plunged into an age of chaos again. Separated and scattered, people began to form new kingdom's of their own in hope they would one day restore order to the world. Ithrillion managed to recruit a few followers and they fled into the Nether. Due to all the small scale wars that were going on in the overworld the portal broke, and Ithrillion and his men were trapped inside. Years passed by slow, the men lost faith in their gods and their sanity itself. Ithrillion was forced to take action, and decided to make a pact with the dark god Myrr. Ithrillion vowed to the god that he would dedicate himself and his army to his rage. Myrr was a war god abandoned by all other gods, and only sought value in acts of Voilence and horror. He promised to re-open a portal to the overworld if his demands were met. Ithrillion had no other choice and accepted his pact by performing a blood ritual, thereby carving the rhunes of war into every mans chest and sealing the wounds with cursed lava. The pact was closed and the portal opened. The Black Legion had been summoned into the overworld, on the search for citys and kingdoms to destroy. It did not take long for the first kingdoms to fold and the fear of this army grew by the day. No one was safe and even the deepest underground bases were getting raided. Every village the army crossed, they forced men into their ranks. The influence of the Black Legion lasted for centuries, and never came near extinction. That was untill one day, the right hand of Ithrillion decided he would no longer obey. And created The White Legion, he gained many support from distant civilisations and became a beacon of hope, a vision of peace that became more of a reality as time passed by. One by one they managed to defeat divisions of The Black Legion, and a final showdown was not far off. In a desperate attempt, Ithrillion called upon the dark generals he had under his command and marched off to cut the snakes head off. What he did not know is that one of his generals was a mole, and Ithrillion was marching into a trap. When the battle arrived The Black Legion fought valliantly but did not manage to deliver the finishing blow. Now the roles turned and it was the Black Legion's head that was cut off. Ithrillion managed to escape by an inche of the axe and he fell back into his nether fortress. There he called upon the dark god Myrr and infuriated he banished Ithrillion into the abyss. Centuries passed, and one day a hole with bright light was shining through, was he given another chance? He stepped out of the hole, and fell for what felt like days. He landed on a snowy shore and build himself a boat. He set off into the unknown sea. Days passed by what turned into weeks, Ithrillion still found no signs of land and began to lose hope. In his mind he was thinking about the gods. And that his journey maybe was a lesson for all the evil he has brought. Was he losing his mind again? He promised he would do good and use his skills for the sole purpose of the gods. Suddenly he caught his glimpse of a beach, somewhere in the distance with trees that were touching the skye. He stumbled on the city of Kjoldverd of Eiendom, and he met a man named Bibbles. After talking for a while Ithrillion realised that he was in a completely different world, and that he might have been given a second chance. Bibbles offered him a place in his empire. Ithrillion sought to make the best of it, and starting proving his infinite loyalty by contructing buildings of great beauty and founded a town under the banner of Eiendom and got promoted to Mayor. He also learned of an ancient religion they worshipped resembling close to Ithrillion's native religion. He converted and build a great temple in the name of Nörtar. Ithrillion vowed to put everything he had into the development of Eiendom and in the aid of the Nörtar gods. {TO BE CONTINUED}