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Kalum Lesta
Status
Class:
Slayer of Fate [Epic] [Anomalous]
Level:
77
Race:
Human?
Health:
21/5850
Stamina:
93/8630
Wrath:
0
Attributes
Strength:
695[-285]=>638[-285]
Agility:
349[-277]=>182[-277]
Endurance:
608[-255]=>489[-255]
Vitality:
292[-292]=>194[-292]
Intellect:
242[-400]=>242[-400]
Perception:
212[-380]=>127[-380]
Will:
955[-410]=>955[-410]
Wisdom:
243[-390]=>224[-390]
Available:
0
Titles
Ascendant, Core Bane, Core Smith, Divine Deviant, Planeswalker, Planar Appetite, Slayer of the Strong, Endurance Elite, Strength Elite, Will Paragon, Demon Slayer, Paragon of Man, Planar Binding I, Soul Seer, True Slayer of Demonkind, Thief of Ages, Fate Diviner, Exemplar of Defiance, Disciple of Destruction, Resonance of Wrath, Resonance of Freedom, Slaughter of Kin
Skills
Soul Forge [Rare], Wrathful Regeneration [Uncommon], Wrath Incarnate [Epic] [Wrath Forged], Abyssal Consumption [Rare], Flames of Wrath[Uncommon] [Soul Forged], Slayer’s Intent [Rare] [Soul Forged], Slayer’s Apathy [Rare] [Soul Forged], Edge of Malice [Common] [Soul Forged], Flesh of Iron [Rare], Eyes of the Slayer [Mythic] [Spiritbound], Planar Linguist [Rare] [Soul Forged] [Partial Integration], Cloak of the Wrathful Spectre [Rare] [Soul Forged]
Race
Soul: Partial Breach
Warning: An entity has attempted to remove To Spit in God’s Eyes [Divine].
Warning: An entity has attempted to remove To Spit in God’s Eyes [Divine].
Warning: An entity has attempted to remove To Spit in God’s Eyes [Divine].
Kal gasped, body burned with its array of terrible wounds as his legs scraped across rough stone. His arms were bound tightly behind his back and something dark was strapped across his eyes completely blocking his vision.
But despite the pain and the lack of vision Kal’s mind was focused elsewhere. His soul burned with the need to keep, and his body twitched against the arms and bonds restraining him. His blind eyes darted, taking in corpses unseen but nevertheless known to him. Kal could feel them. He could feel their pathetic presence all around him.
“No stop! That isn’t me! Oh gods! What did I do!?” Kal tried to say but damaged chest barely let him breath let alone speak. Images of the moments after activating Slayer’s Apathy burned through his mind’s eye and he shook as foreign emotions clashed.
Hundreds laid prostrate in long lines against the walls of the passage and shaking in terror, their wails echoing through the hall.
“Pathetic…”
“Blood… So much blood. Gods their regular people there. How many did I kill? Not enough…” Kal had killed before, and he had no qualms killing Dhinir followers now but the others. The common and lower classes, the unascended…
Kal gagged but at the same time he felt himself grin, “Better dead than broken…”
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“Gods. What did I do?” Kal said, this time managing a croak through his torn throat.
“Quiet, Freak! You fate will come soon enough!” A deep voice said from his left before twisting his broken arm painfully, throwing him forward. Kal’s soul raged, urging him to lash out at his captors. It took all of Kal’s concentration not to scream in anger and rage but the combination of his wounds and bindings prevented him from even trying to attack.
He tumbled forward and abruptly Kal felt the temperature and humidity suddenly increase, like he had just walked into a refinery if not quite so extreme. He growled and tried to get to his feet, but his body wouldn’t cooperate. Kal felt a moment of hesitation from the two men about to grab hold of him as his face twisted into a snarl against his will.
The fear around him was palpable. His sense of how many people where in his fear aura was never very precise but he could easily tell that there were more within it now than there had ever been before, “How do I break free and make use of it?”
More images of dead and dying people flooded his mind and he shook once more. His body and mind convulsing as one while the two men and more around him flinched away from. As Kal’s mind calmed, he heard something moving toward him, fast and reflex alone saved him from what he suspected was a mace to the back of the skull as shards of stone peppered his face and neck, originating from a space just beside his head.
“Stop, you fool. Lord Dhinir and Uton require this freak alive!” Said a new voice Kal didn’t recognize. It didn’t sound like the usual Dhinir soldier.
“But Sir! He tried to use his fear skill on us again-” The meat thud of fist meeting face cut the man’s argument off.
“Enough, Squire. Report to the barracks now!” The new voice roared followed by a quick retreat from the other man.
Kal didn’t resist as the men dragged him to his feet again and tried to simply take everything in, though his turbulent emotions and thoughts made it difficult. Kal couldn’t help but think of Dalen’s still form just feet away from the tear he had returned through. The broken form of Ander against the wall. Melisia, lying still in a pool of her own blood.
But it wasn’t only that. He started giggling as his captors dragged toward his unknown destination. The utter darkness given to him by whatever was strapped to his head began writhe. Crimson growths and pale sinew rippled over his vision. Hands reached across an interminable distance to caress his mind.
How long had he been imprisoned by Dhinir? How long had he been forced to watch? Bile rose up in his throat, but another laugh dispelled the sense of revulsion. His soul flared and once more his emotions were drowned out by a need to kill. Kal lashed out against his bonds, not really knowing what he was doing but the sound of breaking bone and the screams of some pathetic corpse brought a sneer to his face before he fell to the ground.
Kal tried to rise again with another urging of his soul but once again his body failed to follow his commands.
Health:
21/5850
Stamina:
0/8630
Wrath:
0
Kal’s head spun and several shouting voices reached his ears if not his mind before he was dragged back to his feet by another set of arms. The rest of the journey went by like a feverish dream, Kal’s mind jumping through visions of his past, and the things he had done. Kal’s mind only truly caught up when he was stunned by nearly blinding blue light as a thick black bag was pulled from his head.
His eyes and body adjusted faster than his mind did, and he felt them dart around the room taking every detail.
“Five corpses, chains, three arrays, mana exclusion zone, anti-scry, weakening field, weapons need to be acquired…Kill them…”
Kal felt a sneer cross his face again against his will by the time his mind caught up with his body and he felt the bindings holding him off the ground. Ignoring the chains for a moment Kal focused on the five people in the room. They were spaced evenly in a semi-circle around the three array rings facing him. An older man with silver peppered blonde hair and hard blue eyes glared at him with a disgusted expression chiseled into his face.
[Kendrak Ivandark | Paladin of Dhinir 100 | Human]
“Freak. This will be your home until we are able to transport you to our great lord’s divine realm. You will not escape, you will not resist,” The paladin said with confidence.
Kal didn’t bother trying to speak, his body was simply too injured to even make the attempt worthwhile but, in an attempt to regain some wrath, he focused on the paladin and activated Slayer’s Intent. Kal expected to feel the flow of wrath build up in his chest but instead a savage pain wrenched through his heart.
Warning: Your mana has been sealed.
Warning: Foreign mana within your core space has been agitated by an external binding.
Health:
8/5850
Stamina:
0/8630
Wrath:
0
Kal groaned, his vision darkening as pain slowly faded. When his vision became clear again, he saw a smug smile flicker across the paladin's face, “You truly are demon. Why our lord does not simply allow us to purge you from our world I do not know.”
One of the other people in the room leaned in close to whisper something to the paladin and Kal’s perception just barely managed to pick it out, “Its condition is suboptimal for the experiments Lord Uton has requested of us. Shall we heal it?”
The paladin made no attempt to hide his words, “No. We will let it rot for now. Your experiments can wait. You can take your sample from the mess it left on its way here.”
The other man, a scrawny and sickly-looking human with no discernable hair on his face. His pale skin reminded Kal of the bones of the Shadow Lord and its knights, but the thin layer of skin just barely convinced him of otherwise.
[Hemdal Ireth | Sanguine Keeper 98 | Human]
Sanguine Keeper was new to Kal, but it immediately brought images of writhing gore to his mind, and he would have bent over in revulsion if it wasn’t for the chains holding him in place.
Hemdal didn’t seem impressed about the paladin’s orders but with a wave of his hand a trail of blood surged across the ground until it was about a foot away before leaping up to his outstretched hand, “Clean is better, but I will make do for now.”
Kal’s gaze didn’t seem to shake the people present here despite the overwhelming sensation of hundreds or maybe even thousands being within his fearful aura. If his Wrath Incarnate was still enhanced by the people outside hopefully, he could use it later.
After Hemdal was done Kal’s five captors turned and left the cell swinging a large door of silver and bronze metal closed, taking the last bit of remaining light with it.
Kal’s heart faltered slightly as a sense of dread fell over him at the idea of being held captive again but at least this time it was Dhinir himself. Again, images blurred through his mind and tears of confusion but also sickening joy fell down his bruised and burned cheeks. A mad man’s joy.
Hours passed while he hung from the cells roof not really taking in anything around him while his mind raced through the things he had seen, and the things he had done. Without a means to kill his mind fell into a repeating pattern of anguish and despair.
Months…
Years…
Decades…
“Gods… How long did I watch?” Kal groaned as more gruesome memories assaulted him.
Trillions cried in agony, their arms reaching toward him as their cries formed words that would never reach him. A crimson arm parted the sea of churning gore, its claw-like nails tearing at the space between them until it grazed his chest, “Ender… Do you see the task before you? Do you see your purpose?”
Kal felt his body pitch in insane demented laughter and a dark sensation emanating from the being of blood only made his cackles hard.
“Then it will continue…”
Centuries…
Kal awoke in his cell to the sound of his own wheezing laughter echoing off the stone and metal walls. He coughed out a mouthful of dark blood and it sizzled when it touched the ground, but he barely comprehended it as his mind fell once more into the throws of visions and memory.
Kal wasn’t sure how much time passed while he spasmed and shook and he didn’t really care. He just wanted it to be over. Blinding light flared into the room knocking Kal away from his thoughts as his gaze fell upon a small figure standing in the doorway.