The Rise of Melchirisa

Brendan Mason · Post by **Brendan Mason** » Thu Apr 29, 2004 5:45 pm

The tomb of Melchirisa. Lost to men since time immemorial. The resting place of the Demon Lord of the same name. Melchirisa, King of a sovereigned demon realm long forgotten. Melchirisa, he who birthed an army of unimaginable warriors, devoid of soul, devoid of love. He had the intent of razing the world to ashes.

Demons plan. The Gods laugh.

He was trapped in a stone tomb beneath a mountain by the first humans, whose sheer will and love were enough to defeat the horrific beast. Millenia passed, and the world changed. The continents drifted and the mountain sunk beneath the ground, beneath a small island, known as Troll's Bane.

The island has recently undergone changes...leading to a small cave becoming exposed. A small cave, with a seemingly innocent tomb within.

The tomb of Melchirisa. Lost to men since time immemorial.
Men may be unable to find it, but halflings have an unusual knack for such things.... (Closed RP)

Brendan Mason · Post by **Brendan Mason** » Thu Apr 29, 2004 8:56 pm

Viola was dead. This was an incontrevertible fact. Yet, Brendan was unable to deal with it. He had taken to wandering at night, taken to exploring the plethora of new nooks and crannies all over the island.

He had recently found a new cave, a cave deep and full of odd trinkets. Charms and curses, for all he knew. Spells to protect the cave from intruders...spells that are of course, long powerless.

The grief stricken halfling cried himself to an uneasy sleep in that place at nights. Far from the bustle of Greenbriar and Troll's Bane, far from the strife of the entire island. He slept always on the tomb, not caring for what was in it, just using it as a bed.

This night, however he was uneasy in the cave. It felt overly warm and above all things he could hear voices. The voices rose and fell all repeating the same words:

"Pleeease, releeease me."

The pleading grew unbearable and above all sickening. The lid was barely placed on the tomb, and even a halfling of his stature could shove it off with some strength. He pushed with all of his might, until it slammed with force to the ground.

Nothing.

The night air was still and the stagnant smell in the cave played games with his nostrils. Mustering a little courage, he peered over the side of the tomb and looked straight into it.

Nothing.

The tomb was empty, emptier than an orc's head, thought Brendan with a chuckle. It was odd, while there was nothing there, it felt as if there was something, beyond the realm of mortal sight. He inhaled the air from the box deeply, and shrugged. It was warm and smelled like blood and it travelled into Brendan's body.

At that very moment, he began to burn inside, as if his stomach would jump from his mouth. He began to spew forth his breakfast and the breakfast from three weeks ago. He eventually reached his bed in Greenbriar, where he stayed, unseen by the town of Troll's Bane for days, perhaps venturing out for food or water. After three days, he awoke in his bed, not quite Brendan. His heart beat no longer. His brain buzzed with electricity no more. His lungs didn't inhale. For all intents and purposes, he appeared dead.

Appearances can be deceiving. The body rose from the bed, Melchirisa inhabiting the shell. The beast, had an army to find and world to reclaim.

Brendan Mason · Post by **Brendan Mason** » Thu Apr 29, 2004 10:26 pm

Brendan's appearance had changed. Melchirisa's presence had altered him so that his face has a blue tint, his hair was a crystaline blue, as are his eyes.

The Vessel was small and pathetic. Yet he knew he could shape it to his liking. The halfling was in Greenbriar, at least that is what Melchirisa had surmised from the final thoughts in Brendan's head.

Greenbriar, the home of the Halflings, a race he had particularily despised during his existence. A race, he felt was approaching the small village quickly...along with the presence of another, something like an elf, but primitive.

The first to reach him, was the elf...the one known as Rynt. Melchirisa questioned him, asking why he existed, whe he was a half breed. The halfling soon arrived. The Beast's eyes locked to those of the Halfling. A throttling was good enough for him. And so he did so, removing his heart to finish the deed. Brendan's hands were dirty with blood and he soon finished the elf in a similar fashion.

Tharl and Rynt...two beings who would pave the way to the summoning of Melchirisa's unholy army.

ezo · Post by **ezo** » Thu Apr 29, 2004 10:33 pm

Ezorock after just spending a short time buying some goods in Trollsbane returns home to Greenbriar to a scene so gory he felt physically sick, a halfling lay slumped against the wall with his chest ripped open a look of horror on his face. The halflings heart a few feet away next to an elf, the back of his head had been repeatedly pummled with blood running across the cobble stone path. Ezorock let out a gasp and ran as fast as he could towards Trollsbane and to alert the town guard

Brendan Mason · Post by **Brendan Mason** » Thu Apr 29, 2004 10:35 pm

The creature in this weak body, felt tired. Aware that the guards would want it's head, it made it's way to a cave and plan the return of it's army...

Brendan Mason · Post by **Brendan Mason** » Fri Apr 30, 2004 5:33 pm

The morning. His human body slept, while his demonic mind turned and mulled the day's events over. He knew he could find his army, he knew they were somewhere near here. If the mountain under which he had been buried had moved to Troll's Bane, then so too must his army have moved.

He would find them and he would ascend to power once again. Resolute not to be found, unless he wanted to, he spent most of his time alone in the cave, venturing out for food, or to watch these strange mortals that had since reclaimed the lands.

Brendan Mason · Post by **Brendan Mason** » Sat May 01, 2004 2:48 pm

In the millenia when he was powerful and respected, Melchirisa had a special servant, a mortal whom he had gifted the right to be called his servant.

This being was known as the Qua h'a zhon. In the past ages, his Qua h'a zhon, was a mortal man, cunning, wise and powerful.

However, on Troll's Bane all of the brave would turn their backs on him.
Asleep in his cave, he felt the arrival of something...someone important to the Shell. He felt the arrival of Brendan's brother, Donal. Crawling from his cave, he searched everywhere for the halfling's sibling.

Found, eventually found, he assumed a friendlier facade, to lure Donal to his hiding place. There, he promised that Brendan would be returned safely to Donal, in time, but for one condition....

Never, did Melchirisa think that a Halfling would be his Qua h'a zhon.

Hagen von Rabenfeld · Post by **Hagen von Rabenfeld** » Sat May 01, 2004 3:34 pm

In the past days, the guardsmen often roamed the wilds on patrol. Too many outlaws were hiding in the woods near the gates and had to be lectured, not to bother the farmers and woodsmen. The patrol today lead them far away to the east, as they heard voices coming of a nearby cave. As the investigated further, they came upon Brendan and his brother.

They had a short conversation and the halfling´s answers made the guardsmen quite suspicious. They seemed nervous and clearly wanted the guardsmen to leave. After some not too subtle questions, John and Hagen left, talking to each other about their suspicion, that Brendan was waiting for a Northerot ambassador or even the halfling Donal being a northerot agent. This did not come as a surprise to them, but they turned their minds to other problems.

Some hours later, as they entered the town again, Ezorock approached them, obviously agitated. With horror in his eyes he told them about the murders in Greensbrier and swiftly the armoured men followed him. As they arrived in the green island, known as Greensbrier, they met a crowd of halflings, their features showing their shock. They were a peaceful people and the discovery of such a cruel crime let some of them cry, others only stared into nothingness. With grim faces the guardsmen witnessed, what was left of the victims. They inspected the corpses closely, then they turned to the residents of Greensbrier. Some had to have seen or heard something.

Brendan Mason · Post by **Brendan Mason** » Sat May 01, 2004 11:56 pm

Melchirisa exchanged pleasantries with the guards, making sure not to arouse further suspicion. He had decided to rest in his hiding place, until he had gathered enough strength to raise his army from their sleeping place, a place he had yet to discover.

Night after night, he sent his Qua h'a zhon out to search and find others who would be worthy to serve him...

Brendan Mason · Post by **Brendan Mason** » Tue May 04, 2004 1:43 am

Resting. Gathering power, and hope. Each day Melchirisa found that none bothered him, he would soon have enough strength to find his army and raise them, even in such a weak shell.

Time and again he ventured to town under the guidance of his Qua h'a zhon and his newly found, Qua h'a zur, or protector-Lenti.
He had found that the elf had a fickle soul and would do anything for some semblance of power.

People had begun to suspect something was amiss with Brendan. However, by end of week, none of that would matter.

Brendan Mason · Post by **Brendan Mason** » Tue May 04, 2004 11:37 pm

No, it was unimaginable. Melchirisa was in a rage. He knew that this was a distinct possibility. He had found where his army was put to rest. He had found them, indeed. They were ashes. His entire empire, dust...dust as he should be...dust as he now wanted to be. Purposeless.

More than purposeless. Trapped in the body of a Halfling, with no conceivable hope of ever being removed from it. The people and their emotions...their joy and grief, were like offal in his mouth, sickening to behold.

He had no other choice, but to live out the rest of his days in this pathetic form...

Melchirisa rose and decided to behold his new peers in the small island town...his new home...

Brendan Mason · Post by **Brendan Mason** » Mon May 17, 2004 11:10 am

At rest beneath the ground, Melchirisa decided to wait. To wait and see if the town would accept.

He nodded off...for months.