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On one silent night, in the middle of Bloatworm season, a dark figure of potent power approached the heavy doors of Rumusque Cathedral. Guardsmen of the Ecclesiarchy denied entrance to this vagabond of ill intentions, only to be met with agonizing pain as their skin crawled and swelled, puss oozing from their eyes as they gagged to death. Realizing that they are dealing with a trespasser of dark inclinations, the most distinguished and decorated members of the Order started chanting their protective prayers, animating full-plated armor with the will of Almighty to dispose of their foe.
Alas, just one touch of that pale, bony hand made the armored revenants succumb to rust, with the sounds of metal shards echoing through the vast halls of the Cathedral. Not even the most powerful wards, spells and decrees could stop the slow advance of this bringer of death and decay, leaving a trail of pestilence and bloated cadavers in his wake. Having made it to the Reliquary, he laid his hand to the great seal on the middle, granting himself passage into the most sacred and hallowed grounds under the Cathedral's dome. "You have something that belongs to me", the resonant voice escaped from the darkness of the hood, "The Unliving One commands you to surrender the Black Casket to his chosen one!"
The casket was guarded by the Cardinal and his entourage, armed to the teeth with blessed weaponry and cleansing spells inside the circle of blinding light. "Your blasphemous liege has no power in the house of the Almighty! Be gone with you, or face the wrath of Rumusque's finest!", the Cardinal spoke, his guard at the ready. Rotund'jere let out the loudest of laughs before making a circle-like motion with his index finger in the direction above their heads, summoning the maw of the Unliving Lord from which a swarm of bloatflies, bloatworms and rotten, animated corpses began to fall. The defenders of the Black Casket stood briefly under this onslaught, only to be resurrected as servants of the Dead God moments later.
It was then that the Plague Mage broke open the casket and adorned himself with the robes and weapon of untold power. "Let none speaketh of me as Heretic anymore, lest their corpses shall march in the glory of the Unliving Lord!", proclaimed Necrophos moments before the Cathedral was swallowed by pestilent ground...
To be the Chosen of the Dead God means to carry the burden of his power, so every strand of hair represents years of service as well as will to suffocate all life unto death through Rotund'jere's vile magic...
The mask under the hood is all that remains of the Turstarkuri Founder's visage. Crafted and imbued with horrors untold, it slept at the bottom of the Black Casket until Necrophos claimed it for himself.
This mantle once belonged to Sepulchrum the Gaunt, leader of the Attack on Turstarkuri Monastery and Herald of Putrescence. After he was slain by the last surviving Turstakuri, the mantle was taken back to the Blighthold where it was imbued with the souls...
Legends speak of a weapon that siphoned the souls of first commanders that led shambling armies of the Dead God, wielded by a sorcerer whose name was devoured by time. Having acquired this weapon from the Black Casket Necrophos can feel the sheer power of...