What was given can always be taken back… it was the way of all things when taken for granted or abused by foolish and cowardly action; such as this was never a toleration of the cult known as Darkbane- though only those truly imbued with the blood could know this, that of the first and second generations who were given the blood of Pandora upon initiation as well as the scourge of the ‘Malum Singultus’ commonly known as the ‘Death Rattle’ a grueling procedure than involved the branding of both body and soul then running the gauntlet of the clan and partaking in the tests set out before the leaders of the cult- fight to the death with other recruiting members; it was simply live or die to prove your worth before the eyes of Pandora. The history is long and scandalous filled with loyalty, twists and betrayals… just like any other saga is has its triumphs and setbacks one thing that cannot be disputed is that the name still lives on this day.
Even as a child Satrina had an unnerving fetish for torture and blood. An insatiable madness that inspired her interest in the dark arts of thaumaturgy and genetic alterations; to alter the living & undead creatures into ghastly abominations using her potent abilities of magickal prowess and knowledge and use her ‘pets’ against the legions of her 'adopted' father and mother. She was a dangerous sorceress even then but she began to crave something more, a far darker purpose in her existence… destruction. Not just for her parents but also everything above, below and within. The complete obliteration of hell, void, earth and heaven… and it was this thirst which aided her in the means of breaking from the underworld and entering the world, known as Eden. (Yahoo 'Romance' aka Mance).
Even as a child Satrina had an unnerving fetish for torture and blood. An insatiable madness that inspired her interest in the dark arts of thaumaturgy and genetic alterations; to alter the living & undead creatures into ghastly abominations using her potent abilities of magickal prowess and knowledge and use her ‘pets’ against the legions of her 'adopted' father and mother. She was a dangerous sorceress even then but she began to crave something more, a far darker purpose in her existence… destruction. Not just for her parents but also everything above, below and within. The complete obliteration of hell, void, earth and heaven… and it was this thirst which aided her in the means of breaking from the underworld and entering the world, known as Eden. (Yahoo 'Romance' aka Mance).
It was then that Satrina aroused the attention of Adrin Eitan, who seemed to take a particular interest in the young sorceress|warrior along with the ‘Eternal Goddess’ because of her beauty and the Goddess sought to possess her. Pandora A Dark Goddess who ran a cult of death fanatics, murderers and rouges who had been exiled from other clans due to their ferocity and lust for blood. Earning her right to be inducted by gruelling initiations involving fighting other members to the death, no exceptions but for the souls of the weak and fallen. This involved beatings and task and after many tasks all to gain favor in the eyes of Pandora from slave to fame. Triumphing over all adversaries and gaining favour in the eyes of the Goddess having been seen as fit to become the possession of one of the male members now known as Atrox; an accolade for the winnings of his deeds and not her own merits of heart. At least this was the initial plan, but all plans are subject to failure, for as time passed Satrina now known as Atra’Lamia fought her way through the ranks, an ornament bethrothed to Spectre Darqphyre (the 2nd Darkbane Warlord after Atrox Cruestus)-- and treated as such at first but soon rising from the ashes as the Arch-Priestess of Darkbane and not long after that, 2nd in command below Pandora herself. Taking the reins of the cult, elevating the name of Darkbane to one that was feared throughout the mortal world known as Ayenee; a terrible and formidable force that carved infamy throughout the trembling lands.
Names arose from the piles of defiled corpses, amongst the most feared of all Pandora’s children, a wraith pulled from the darkness… a name soon known as Malice; the ravenous appetites of his obsidian maws never knew satisfaction, carving through life like a plague of Death itself. All forms of life to feed his gluttonous appetites not only for death but the entire essence of his victims bringing him from something spectral to a creature tangible to possess. For years they prospered, scourging the land and raping it of life and destroying any hope in the human race of survival. Atra’Lamia only a warrior sorceress with her chapter of iniquitous servants and conjured creatures became an even more formidable force. It was such a shame that even evil has its perils. A great unrest swept through the ranks, talk of dissension whispered amongst those loyal only to Atra’Lamia with plots of Pandora’s assassination- it had been here that their destiny was first fated to crumble, fail due to their own hands and indecisions of command and readiness to act on those commands sworn by their own declarations that the blood was thicker than water. Many spoke with treacherous lips and many wars broke against the clans of Ayenee-- DarkQuest, Cinderbane, Darkthorne, Pendragon, theUnholy, the BlackRobes, Retribution, Corvidae, Darkness.
Her and Atrox now known as Nebula, had been a deadly team but one that rarely saw eye to eye and when he had given his life to Pandora it left a bitter taste in Atra’s mouth. Years later, Atra called a secret meeting with Pandora and a few of those most loyal to her within Pandora’s temple, Atra’Lamia slaughtered them all by her own means with her own two hands except for Pandora, but leaving the temple to crumble and shatter, bringing it down on those remaining who had escaped the death of her voracious weapons and soul-starved fiends. Rallying the remaining Darkbane’s to gather troops and forces to prepare for cull of the weaker species, Atra’Lamia left on the very eve of the battle, simply vanishing from the detection of even the most adept of scrying eyes. Leaving no explanation as to why and still to this day any excuse has never been given. Whispers of the ‘Darkbane Reborn’ under Malice had filtered to her ears, enraging her beyond belief since no word had officially been sent, not even a call… just nothing.
During her absence Malice and Atrox had found a way to kill Pandora, or so the whispers trickled through the remaining members of Darkbane, how wrong they were. For some years after her disappearance Malice & Atrox had prospered until a falling out occurred and things turned sour amongst brothers. Years turned into centuries, cold long years of following her own endeavours to be something more than just this ‘discarded’ Darkbane abomination amongst greater beings more deserving of her exquisite nefarious graces. Darkbane would not survive without her, however, with the wars of the infernalists and Retribution, Atra could hardly say no… at least back then. Serving the wars and later returning at the call of an old friend, bringing her back to the mortal shores of Ayenee. Once again Atra’Lamia returned to Darkbane, having a new temple resurrected, overlooking the citizens of Ayenee beholding fear in their eyes as the massive obsidian spires were revivified with Tongre of the clan Bloodlust at her side. Again, Malice returned to her side and with his might and her cunning mind, they re-established their sinful wicked reputations controlling Ayenee as their personal killing field until parting ways again.
Atra had been requested to attend the court of Aoyn by request of the Overlord, and given the title ‘Sorceress of Aoyn’ by his decree, with the aid of a few scattered men and Uriel, Atra re-established her reign in Eden, being the true Queen of Eden by birth and having conquered the Calorian legions under Cyan Nightbane and taking the seat of power by force. Rebuilding the city was an easy task; The Nameless had provided many of his soldiers who worked night and day to build something spectacular and worthy of their ‘Queen’. Eden thrived, the land nourished and Atra maintained her position for many years after. Wars came and were lost, all successful campaigns mastered by herself and the Wamphyri Lords known as Malagen and Radu, their monstrous warbeasts and the others who swore their allegiance to Atra’Lamia. The war against Brunner and his armies had been won. Alas, the interest in Eden waned and marching her forces out of Eden began her campaign to attack and control Tenaria. It was after her takeover of Tenaria that Atra and Malice’s paths crossed again, though short and brief- it seemed their reunions were never permitted by some benign force.
Inspired by the urge to obtain more omnipotent power of a different nature began to study the mechanisms of obscure races and their superlative attributes having studied Radu and Malagen only to imbibe their essence and infiltrate their strange and unusual gifts and attributes. Atra’Lamia wanting something more and less of emotion trapped between her being, wishing for the later and not the lesser- using this as a new focus for climatic transformation albeit. With aid from The Nameless, the Dimmu, then the Darkbane avatar that had long replaced the spirit, Morirorogl. This monster of the void thrived to correct this glitch of her charisma, deciding to run the gauntlet of the void and extract the blood of fallen clans from her veins along with that of ‘feeling’ and ‘emotion’. Extracting all means of fear, pain and tolerance from her being… a feat that near killed her as she dragged her body slowly upwards, not cowering upon the ground like a kicked puppy, instead rising as a proud, undefeated warrior… an Advent to the Voidic Dimmu. A new world presented to her on a gilded platter, one rife with new blood and rich resources for the plucking. Besides the ascension of her uprising status in the pantheon of deities, the underworld and Ayenee.
Gathering the legions presented by the Dimmu, her majesty then claiming the void and representive of the advent of the Dimmu… being born in a new image of death and carnage by her fangs and gauntlet; drinking and reaping through the masses swiftly and rapidly. For those who remained alive in the great siege of her invasion were captured and placed in the vats to be forged and fashioned into hideous beasts of war, chitin-armoured warrior, flyers and other ghoulish creations to serve her demands and will. Others were used to create, siphon and fortify her aerie that was built high in the mountains of Naethyrn and named ’Mortuus Lacrimae’. No longer was this land in the shadow of Varloorni , the Dark Mother Lilith had fallen to the hordes of Atra, nicknamed the ‘Inferi Corax’, and did not survive the blood-battle. Even the King of Pendragon Kalyssien fell to the demise of her gauntlet, imbibing all his dragon-innate abilities and powers. Becoming something far more diabolical than just her birthright with the ability to diatribe others powers and special ‘gifts’. Bringing these powers into her reservoir of endless talents before journeying to Ayenee and taking down the Wamphyri Lord, Thibor the Cruel- destroying his power source and essence to never return back to existence, his clones, spores and vats all destroyed.
Nicolai also fell to the wicked betrayals of Atra’Lamia, twice. Once to the seal of the underworld and the second when she trod on his heart, again sending his back to the underworld to reconsider his weaknesses. Thus became her symbolism, the Black-Arachnid. It became the focal emblem upon Atra’s crest crafted from black Damascus and mithril, bearing the arcane inscriptions of ‘Anathema' for that was the closest personification in regards to Atra. Now residing in Nach'Prytania, preferring her solitude and not wishing for the company of disloyal serpents. Preferring the company of her own killer instincts and unleashing her enraged passion on those who dare infect her territory with their uninvited disgraceful souls. Days had been long drenched in the passions of sanguine rapture; death comes all too easy to this ‘Dark Nemesis', harvested souls like a Paramount at her feet, along with the remnant of the Eternal Goddess Pandora- conquered by Atra's gauntlet.
Names arose from the piles of defiled corpses, amongst the most feared of all Pandora’s children, a wraith pulled from the darkness… a name soon known as Malice; the ravenous appetites of his obsidian maws never knew satisfaction, carving through life like a plague of Death itself. All forms of life to feed his gluttonous appetites not only for death but the entire essence of his victims bringing him from something spectral to a creature tangible to possess. For years they prospered, scourging the land and raping it of life and destroying any hope in the human race of survival. Atra’Lamia only a warrior sorceress with her chapter of iniquitous servants and conjured creatures became an even more formidable force. It was such a shame that even evil has its perils. A great unrest swept through the ranks, talk of dissension whispered amongst those loyal only to Atra’Lamia with plots of Pandora’s assassination- it had been here that their destiny was first fated to crumble, fail due to their own hands and indecisions of command and readiness to act on those commands sworn by their own declarations that the blood was thicker than water. Many spoke with treacherous lips and many wars broke against the clans of Ayenee-- DarkQuest, Cinderbane, Darkthorne, Pendragon, theUnholy, the BlackRobes, Retribution, Corvidae, Darkness.
Her and Atrox now known as Nebula, had been a deadly team but one that rarely saw eye to eye and when he had given his life to Pandora it left a bitter taste in Atra’s mouth. Years later, Atra called a secret meeting with Pandora and a few of those most loyal to her within Pandora’s temple, Atra’Lamia slaughtered them all by her own means with her own two hands except for Pandora, but leaving the temple to crumble and shatter, bringing it down on those remaining who had escaped the death of her voracious weapons and soul-starved fiends. Rallying the remaining Darkbane’s to gather troops and forces to prepare for cull of the weaker species, Atra’Lamia left on the very eve of the battle, simply vanishing from the detection of even the most adept of scrying eyes. Leaving no explanation as to why and still to this day any excuse has never been given. Whispers of the ‘Darkbane Reborn’ under Malice had filtered to her ears, enraging her beyond belief since no word had officially been sent, not even a call… just nothing.
During her absence Malice and Atrox had found a way to kill Pandora, or so the whispers trickled through the remaining members of Darkbane, how wrong they were. For some years after her disappearance Malice & Atrox had prospered until a falling out occurred and things turned sour amongst brothers. Years turned into centuries, cold long years of following her own endeavours to be something more than just this ‘discarded’ Darkbane abomination amongst greater beings more deserving of her exquisite nefarious graces. Darkbane would not survive without her, however, with the wars of the infernalists and Retribution, Atra could hardly say no… at least back then. Serving the wars and later returning at the call of an old friend, bringing her back to the mortal shores of Ayenee. Once again Atra’Lamia returned to Darkbane, having a new temple resurrected, overlooking the citizens of Ayenee beholding fear in their eyes as the massive obsidian spires were revivified with Tongre of the clan Bloodlust at her side. Again, Malice returned to her side and with his might and her cunning mind, they re-established their sinful wicked reputations controlling Ayenee as their personal killing field until parting ways again.
Atra had been requested to attend the court of Aoyn by request of the Overlord, and given the title ‘Sorceress of Aoyn’ by his decree, with the aid of a few scattered men and Uriel, Atra re-established her reign in Eden, being the true Queen of Eden by birth and having conquered the Calorian legions under Cyan Nightbane and taking the seat of power by force. Rebuilding the city was an easy task; The Nameless had provided many of his soldiers who worked night and day to build something spectacular and worthy of their ‘Queen’. Eden thrived, the land nourished and Atra maintained her position for many years after. Wars came and were lost, all successful campaigns mastered by herself and the Wamphyri Lords known as Malagen and Radu, their monstrous warbeasts and the others who swore their allegiance to Atra’Lamia. The war against Brunner and his armies had been won. Alas, the interest in Eden waned and marching her forces out of Eden began her campaign to attack and control Tenaria. It was after her takeover of Tenaria that Atra and Malice’s paths crossed again, though short and brief- it seemed their reunions were never permitted by some benign force.
Inspired by the urge to obtain more omnipotent power of a different nature began to study the mechanisms of obscure races and their superlative attributes having studied Radu and Malagen only to imbibe their essence and infiltrate their strange and unusual gifts and attributes. Atra’Lamia wanting something more and less of emotion trapped between her being, wishing for the later and not the lesser- using this as a new focus for climatic transformation albeit. With aid from The Nameless, the Dimmu, then the Darkbane avatar that had long replaced the spirit, Morirorogl. This monster of the void thrived to correct this glitch of her charisma, deciding to run the gauntlet of the void and extract the blood of fallen clans from her veins along with that of ‘feeling’ and ‘emotion’. Extracting all means of fear, pain and tolerance from her being… a feat that near killed her as she dragged her body slowly upwards, not cowering upon the ground like a kicked puppy, instead rising as a proud, undefeated warrior… an Advent to the Voidic Dimmu. A new world presented to her on a gilded platter, one rife with new blood and rich resources for the plucking. Besides the ascension of her uprising status in the pantheon of deities, the underworld and Ayenee.
Gathering the legions presented by the Dimmu, her majesty then claiming the void and representive of the advent of the Dimmu… being born in a new image of death and carnage by her fangs and gauntlet; drinking and reaping through the masses swiftly and rapidly. For those who remained alive in the great siege of her invasion were captured and placed in the vats to be forged and fashioned into hideous beasts of war, chitin-armoured warrior, flyers and other ghoulish creations to serve her demands and will. Others were used to create, siphon and fortify her aerie that was built high in the mountains of Naethyrn and named ’Mortuus Lacrimae’. No longer was this land in the shadow of Varloorni , the Dark Mother Lilith had fallen to the hordes of Atra, nicknamed the ‘Inferi Corax’, and did not survive the blood-battle. Even the King of Pendragon Kalyssien fell to the demise of her gauntlet, imbibing all his dragon-innate abilities and powers. Becoming something far more diabolical than just her birthright with the ability to diatribe others powers and special ‘gifts’. Bringing these powers into her reservoir of endless talents before journeying to Ayenee and taking down the Wamphyri Lord, Thibor the Cruel- destroying his power source and essence to never return back to existence, his clones, spores and vats all destroyed.
Nicolai also fell to the wicked betrayals of Atra’Lamia, twice. Once to the seal of the underworld and the second when she trod on his heart, again sending his back to the underworld to reconsider his weaknesses. Thus became her symbolism, the Black-Arachnid. It became the focal emblem upon Atra’s crest crafted from black Damascus and mithril, bearing the arcane inscriptions of ‘Anathema' for that was the closest personification in regards to Atra. Now residing in Nach'Prytania, preferring her solitude and not wishing for the company of disloyal serpents. Preferring the company of her own killer instincts and unleashing her enraged passion on those who dare infect her territory with their uninvited disgraceful souls. Days had been long drenched in the passions of sanguine rapture; death comes all too easy to this ‘Dark Nemesis', harvested souls like a Paramount at her feet, along with the remnant of the Eternal Goddess Pandora- conquered by Atra's gauntlet.
OOC NOTE: The above was all in-character through many years of dedicated role-play from 97-2005 from Mance to Ayenee. The names in bold are/were actual character played by actual people and are those significant to the history of my character along with relevant places of note. No information is incorrect, and is stated as it happened.
