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October 30, 2006, 7:09 am

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Never Ending Silence


Never Ending Silence is the greatest Death-Knight of the Ghostlord known as Frozen Priestess Adorned With Bloody Feathers, and he is very good at his job.

Special Equipment:

Enchanted Sword “Star of Tears and Blood”


Never Ending Silence stands 5 feet 10 inches tall, with a sort of lean muscularity about him. He is extremely strong, yet compact. His hair is a glossy black, roughly cropped in the Chevosian style, and his skin is a chalky, corpse pale, white, with very little of it’s former living hue. His lips are shiny and black, and black circles around his eyes give him a piercing stare. His eyes have no whites, but are instead black, with the only color being his red irises. He wears his black burial wrappings as his clothing, with sleeves of blood-red silk slipped on, and armor of bone and steel over that. He wears a dark cape, cut from the burial wrappings of his Ghostlord mistress. He behaves in a cold, haughty manner, considering the living and the spectres to be beneath him, and only his mistress, the Ghostlord known as Frozen Priestess Adorned With Bloody Feathers, is above him, in his world view. His is coldly murderous, vicious and meticulous in the extreme. He almost never smiles, and when on the unthinkable occasion that he laughs, it is a chilling noise.


Rain fell, wetting the boy. He no longer wept for his four brothers, nor his sister, nor his mother or father, all felled in the Great Devil Plague. The boy was the apprentice to the gravedigger, a job he recieved due to his fascination with death. “They’re dead, boy. Their spectres are in the Underworld, now.” his master had told him one day, spitting on the graves of his family. For breaking the ash jars, the boy had been sent out in this rain, and nobody had brought him back in. He lay, near frozen, before a mausoleum, as a gray dawn rose. Rain still. Nobody cared about the boy. Dying in the rain, the boy thought “Now I will join my family.” But no. A voice from the mausoleum, or the graves, or was it the air around him? A seductive voice, female, light, ethereal, inticing, arousing. “You are the one…You know the truth, don’t you? You know the truth…You see the sadness, the truth of death. Join me. Be my Death-Knight.” said the voice. The boy felt invisible arms, delicate and female, warm yet cold at the same time, sliding down his loose shirt, feeling his face and arms. The boy sold his true name to the Ghostlord that day, joined the ranks of the Underworld. He forgot his family, forgot his loss. He was given a new name, Never Ending Silence, to bind him forever to his mistress.

Never Ending Silence woke with a start, leaping from dreams of his former living existence. “I awaken!” he called, snapping for his slaves. The spectres appeared, carrying an ornate redware bowl, carved with serpentine channels, filled with implements for his bathing. The slaves filled his bathing pool with perfumed, warmed water, though the warmth made no difference to the dead. Never Ending Silence roused from his sleep couch, piled high with black and red pillows. It was all for show, for the richness of it. The dead had no need for sleep. The Death-Knight stepped into his bath, laying back and letting the water lap over him. His mistress was calling for him. He would serve her well.

Roleplaying Notes:

-As the best Death-Knight of Frozen Priestess Adorned With Bloody Feathers, Never Ending Silence is often dispatched on missions of exceeding importance to the Ghostlord.
-Never Ending Silence often trafficks with and uses demons in his endeavors. In fact, through bargaining with the demon-lord Morgladiir, he has acquired a kennel of erymanthoi demons as his personal slaves.

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Comments ( 6 )
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July 22, 2003, 1:56
What is with the slash marks?!
July 22, 2003, 17:38
Ah, that's better.
No more slash marks.
July 23, 2003, 0:30
Could you define what his sword does or submit it as an item?
July 23, 2003, 0:37
Sure can.
Voted Murometz
April 1, 2006, 17:24
I voted on this once, but it seems to have vanished!!

These names are awe-inspiring!!
Voted valadaar
May 13, 2013, 22:06
What an excellent death knight and not a word on his powers. Crunch is easy. Character is hard, and you have it here.

Corporeal death knights - love it.


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Alchemists, druids, and less savory characters have studied these creatures over the years, and have predictably found all the ways Wet Faeries could be exploited. Morbidly humorous, some bards find it, that the Poisoners and Assassins Guilds as well as the Healer’s Union, all prize these creatures. The assassins use the extracted venom in obvious fashion, while the priests and healers use the still-living jelly-fish to sterilize other poison potions and to cure those already poisoned on death’s door.

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