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= Aurnalis Ashenblade =

Aurnalis was many things, he was a wraith from a not so distant realm, and a once honored nobleman of the House of Jjujj'rrato, an acknowledged collector of peculiar items, a prophet of the forgotten religion of Noxism, a resident of Kyydrosil, Tovarisha, Yimmu-Audal, and finally an Adept Librarian that has ties to a web of Forbidden Knowledge. He joined the server on October 2021. Though he may have not been a dominant, influential leader. Yet he has proved himself to be a fascinating character in many ways.

Previous aliases include, but are not limited to, Crisped, Razerr_Eternal, ThatGhostlyGamin. He joined on 22nd of October, at around 6:00 PM.

Pre-Wraith Lore
Aurnalis, or frequently referred to as "Aurn" by his close allies. Was a juvenile noble within his province (primarily controlled by his Father). He fell under the banner, the House of Ashenblade, a nobility within the area. He once lived in a colossal keep located at the summit of the domain. Though he enjoyed living within the walls of this fortification. He experienced a sensation to explore beyond the reaches of the territory. So as the sun had set into the western sky, he made an attempt to reach a raft located in the canals of the city using the cover of night to shroud him from any unwanted attention. He had heard tales of a fabled distant land beyond the horizon from sailors. He reached the boat and began to go off on his journey to explore, he felt like he knew was land just beyond the horizon. Upon realization that it was but a hoax, a story to keep the sailors entertained. He fell into a sense of dread and anguish. Yet he was still naïve, he began to anticipate that he would still get to see what lies ahead,. Yet, that didn't happen for a time. He stood from the raft and returned back home, losing any hope of going beyond the sea. Yet as he began to approach the mountain, echoes of men and women were heard for miles, bodies strung up onto pikes. Then, he saw them, a group of men dawning aqua armor. And large blades of rare material. Their gaze shifted to the boy, with eyes of pure anger and blades soaked in the blood of his comrades. The Barbarians began to charge toward the boy. He began to sprint toward the nearest home. Yet they were just too incredibly quick. The grabbed him by the throat and began cutting into his stomach, the agony mixed with the shear fear of meeting the same fate as the other citizens began to sink into him. A man wearing the hide of a beast approached, and with a wave of his hand. They dropped the near limp body of the boy onto the road. He withdrew a strange device with an odd appearance from his pocket, it seemed to be in the shape of an orb, and had lots of sharp parts within it. He showcased it to the other men before glancing back to Aurnalis. He placed the contraption onto his eye, and twisted the mechanism. The instrument clicked for a short duration, and shot forward, blinding the young noble. Blood flew from his eye sockets as the barbarians rejoiced, laughing hysterically. They began to brutally beat and torture him before the unsheathing of a blade screeched. Drowning out the noise of laughter. Everything had gone dead silent. A moment passed before a single phrase was uttered, "Murdacka Boter". The Sword pierced the heart of the boy. His fate had been sealed.

Wraith Lore
This section has been classified due to a generally minimal understanding of it. Especially since it is untranslatable from Dornamir's language.

Humble Beginnings
He had awoken in the middle of a field, tainted by dandelions and overgrown grass. Surrounded by ancient walls and towers. Had it worked? He looked at his hands and realized they were beginning to take form again. He was no longer an astral being from lands unknown, he was becoming whole again. He began to arise from his kneel. His eyes began to adjust to this brand new world, he then remembered. He hasn't seen the sun within 7 Millenia. He began to explore his surroundings, step by step he became climatized to this new environment. After a few hundred meters, he stood in the shadow of a once great temple, standing at an astonishing height. He began to scale the temple. His curiosity began to consume his mind. But then as he reached the top, he realized there was nothing. He hadn't truly done anything. He remembered that all of those years ago. The same thing occurred. He knew he still had to search. After all, he was only wearing robes tailored within the other world. He traversed the area, soon discovering a keep at the top of a hill. It had been dubbed, "Noah's Keep". However, Dornamir wasn't having it since the guy was not there. So he took down the sign and threw up a sign with his name instead. He settled it finely, it knew the potential within this place. Yet he felt a calling back to the temple's area, he felt as if it had cast a trance on him. He began searching, yet now. The calls of XXXX could be heard within his mind. Informing him what to do, he soon found a great hall with plenty of inactive defenses. He entered only to discover a great brewery to his left. As he slowly approached the room, he realized it was completely looted. So he began going up the stairs. Yet still hearing it's calls. He still searched. After a few steps he saw a gigantic dining hall. He still wanted to discover what secrets were around. He entered the area. He saw great flows of lava, and tables that made dwarfed some of the bridges in XXXX . Something caught his eye, a throne made of a dark stone. He approached the throne and sat upon it. Yet he realized odd protrusions from one side. A switch, he had only seen one of these once. So he flicked it, revealing a large, dark, hallway. Filled with dust and reeked of a dead animal. He proceeded down the stairs and stood in the middle of a room and 5 random human sized bumps in the wall. He realized signs above each one, yet each name was terribly scratched and horribly rotted. He then glanced at the buttons next to each one. He pushed each one, and after 5 seconds they each opened to reveal suits of armor and chests of valuables.