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= Dornamir Jotenskal =

Dornamir was many things, he was a wraith from a not so distant realm, an 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. 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
Dornamir, or frequently referred to as "Dorn" by his fellow men. Was a juvenile warrior within his province (primarily controlled by his Father). He fell under the banner, the House of Jotenskal, 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 was off on his journey to explore, there 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 back home, he wished that he could appear back home with his family. Yet, that didn't happen for a time. Stranded for what felt like an eternity, on a raft in the middle of an ocean. Thoughts of fresh food and clean clothes clouded his mind, but as he raised his head to look back up to the sun. It was gone... The boy arose from his position and stumbled around his raft, confused. He shortly realized that the water was much darker, what can only be described as an abyss. He believed he had gone insane. "Where have I gone? Why is everything so odd?" These were the thoughts racing through the lad's mind. A low grumbling was heard from underneath the raft. He quickly crouched down, preparing to observe an eldritch leviathan that awaited him below. His mind raced through what could be lurking below. He gasped for air, and quickly lurched forward. He began to realize that everything was "normal" again. He debated when ether what he just observed was reality or just a dream. He once again looked up, this time to realize he had arrived home. However, his heart sank as he saw the city was in flames. 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 raft, which was now beached onto nearby land. The Barbarians began to charge toward the boy. He began to limp toward the nearest home. Yet they were just too 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. A man wearing the hide of a beast approached, with a wave of his hand. They dropped the near limp body of the boy onto the sand. He withdrew a strange device with an odd appearance from his pocket. He showcased it to the other men before glancing back to Dornamir. He placed the contraption onto his eye, and twisted the mechanism. The instrument clicked and shot forward, blinding the child. Blood flew from his eyesockets as the barbarians rejoiced, laughing. They began to brutally beat and torture him before the unsheathing of a blade was heard. Everything had gone silent. A moment passed before a single phrase was uttered, "Murdacka Boter". The Sword pierced the skull of the boy. Ending his life.

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.