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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, Adept Librarian that has ties to a web of Forbidden Knowledge, and a Domus warrior fighting against the Helmian reign of terror. 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 Aurnalis's hieroglyphics.

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 he began to sprint for what seemed to be a few minutes, 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 for purpose, or simply meaning. He traversed the area, soon discovering a keep at the top of a hill. It had been dubbed, "Noah's Keep". However, Aurnalis wasn't going to simply wait around since the previous inhabitant was not present. 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, such as lava traps and tripwires. He entered only to discover a great brewery to his left. As he slowly approached the room, he realized it was completely looted. Ravaged by forces unknown. So he began walking upward on the stairs. Yet still hearing it's calls, he still searched. After a few steps he saw a gargantuan dining hall. He still wanted to discover what secrets were around. He entered the area. He saw great flows of lava, and tables that seemed extremely small compared to 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 in his time. So he flicked it, revealing a large, dark, hallway. Filled with dust and reeked of a long dead carcass. He proceeded down the stairs and stood in the middle of a room and 5 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. As he wrapped up his great find, and equipped the gleaming armor. He felt an uncanny sense of dread. As if he was being watched. As he began to walk out. Strange local men began to appear within his proximity. So he began running, passing through multiple lands and seas. Until eventually, he felt his matter dissipate completely. Everything had went black. Aurnalis was extremely confused, until he felt himself snap back to reality. Yet, he was no longer where he was previously. He was within a quaint seaside port. He was finally safe.

Age of The First Kyydrosilian Nation
He had walked for a small amount of time, before a local inhabitant had encountered him. His name shall be redacted for now, since he was the primary reason for Aurnalis rebelling against him. However, we shall dub him, HPN, High Priest of Noxism. He was brought into one of the cliffside homes. Where he dwelled for approximately 2 months. (20-30 years). However, thoughts of doing further acts including atrocities and such clouded his mind. He believed since he was technically a wanted criminal. This was his lifestyle here, he could accomplish much more if it were to come to stealing and fighting, for the many years he honed his training within the XXXX. He believed the only way to move upon this world and achieve a high rank through society was being calm yet ready to use extreme force when required. He wrote this within a journal he acquired on his way. Yet it was recently stolen and burned by the port's civilians. Where he had roamed for thousands of years, it was extremely violent and brutal within the Forsaken Realm, an outer area of the XXXX. He was determined to complete a singular objective. Being able to have control over a land mass no matter the costs. Yet he knew that it would require foul play, and extreme actions. As he stopped writing, as he saw 8 residents running around outside. He stepped out to meet each one. As he finished, he found similarities between one of the other residents. Sharing stories of acquired collectables. Yet that isn't completely important. After some time had past. A voice boomed and echoed through the lands, shattering glass and scattering animals. The voice began to talk about gods and the sacrifices required. He looked at his fellow worshippers and ascended to the capital, and to its highest temple. The 4 men praised to Baldemor. The God of Dreams within Noxist Culture. After throwing in valuables to the sacrificial flames. A sapling grew into a mighty tree that had never been seen before. And strange particles illuminated the roots of the tree. Then, a strange being teleported behind them. Dark, tall, lengthy, and eyes of purple. It was dubbed the traveler, and was incased within glass. It then spoke briefly before teleporting away.