User:Osmund

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Osmund Ís-sson

Height: 6'8
Race: Undead Kuronii
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Bright Blue
Class: Warrior
Preferred Weapons: Axes. Two Axes. Bearded Axes. Hatchets. Two-handed Axes, Axes and well I think you get it.

The Facts That Only He Knows

  • As the bastard son of Alimer, Osmund is not allowed to rule by lineage. Instead, he has been granted the surname Ís-sson, which means son of Ice. As an outcast within his own tribe, it’s only natural that none of his blood relatives carry this surname.


  • Osmund died a long time ago in a battle where most of his northern Kuronii brothers were also slain. He has been resurrected by a rogue group of Necromancers who discovered him wholly encased in ice; somewhere in the far western and remote reaches of Frostmaw.


  • Not even Osmund knows how long he served these Necromancers, but his freedom came after his masters failed in a ritual to become a lich. They all died in a twisted turn of events. Instead of becoming mindless like the other undead, he retained his intelligence and killed his brothers.


  • The Undead Kuronii now searches for purpose, aimlessly wandering through the frozen wastes. He is entirely unaware of the current ongoings of Lithrydel, its borders of its countries and current rulers.


  • Osmond does not recall much of his former life. Only a few details here and there which he seeks to regain. However, it seems that his skill with weapons is natural (instinctual even, and gained during his former life).


The Awakening (Some time ago)

“Arise, servant.”


The call of magic tears through his eardrums and burrows into his mind. It’s like a parasitic worm, ripping through his body as if it were a scourge; a plague. Riddling his limbs with a numbness that is unfamiliar. An unofficial heartbeat - suddenly beating within his chest, desperately trying to resuscitate his lifeless corpse.


“Arise servant and heed thy masters call.”


Those words scream through the air again. Can’t I just ignore that voice? Must I wake? The call is too strong, and Osmund begins to realize that his grip on reality, rather the after life, is slipping; crumbling away. Soon he finds himself swirling within shadow. A void of life, filled with a thick miasma of magic. It’s difficult to breathe, yet hindering him not.


“Awaken servant.”


Within a whisper of time, his eyes dart open. Osmund is helpless, strapped to a table and surrounded by four mages - Necromancers to be precise. His bright blue eyes twist in horror to realize that he is alive, again. He cannot fathom why he has been brought forth. The agony is unreal. The jarring pain of this new reality sets in, and yet, as it dulls, his gaze moves to the ceiling. In some sick and twisted display, he sees a mirror upon it which grants him vision of his own rotting flesh. Osmund can’t help but scream at the sight of it, and his cries are only answered by the cackling of four Masters who seek to utterly dominate his mind.


More to come

OOC Information

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To learn about what a Kuronii is, check this page out: The Kuronii