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PostPosted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 10:14 pm 
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Unique Undead of Etaria
These Greater Undead creatures walk the soil of Etaria with their own will intact, forever bound to Karissa’s service. While some are similar to documented types of undead creatures, these all have their own story and personalities that put them apart from others of Karissa.

Laucrea Auvreaundlin
History
Long before Karissa assumed her place in the pantheon, there was an elven village hidden among the mountains separating Chail and Tendril. The village was the home of a single elven house, Auvreaundlin, who all with few exceptions dedicated their lives to Lady Love, Verinia.
Within this house lived a young elf by the name of Laucrea, a beautiful creature with enough charm to seemingly always be courted. He was a lovely creature, if conceited, and secretly kept a count of the amount of fair maidens he had managed to seduce. This soon turned into a kind of twisted desire, he was drunk with his power over women. But as the amount of lovers increased, so did the lies and deceit. He soon found that the Lady Love would no longer favor him, and so he cursed her, and he left.
Little did he know that the scorned lovers had come together, jealous of each other but even more so hateful of beautiful Laucrea. They carved his face, leaving no bit of skin behind, and cut out his eyes, so that he may no longer be called beautiful. They chained his hands, so that he would no longer touch warm skin again. So he was left behind for the wolves to finish.
He suffered for days before he finally died, all the time cursing the ones who hurt him, while the wolves ate his flesh.
And so, many years later, no one knows for sure how long he remained so, a kindly priestess found the long-since rotted corpse of Laucrea Auvreaundlin, chained to a dead tree. As to give the poor man a proper burial, she cut the chains for they were rusted with weather and wear. That was the last she did, for long-dead Laucrea stood upright, and with his newly freed hands, strangled her. He then proceeded to cut her hands off; and as was spoken with a dry and eerie voice, it was a sacrifice to the Queen that had given him life.
Appearance
Laucrea is very tall, a skeletal creature with bits of rotting flesh and remains of a noble’s clothes hanging from the bones. There is not a trace of flesh on his skull, and the teeth are pointed and black. Around his waist he carries dozens of cut off hands, all from women, which serve as warnings and tributes to his Lady.
Behaviour
Laucrea wanders Etaria with little care for the world around him. However, should he walk within arm’s length of a woman, he will without fail reach out to strangle her and cut off her hands.
He is very much capable of conversation but very rarely indulges. As any other undead creature, he abhors the sun, and so buries himself in the soil until the sun’s rays do not threaten to char him.

[imgl]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v674/Dawnathion/woc/Crows.jpg [/imgl]The Crow of Bastion
History
In a place like Bastion, were each to their own and what you own might change by a knife’s blade, there are many ghosts in the alleyways. Arthur was a young dock worker who was one day put to this knife’s point, and had his throat slit before he could defend himself.
He did not die, but instead watched as the cobbles around him turned red, the vision soon obscured by black feathers and beak. The black avian stared into his dying gaze for what seemed like an eternity, before promptly plucking his eye and eating it. His feeble limbs reached out for the bird but he could not catch it. And soon the one crow was joined by many others, picking upon him as the last few threads of life were cut.
But he was a young man still, and he had many, many regrets and wishes yet to be fulfilled. It is said that under the red of Bandeth, his one remaining eye opened once more, and he rose, his form covered with the shed feathers of many birds. Now with the Dark Queen’s blessing, he still wanders the streets of Bastion at night, living a mockery of the life he once led, wordlessly whispering his gratitude to Her.
Appearance
The form of a young man, bloodied feathers sticking to his form. His skin is a dull grayish tone and his one eye glows an eerie yellow. The empty eye socket is little more than a dark hole. He shuffles forth, looking in front of him, with his jaw slack. Across his throat is a deep cut that forever leaks rotted blood.
Behaviour
At first glance, it would appear he does the same as any dock worker, only at night. Yet, any box he picks up with lame hands is soon tainted by the black pouring from his throat, spreading death and disease. Crows surround him and his work, only to be agressively swatted away, and should he catch one, he will messily devour it.
The Crow is not agressive if left alone, and will respond to simple questions if asked by a devout of the Queen. As a creature of the night, he witnesses many things, and knows Bastion like the back of his hand. He cannot speak however, as his vocal chords were cut by dagger. The Crow of Bastion carefully avoids those he knows would stop his work or harm him.

[imgl]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v674/Dawnathion/woc/Skully.jpg[/imgl] Hender the Fallen / The Skull Collector
History
Once, a vigilante who hunted the enemies of the law with fervor, made his home in Athkalta. He was a stern man, but with much love for his wife, and unborn child. The axe of this righteous man felled many evildoers, and he was hailed as a hero, for folk said that he did so much more than the city guards had ever done.
But as men are wont to do, he grew older, and even bitter as his one and only child fell to disease. His limbs ached, and he could nary bring as much food to the table any more. It was at this time the lawless had decided the date was due to dethrone the hero. One cold morning, Hender, as he was called, walked downstairs to greet his early bird wife, when a grisly scene showed before him. In the garden lay his wife, but without her head, his bloodied axe by her side.
Enraged and sorrowful, he took the axe and ran to where he knew they would nest, but it was not meant to be. By mocking laughter and arrows, he fell to the ground; dead, a soul raging to tear the ones who murdered him and his wife to pieces. As irony would have it, he had perished very near the haunted Etaric woods, and the vile energy caght a hold of him.
The corpse slowly moved, pulled itself forward, and picked up it’s axe. The murderers ran, full of fear, from the dead eyes of the man they had just slain moments ago.
He walked towards their direction, his axe ready to be swung, following them relentlessly until he killed every last one of them. But this did not quench his thirst for revenge. In a sort of perverse shadow of his former ideals, he started seeking those who would break the law, taking their heads should they answer his one question the wrong way.
Appearance
Hender is of average build with a crouched over posture. His back and shoulders are filled with gnarled and broken arrows. With a face white as death itself, and a battleaxe in hand, he is a terrifying sight to behold indeed.
Behaviour
Hender will approach those of less moral alignment and quietly ask, “Have you seen my wife?” If the answer is no, he will attempt to behead the person. If the answer is yes, but turns out to be a lie (as it will most likely be), he will do the same. He then collects the head of his victim and picks it clean, taking it back to his cave within the Northern Etaric, which is filled with many, many skulls, arranged into a line snaking through the cave. He does not discriminate those of the Dark Queen, and will ask them the same question.
If, however, his question is countered by another question, he will answer it to the best of his abilities, and leave; but he will remember the one who disturbed him and attack without a word should he see them again.

[imgl]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v674/Dawnathion/woc/Whitelady.jpg [/imgl]The White Lady of Caer Myrddry
History
Among the nobles of Gwaen, there once was a fair lady by the name of Flora. She was betrothed to a dashing young man whose name was Emille. They were a very delighted in each other, and very much in love.
Once, the pair was invited to a feast in the court; humbled and thankful, they decided to attend, and so enjoyed themselves for hours to come. But soon, Flora was upset, as her to be husband had drunk too much, and stumbled upon a rock.
There was a crack as the young man’s head connected with the castle’s walls, and his eyes would no longer open.
It is said that Flora mourned her beloved until all color drained from her skin, and all life from her body. She died soon after, in the Time of Love, and was buried under woeful voices. A full cycle of seasons passed, and it was a quiet time, until night came. The town was so foggy, and in the air, the sorrowful sobs of a young woman. Flora stepped out of her grave, like a ghost, and slowly wandered towards the castle, her feet never touching the ground. Any who laid their eyes on her soon fell into depression, and some died by their own hand, for her haunting visage inspired such ill tempers that one could not help but despair. She wandered from her place in the cemetery to the castle wall, one stone always stained red in this night of the year, and vanished. And so she would continue to do.
Appearance
A young woman entirely white, from tip to toe; hair, skin and clothes. She is slightly transluctent, and always surrounded by a cold fog.
Behaviour
Flora will only appear during one night in the Time of Love, once per year, when she will make her round, weeping and mourning her love. If one can withstand the aura of crippling sadness surrounding her, and approach with grace, she might stop to speak as though she were part of the court’s ball still. She speaks charming words and will attempt to keep the one approaching close for as long as possible, all the while absorbing their life essence.
She is aware of how the world has changed since her death but pays little heed to it, and would sooner speak whimsically of her childhood than mention recent matters or answer any questions.
If the name of her love is spoken, by her or someone else, while she is awake, she will weep and resume her walk, only to disappear at the red stone.

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