The World of Aeos is one of astounding beauty, and yet, deep sorrow. It is an ancient world where even the elves, who can trace back their people's history several millennia in the past, have but a small inkling of the world's mysteries. One thing is for sure, Aeos has had a long and varied history. It has had its tragedies and its heroes with many a civilization ripening to perfection before slowly declining into nothing as history takes its course. The world isn't perfect, of course. There had been war, famine, and injustice in the past and many a tragedy making its way into song, but for the most part, people lived happily and at peace with their neighbors, at least, as peacefully as mortal beings can. It is a wonderful world of mystery and magic.

Previously, the last great conflict had ended 1000 years ago when the Seven Demon Lords were defeated by the legendary human hero, Miernes, who disappeared soon afterwards, leaving only the tales of his heroism and deeds behind. For 1000 years, the World of Aeos knew peace. Then the Dark Lord came and everything changed.

No one knew his history or even his name, but they soon learned to fear him for his great physical strength and nigh-impossible Mastery of Sorcery. When he made the call to submit, the Wise were taken aback by how quickly his ranks were filled. Creatures such as Vampires, Dark Elves, Goblins, Trolls and Orcs soon fell under his sway. These races had long been persecuted as "Evil" and were quick to heed the new Dark Lord's call. Many humans too allied or swore their allegiance to the Dark Lord for various reasons, a fact the High Elves are slow to forget. In his onslaught, the Dark Lord gave his enemies a simple choice: submit or die. Many fought valiantly against the Dark Lord, but his armies soon outnumbered the few that opposed him and his Dark Sorcery overpowered and corrupted or destroyed many a promising Mage. The Dark Lord showed no mercy and the tales of his cruelties are the stuff of legend Kingdoms fell and the Dark Lord pressed on relentlessly for a time, bringing the sword and deadly fire upon his enemies. At last, however, he set about consolidating his power for his realm was now vast.

In the center of his domain, the Dark Lord raised the Dark Citadel of Halleoth, an impenetrable fortress built from black stone and filled with everything the Dark Lord and his most trusted servants could desire and guarded by over a thousand of the Dark Lord's elite guard. It became the symbol of the Dark Lord's power and wealth as well as a symbol of fear for no one ever escaped its dungeons alive. From this might fortress, the Overlord set about bringing "order" to his domain, rewarding those that served him in his war with everything they were promised. Apparently, he could be trusted to keep his word. Those under his rule soon adapted to their lord's new order: obey or facet the consequences. If they obeyed, they were left alone. If they did not, they faced consequences. Deadly consequences.

Over 100 years has passed since the Dark Lord appeared. Slowly, his armies march to expand his empire while his enemies ponder on what to do.There are few kingdoms and strongholds remaining who have not already been conquered by the Dark Lord or have sworn allegiance to him. The Dark Lord appears to be immortal and all-powerful with his servants enjoying great rewards. Meanwhile, the Dark Lord turns his mind to hunting down his last descendant and the heroes of this age begin to realize that if they do not do something, no one will.

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Name: Caractacus Dool
Titles: None
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
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Personality:A stammering, stuttering mess of a man, Caractacus has trouble in dealing with the living. He is nervous and self-doubting in the utmost when around anything but the dead. Being around him creates a sense of mistrust, as though there was something sinister about him.
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-Staff: A simple tool in the spellcaster's arsenal, this staff lets Caractacus focus his magical energy, to better cast spells.
-Dagger: A small steel dagger, for last resorts only.
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-Undead Identification: Caractacus is familiar with most types of undead creatures that can be encountered, with a working knowledge of how to use them as allies, and destroy them as enemies.

History: Caractacus was always sickly and unwell, even in his youth. He was born to poor peasant farmers, under the rule of the dark lord. However, in his adolescence, Caractacus was discovered to have an affinity for death magic, a boon in the land of the dark lord, and he was shipped off to become a necromancer in the army of the empire. The training was cruel and failure was not tolerated. It was only by natural talent that Caractacus escaped the harshest punishments that surely would have killed him. Still, his time earning the rank of necromancer was painful and destructive to his psyche, and his opinion of all living things was shattered through the cruelty of his living instructors. Only the dead understood him. Only the dead protected him.

Caractacus's life was soon to change, however, as he was mustered out into the army of the dark lord to do battle with one of the remaining free kingdoms. The column was routed by a band of heroes and their guerrilla forces. Caractacus was taken, wounded but not killed. He awaited his death at the hand of his enemy, but instead, an offer of mercy came. In exchange for freedom and his life, Caractacus could swear himself instead to fight for freedom from the dark lord. Caractacus, seeing no other way out, took the offer, and while he does not trust his newfound allies, and they surely do not trust a necromancer such as him, he holds no love for the empire, and at least now, he has a chance.

Other: Rattle rattle.