Name: Vol’Nardoc The Tyrant/Liberator of Vol’Kariz
Age: 4,276
Gender: Male
Race: Demigod, Son of Maev’Sil’Vien and the former high king of the Lorenvolk
Random descriptors:
Height- 15 feet tall.
Weight- 2,500 pounds unarmored. 
Skin- Pale milk white
Hair Color- Gold mixed with strands of white.
Eye Color- Gold
Character Tier: High
Character Type: Critical Character

Physical Description: 
The Tyrant of Vol’Kariz is a being possessed of a certain dread majesty that resonates outwards from his physical form. His form towers over lesser creatures and causes fear in the hearts of the staunchest men and beasts that would dare to face him. Due to his 15 foot height there is very little that looks him in the eye. His body structure is like the Lorenvolk that he is descended from quite similar to a massive human, though everything is scaled up appropriately. The Tyrant has almost flawless features unmarked by the ravages of time or disease. But marring these flawless features is a mark of war. Both of his cheeks bare a thick ropey scar from a past injury that was only a hair short of killing him and that nearly severed his lower jaw. Despite his thousands of years of age he still appears to be in the prime of his youth. His hair is golden and mixed with threads of the purest white also traits that he inherited from Maev’Sil’Vien.

When he goes to battle the Tyrant is clad in armor forged from the purest deposits of Mriswring metal. It is truly an awe inspiring work that he wears when he enters into battles and it reflects both his glories and the glory that his mother once embodied. The armor is a suit of full plate that covers the entirety of his body. His helm is cast in the shape of Maev’Sil’Vien’s ancient natural crown, it covers his head and only shows his eyes through slits that are too narrow to allow blades or projectiles entry. From the top of this helm emerge six spines that point skyward as if they were the peaks of a crown. Further from his back and his shoulders emerge another of set of four spines in total, two of these spines are black in coloration and the other two are of the purest white. 

He moves with casual arrogance and confidence in his own power. The Tyrant of Vol’Kariz is utterly convinced of his own destiny to one day undergo apotheosis and truly ascend to the divinity that his mother once held and this conviction is evident in the very set of his body. His moments always appear to have a plan and a purpose rather than being random even when his movements actually are made in the spur of the moment.

Personality Description: (WIP)

Skills, powers and abilities: 

The Tyrant’s Call (High)- Such is the power of the Tyrant that his will can transcend worlds and pull at those who are aligned with his purpose to him in all their glory and splendor. Beings that he pulls from other worlds or even his own at times will always be aligned with him or willing to serve his will when they are summoned. In truth there is an option for the being that is called to refuse the summons and in that case it simply pulls another who is willing in the place of the first. The Tyrant’s own version of the call is much more powerful than that of his daughter and does not require charging to be used at full efficiency. He can also do this in bulk if necessary, calling forth entire armies at times. Further the Tyrant can also summon forth artifacts associated with himself as well as actual living beings.

Draconic Dominion (High)- Maev’Sil’Vien is the mother of dragons and her son has inherited her mantle and control over his mother’s creations. Even the most powerful draconic beings find their wills subject to his own. While it is true that it is possible to resist his commands it requires an act of great will to do so and even then the next command he gives would bear the same if not greater weight. This power is especially potent in conjunction with Tyrant’s Call.

My Life For You (Intermediate)- Whenever the Tyrant should be wounded and he has a servant within several hundred yards of his position the wound will be automatically diverted from him onto his subject. This does not stop momentum or force from still having impacted him and should something strike with force sufficient to send him flying he would still be sent flying, simply taking none of the damaging effects. For example if he walked through a sheet of high power flames, one of his servants might well burst into flames as the fire simply washes around him instead of burning him.

Shadows of Divinity (High)- The Tyrant is the first and only child of Maev’Sil’Vien and with her death her mantle of power was passed on to him. Maev’Sil’Vien was the Goddess of Creation and Destruction, and Light and Dark. Both the light and the dark are capable of working feats of great destruction as well as nurturing in different ways. The Tyrant possesses extreme control over both light and dark, he can conjure light in almost any state necessary from the gentle light to illuminate a room to rays that scorch and burn with pure undiluted power. Similarly his control over the Darkness is also highly potent.

Divine Body (High)- The Tyrant is a being that is both Lorenvolk the strongest of mortal races upon his home world and a child of she who was the most powerful of the world’s gods. His physical body is difficult to damage even without armor and many blows that would inflict staggering wounds instead barely scratch him. This resilience is at its greatest against physical or mundane weapons as the weapons of mortals are by their nature ineffective against those who are divine. Further his strength is obscene as he can lift many tons with little effort and throw them around. On the inverse however his speed while greater than human is not nearly as inflated as his resilience and sheer physical strength.

Character Equipment: 

The blade of Oris’Sion’In (High): The Tyrant gained this blade when the panicked deity dropped it in his haste to escape from the rise of the Mriswring dragons. This sword is supernaturally sharp and capable of adjusting its size and length at the will of the wielder. Should the Tyrant wish it the blade is capable of growing to nearly 30 feet in length or shrinking till it was scarcely a blade at all. Wounds dealt by this weapon cannot be healed unless power equal to the power of the wielder is poured into the effort. Other metals, even the magical metal Mriswring part like butter before this blade and weaker beings are simply turned to ash at the slightest cut from it. Stronger beings will be afflicted with a rot that slowly saps their strength unless they are healed of it.

Mriswring Armor (high): The Tyrant’s armor is described visually above. Due to advances and the nature of Mriswring a series of interlaced rods within the armor allow for him to draw upon the magic of leylines or any magic that his armor absorbs and use it to enhance his own physical attributes such as strength. Further this system also makes the entirety of the body a suitable point for magical discharges. Like all Mriswring his armor is most effective against magic as the magic is simply absorbed and then used to increase his own power as he sees fit. It is possible to overwhelm the defense that his armor offers with suitable charged attacks. 

The Spear of Durhz (Intermediate): The Tyrant gained this weapon when he slew the necromancer known as Morgarath and took it as a prize. The spear of Durhz is an ancient reddish brown shard of metal that is known for being nigh indestructible. But its true power is an ability to conjure up the shades of the dead and for the fact that any soul that is slain by this weapon is imprisoned within it rather than escaping to afterlife, ect. The shades conjured by this spear count as minions if used.

Character History: Once in the days long ago, the days before the world was shattered and before the first of the gods had departed the goddess Maev’Sil’Vien in her desperate efforts to even the odds against the coalition of her siblings did the unimaginable and allowed for her blood to be mixed with that of her mortal children. From this brief union came the man who would one day become the Tyrant of Vol’Kariz. 

For a time the demigod served beneath his mother in the wars of the gods. The Lorenvolk marched to war at the wills of their creator and despite their sheer power and the essence that Maev’Sil’Vien had poured into them in their creation they were not enough. Maev’Sil’Vien was cast down and her seat of power in Vol’Kariz was sacked and left as a symbol to the fate of those arrogant enough to set themselves against the collective of the gods. While Maev’Sil’Vien had been cast down the other gods had not destroyed the Lorenvolk, nor had they in the end killed the being they viewed as an abomination, the spawn of god and mortal. 

In time Maev’Sil’Vien’s son surfaced again and with power that echoed his mother’s he called to the Lorenvolk. Such was his majesty and such was the remnant of the faith in his mother that the Lorenvolk answered his calls and hailed him as their new god. He seized the ancient stronghold of Vol’Kariz for his own and declared his war against the gods. 

And the gods gave answer to his challenge. Though the Lorenvolk were the greatest of all mortal races even they were swept aside again like chaff before the power of the gods when they gave answer themselves and soon the Tyrant found that he had been arrogant. But he stayed the course and instead of suing for pardon and begging for mercy he issued forth from the citadel to fight. And his defeat was staggering. His power allowed him to contend with the gods but he could barely avoid his own demise and in the end he was struck down and his cry of pain and rage echoed throughout the land.

It would have been the end then had it not been for his mother’s final legacy. In the days before her fall she had bred one last creation, but they had grown slowly and at the time of her fall they had been too young to aid her. The cry of a being that shared so much with her awakened them from their slumber. The earth shook and from their caves within it came beings that split the sky with their cries and the thunder of their wings, as they burnt the world with their very breath. Even the gods were caught off guard by the onslaught of the mighty beasts and they were thrown back. Oris’Sion’In, The Life Ender who had wounded the Tyrant with his own blade caught the worst of the onslaught and in his haste to preserve existence dropped the sword for which he was known. 

And in the aftermath the Tyrant licked his wounds, but sent forth what remained of his armies on a mission of conquest. The Lorenvolk were successful in this crusade, and much of his mother’s old domain was returned to the fold. It was this conquest that led the gods themselves to curse him and name him Vol’Nadoc or The Tyrant of Vol Kariz, enemy of the world. But his power continued to grow, and while there was a lull as he attempted to heal the wound that Oris’Sion’In had left upon his very soul as well as body, a lull that lasted several thousand years and witnessed the birth of his daughter Elisara, he was not idle. 

With the secrets of his mother and the time to implement them he wrought great plans and ordained great works of power. The ley lines that ran beneath the surface of the world were raised and harnessed into great sources of energy. Mriswring constructs powered by these ley lines came as well, great metal golems that shrugged off magic. So too did the discovery that stored energy in Mriswring rods could be unleashed in regular blasts of power and so the first of the ‘sticks’ were created. While the Tyrant bided his time and waited his army grew ever more powerful as more of his Mother’s vision came to be fulfilled and his own ideas also revolutionized the Lorenvolk.

Eventually his armies were ready and the Tyrant called up the great forces that he had brought into being and once more marched upon the gods. The other nations upon the world were poorly suited to withstand what was coming and those that stood in his way were obliterated. But final victory was not to be his, for even as his armies drew closer to the land the gods had taken as their own their final judgment was cast upon him.

Their power was unleashed and the world was sundered and split in two. And try though the Tyrant did his power could not undo this act. The gods had removed themselves from the world and taken a large part of it with them. His rage was unimaginable as he had been denied the victory that he had bent all of his existence towards. 

But there had to be a way to reach them, to find this realm that the gods had created in which to hide from him. And so the Tyrant delved deep into the powers that he had inherited and the knowledge that Maev’Sil’Vien had left behind. He spoke with the greatest of his own artisans who had played such a role in the building of the new industry and forging the future for the Lorenvolk. He searched the world that he now controlled for an answer. And in the end he found once, with the power of the ley lines and the proper construct it would be possible to travel between worlds. 

Such was his will that they be constructed and such was done, the great gateways were raised at the loci of power from which the ley lines flowed. The Lorenvolk in their entire splendor marched through these portals at his will and his empire grew ever larger. Even worlds inimical to magic could be changed, forced to harbor the ley lines if enough was poured into them and so his dominion spread. But he has not found the realm that the gods created to hide from him and this is his true objective. 

The first encounter between the Lorenvolk and the arrogant beings known as the Angar Ryllans ended in a bizarre stalemate of mutual destruction. The Tyrants’ legions had invaded a world and begun the process to converting it to serve as yet another stepping stone in the search for the gods when the Angar Ryllans arrived in the system upon their great ships. 

The resulting battle was notable for its oddity, great dragons and constructs powered by leylines and Mriswring fighting a death battle against space ships and other forces of technological advancement in the skies over a world. And it was to be the world that was the ultimate casualty of the encounter, great sticks were built and set up with the power to blaze through the atmosphere itself to strike at the ships in orbit and the Tyrant unleashed the forces of the Mriswring Wraiths, spirits possessing ancient armor, gluttonous vampires of the souls of all they slew upon the Angar Ryllans when they landed. 

This arms race came to end when the world itself was rendered uninhabitable, most of the fleet that the Angar Ryllans had sent to the world had ceased to exist, but so had the army that the Tyrant had poured into the conquest and defense.

However with a new threat that possesses such power the Tyrant has been persuaded to alter his search for the gods into a crusade against the Angar Ryllans. For they are the more immediate threat if not the targets of his ancient grudge.