The Kingdom of the Necromancers, as the name fairly unimaginatively suggests, as a Kingdom ruled by Necromancers – masters of the magic of life and death, raising the undead to do their bidding. Vast armies of skeletons and zombies, supplemented by wights, ghouls, wraiths, specters, mohrgs, and even worse undead horrors, all lurk, secluded in deep vaults, waiting to be unleashed on the world of the living.

And, if the current Archnecromancer has his way, they never will be. For over a century now, Lyrus Serriados has abandoned the ambition for conquest that his predecessors all burned with. The days of the Necrotic Empire are gone, and Lyrus sees no percentage in wars of would be conquest that will go nowhere. With the Knights of the Golden Throne still keeping up their sacred watch since the fall of the Empire, and the surrounding lands now controlled by independent Kingdoms – with Kings and Queens that quite like keeping their thrones, thank you very much – Lyrus instead turned a new and novel strategy: Peace and Cooperation.

While the neighboring kingdoms – even Morvak, the one nominally allied with the Kingdom of the Necromancers – bear no love or trust for the Necromancers of Darkmoon Forest and the Deathwood, all are content to live in peace with the Kingdom, and the Kingdom is content to live at peace with them. Instead, Lyrus satisfies himself with subtle games of influence and maneuver worldwide, and in keeping the famously fractious necromancer-nobility of the Kingdom in line. Never before has the title of Archnecromancer ever truly passed to a blood heir, but Lyrus has plans to change that. The only person in the world that Lyrus truly values over himself is his daughter, born to himself and his wife before they both made the transformation to undead themselves, his daughter is all that he has now, after his wife was killed by a powerful Archmage (who himself died soon after at Lyrus' hand.)

Lyrus has long groomed his daughter to be his eventual successor – though Lyrus fully intends to rule for centuries more, at least. But he is an Elf, and so too is his daughter, and eventually his daughter's mastery of the Dark Arts will be enough for her to also join the ranks of the living dead, still in full control of her mind and body. In the Kingdom, Lichdom is the highest status of all – eternity as a powerful undead spellcaster, powerful magics leaving their bodies essentially perfectly preserved, as if they were still among the living (especially Lyrus, who is infamous even in other realms for being quite vain), but virtually unkillable as long as their phylacteries remain intact.

But until his daughter is at that point, Lyrus will take no chances with her safety, and there has always been a member of the Deathknights, a warrior order bound in service to the gods of death and necromancy worshiped by all in the Kingdom, at her side. Inside or outside of the Kingdom, it matters not.

And in the Kingdom of the Necromancers, with its fractious politics, and culture that glorifies scheming and backstabbing, a bodyguard is always a good thing to have.

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So, in this one, your character plays the daughter of the Archnecromancer Lyrus, and my character is the Deathknight currently assigned to you just recently (given that elves don't even reach adolescence until they're some 80 years old, you've had several assigned Deathknights in the 125 years or so you've been alive. My character would either be male or female, as your preference. The plot would involve the politics of the Kingdom and the lands neighboring it, and the challenges of practicing the Dark Arts, etc. Your character would be 'evil' by standard definitions, and definitely would need to have a certain amorality for this idea to work, but it doesn't have to be uber-dark

Long Ago, this land was ruled by the Tamilkirk Imperium. That has been true for centuries, ever since the coming of the Witch Queen.

No one knows who she was, or what her motive for bringing low the last of the old Empires. The Tamilkirk had survived their great rivals, the Empire of Iredos, whose reigning Wizard-Dukes destroyed themselves in a great magical conflagration. It even survived the Necrotic Empire, whose foul necromancer-nobility fell to internal strife and holy crusade from without. But the Tamilkirk could not survive her. It is said she was once an Elf, but she used foul magics to turn herself into a demon. Her army of orcs, undead and demons took took control of a large portion of the Empire, but even that was not enough. Even as her magics twisted and warped the land she captured into a nightmarish realm known only as The Blasted Lands, the Witch Queen reigned fire and destruction on Minjiara, the capital of the Tamilkirk Imperium. Within a decade, these two blows resulted in the final collapse of the Empire, as rebellion, secession and chaos took even the heartland of the Empire – the Dragonfall River Basin.

All that history is of course academic, to the people of the small, sleepy village of Penderghast. A small farming community on the northern shores of the small Lake Pender, Penderghast doesn't even have 600 souls within it. Life is fairly dull, in Penderghast. Once a year, the tax collectors from the city-state of Medios come through, and occasionally patrols from the Mediosian Army passes through. When help is needed, Medios can always be appealed to, but the people of Penderghast haven't needed to do that in in many years.

But across Lake Pender, the dark secret of Penderghast looms. Over a century ago, it was not Medios that ruled Penderghast, but the family of petty nobility known as House Gleaves. House Gleaves, like all the petty nobles of the region, was overthrown by Medios in the aftermath of the short 'Two Penny War' (supposedly, the Lord Mayor of Medios said those petty nobles weren't worth two pennies, thus the name of the war). But House Gleaves were more than just minor nobles – they let the blood of demons and devils run through their veins, turning to foul magics and fell rituals to grow in power. While House Gleaves may be dead, from time to time, their legacy arrives in Penderghast – the Gleaves family had no qualms about...taking advantage of their subjects, and sometimes, a child with the blood of fiends – a Tiefling – is born. Always there is one or more physical traits that set them apart from normal humans. But Penderghast has always tried to treat each child on their own merits, not letting their unfortunate ancestry color how they are treated. Some succumb to the darkness of their heritage, while others, like Sister Agata, the local priestess of Tyria (the goddess of the Harvest) have gone on to become pillars of the community.

One such Tiefling, now a young woman, has been raised by the village smith and constable, the Dwarf Gardad Norcikid, since a young age, ever since her parents died. But when the village is attacked by demons and cultists, the true legacy of House Gleaves is discovered – a legacy of sin and evil more terrible than ever could have been imagined, and it will take this woman from sleepy Penderghast to Medios, to the ruins of Minjiara – and to the Court of the Witch Queen herself.

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So, in this one, your character is the Tiefling young woman raised by Constable Gardad. You can decide exactly what the nature of her visible manifestation of her ancestry is – Sister Agata (the one mentioned above), for example, has light purple skin, small red horns and eyes that glow with an infernal light. Other Tieflings may look more extreme, with scales in some places, or cloven feet, tails, larger horns, or what have you. Always something a little unsettling, and a little otherworldly. I'll have several characters, male and female, that your character might meet along the way, and your character can 'pick' any of them, and eventually, that one will be my 'main'. This choice can be as easy or as hard as you and your character wants it to be, of course.

Empire of Iredos was founded, almost two thousand years ago, by the twelve apprentices of one of the Greatest Archmages to come out of the Dawning Wars, Dravius Iredos. His power and knowledge was too much for any one normal mage, and so, his apprentices amicably split it, uniting to bring civilization and peace to a land still recovering from a series of wars that had reshaped the world, fought with magics unimaginable to the modern era.

One of the many lands the Empire fought with, as it grew larger and more powerful, expanding for power, wealth and security, even for idealism, was the United Kingdom of Ahlenna, the last of the Elven Nations in this part of the world – for in the aftermath of the Dawning Wars, most of elvenkind fled to their greatest strongholds in the oldest and deepest of forests, such as Ahlenna.

Unlike most of its foes, Ahlenna was never conquered by Iredos. It was forever a thorn in Iredos' side as it expanded southward, bolstering resistance from the local humans Iredos tried to take over. Eventually, Iredos won out, but Ahlenna remained too strong to conquer. But there was one thing that Iredos could do. One of the reigning Wizard-Dukes, Hycantos, undertook a great ritual to destroy Ahlenna. While he did manage to wreak great havoc on Ahlenna, turning part of it into a ruined swamp, and breaking the unified kingdom into the modern realms of Syleria and Iltea, it cost him his life in the process, and still, the elves in the south remained free. They were still too powerful, even divided, to take on, and soon enough, Iredos' attention was forced to a greater threat, the rising Tamilkirk Imperium.

It has been many centuries since Ahlenna was split, and still Syleria and Iltea are intact, bastions of elvenkind, though many elves do live beyond the borders of those lands. But Iredos is fallen, many centuries gone, destroyed after the reigning Wizard-Dukes fell upon eachother in a magical conflagration, the details of which remain unknown.

But Iredan artifacts remain sought after, for in all fields of magic but necromancy, Iredos was unmatched in its day. And the elves of Syleria and Iltea, with the memory of the Iredan threat still looming large in their history, are among those that seek lost Iredan magics.

Deep in the heart of the old Empire's core territory, there sits five Obelisks covered in mystic runes and fairly humming with magical power, their purpose and creation unknown. But in recent months, elven oracles have been seeing them in visions and dreams – and the Legacy of the Wizard-Dukes may be more than mere lost artifacts and political boundaries.

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In this rp, your character is one of those elven oracles, someone with a connection in her dreams to the gods of Elvenkind, visions of future events and the present across the world. Like all oracles, you have no control over when you get the dreams or what they say. As the youngest and newest of the oracles, your visions are the most limited of them all, though of course, they will grow in time. But in trade of, you are still sane and healthy in mind and body (the visions, over time, will drive those that have them insane and make them very physically frail) Dispatched by your superiors to lead an expedition to these Obelisks, and understand what is coming, you meet a strange young human male (my character) who claims descent from one of the Wizard-Dukes of old, also trying to understand these Obelisks.

But darker forces are also interested in the Obelisks and what they represent...for the Legacy of the Wizard-Dukes is a mighty one indeed.

The city of Veldros has been many things in the over 1,200 years since it was founded. First it was a small outpost of the Necrotic Empire, part of the defensive line against the orcs of the Rough Steppes. Then it grew into a major border city, a critical point for trade moving from the Necrotic Empire to the commercial centers in Balfour Desert and beyond.

Then Veldros was the first of the Empire's holdings to truly cast off Imperial rule, when Food Riots drove out the administrators, instituting a radical reformist democracy – that in turn consumed itself in revolutionary fervor and created oligarchy and tyranny. Old established familes with ties to the destroyed old Necrotic Order created aristocratic rule, and then the plutocrats arose to prominense. Veldros has been peaceful, it has been aggressive, it has been isolationist, it has been expansionist.

In the last century or so, Veldros has largely settled down. Its government is a convoluted mess of plutocracy, democracy and aristocracy, and its defining feature is just enough corruption to keep things moving, but not enough to actually be worth putting an end to. In foreign policy, it focuses on controlling as much of the trade into the Balfour Desert as it can, skirmishing with its rival cities Blerren and Orunkol. The rest of its energy is always focused on keeping an eye on the orcs of the Rough Steppes, who raid when disunited, and form massive hordes to lay waste to vast swaths when united. The large and powerful Kingdom of Halrun to the north wouldn't say no to the chance to annex Veldros if the opportunity presented itself, but seems content to let things play out for the time being, its attention focused in other directions.

Inside Veldros, a myriad of cults and philosophies rule – dark mysteries, cults of salvation, ascetics, chaste monks, sacred prostitutes and temples to gods foreign and domestic, good and evil, chaotic and lawful. Most cities have a handful of large, dominant temples and gods, the rest of the deities receiving much smaller focus. In Veldros, no god is dominant, and all religions and cults and orders and philosophical schools all compete for wealth, followers and status. Even the stranger cults have their followings.

Into this theological and philosophical soup steps a young woman cursed by her own heritage – she is the last known member of House Calvian, dissolved for treason and crimes unmentionable when she was but an infant. Too young to be considered culpable even by the Veldran justice system (which is famous far beyond its borders for promoting 'Guilt by Association'), she was raised until the age of 19 by very distant relations out of a sense of familial obligation. But now, considered old enough to fend for herself, she has been cast out onto the streets, lest she taint her former guardians with the reputation of House Calvian.

No matter the wishes of this woman – to live a peaceful life, to overcome the legacy of her family and become a paragon of the community, to indulge in the greatest of evils and carry on her family tradition, it is clear that many others of the factions in Veldros have plans for her as well, few of them pleasant. This woman must find power and allies if she hopes to survive in, or even simply escape from, Veldros, and especially to do even more than that. From the deepest slums to the highest spires, from the strangest cults to the most established temples, the last heir of House Calvian must fight, or she must die.

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So, in this rp, you play the 19-year old last heir of House Calvian, cast out of the home and away from the distant relations that have raised her her whole life, and into the worst slum of Veldros. Soon enough, she discovers that her heritage attracts attention and avarice, ambition and aggression, and must use all she can to survive in this suddenly hostile world.

'My' Character will be several characters along the way, of both genders, and eventually, there would be a point where one is picked and that one becomes my main. But the choice is up to her, based on her personality, interactions, and so on, as some characters become more closely linked, and others drift or flee away from her.