Decay: the story so far..
the long and painful story of Decay begins in a land were most if not all living things end, a place between time and space, a place the ancient race of men has dubbed 'The End' for fairly obvious reasons, but its roots go deeper, yes a darker place than the end lies through a portal between times' time and space's space. he was once a member of an ancient, and isolated race of creatures without gender, without evil. they were gods among men, elves, falmer, and beasts alike. not much is known of the original name of 'its' story, the name given to him by his followers and creatures who are to fear him only know this being as one name, Decay, The Witherer also known as Decay, The Death bringer. but it is not as it seems, Decay is not inherently evil, he has reasons for the things he does no matter how morbid or even 'evil' as they seem, but alas, we are going very much off track, so... lets start at the beginning of the beginning......... Decay lived in a village on the outskirts of the outer islands that belonged to the peaceful, and yet wise Empire of Písti, Písti was governed by The Dragon, the wisest of the beings now only known as The Endfolk, which Decay is the last of... but we'll get to that part later, Decay's Village's name has been lost to the ages much like the original name of Decay, not even the location of the site is known, all that is known of Decay and his people is that he was interested in the dark, and forbidden art of Withering, known as necromancy by men, and thánatos by elves and Falmer... his Family was less than disappointed and for this, by the time he was at the young age of 134, he was disowned and, banished even further into the tiny floating rocks spanning the endless, black void. he was free to practice his art in his small hut, but still missed the smell of fresh-harvested Chorous Fruit, and longed to see his Family again. this was, until one day... an idea sparked in his mind, he believed that if he were to bring back the first king, Igétis to life, he could get the approval of the Písti Empire, and most importantly, to him at least... his family. but, fate had different plans in mind for Decay, and upon Awakening, Igétis had become mad, insane even, for he did not belong in this world, he made the instant choice to enter the kósmos and take over the world of men. after this the Písti Empire Banished Decay into the world of the dead, known as The Nether by elves, and Hell by Men...... meanwhile, in the kósmos the Mad Dragon King was killed by the Human king known by the name of ilíthios of Umbar he had figured the Dragon was the Current king of the Endfolk and decided they were weakened, crippled even... he decided not only would he conquer his world, but time and space as well... he marched upon the ancient stronghold of ischyrós and descended into the end, the Endfolk put up great resistance, for when he arrived he had come in error, there was still a king in the end! despite his disadvantage, they eventually crumpled under his war-hardened army of trained killers. simultaneously in the nether, Decay understood what he must do, and collected the few, but needed materials required to raise the dead, he was going to raise himself from the underworld, despite being not dead... The place was too warm, and too harsh for him... he was used to the Freezing temperatures of endless void. but alas... much to his dismay, it took him 450 years to escape his prison... and when he returned 'home' all was not as expected... his home and his families home had been reduced to rocks from the endless winds of the end, the only remnants of what had been the Písti Empire lied in piles of bone and ash, a tethered flag hung of the city, Umbar... for this, Decay went on a Rampage... he then killed the city, and every man on it, leaving the women widowed, and all children without a father, he then took his claim to the throne of Umbar, and there he has sat... for hundreds of years he has sat distraught, making sure the farmers provided food for families... providing work for those without jobs, for the life of a man was a mere blink in the life of any Endfolk, realizing he is the last of his kind, he cares for nature and all creatures, because of this he allowed umbar to become overgrown, wild animals moved in. any inhabitants of umbar grew to love these animals, as so did decay, but Decay HATES mankind, it is unlikely this will ever change, for mankind led to the extinction of his once great and Regal race of gods among men.
It had been 655 years since Decay had seen any creature of his own, he had become a Legend, a Myth even. stories had been told of an evil deity... living within the overgrown ruins of Umbar. these stories would almost flatter decay if it weren't for one crucial detail. Decay, unlike others before him... was truly divine. you see, when most creatures of the world claimed to be of pure heart, they would announce it openly. white robes... auras of light and mystics. Decay, however... is different, for it is the Morning Star that glows bright in glory within the endless clouds of dark matter that pose the greatest threat. a truly divine being is the humble - seemingly insignificant creature by the road asking for spare coin. aside from the terror decay and his "druids" as they had come to be called, instilled within the hearts of those with greed and arrogance. decay had became capable of building a treasure hoard, and built a Vatican he did, this is where he kept knowledge of the wise, and artifacts of the great, safe from raiders and other such ilk. until one day, an elven king was born by the name of elpída, he was said to be the chosen one... destined to discover all secrets of the world and become the ruler of a nation, many strongholds of elpída had been built in the sea, sands, and even realms of the dead in his name, it was by the time Decay had tasted his fill from war, arrogance, and greed that elpída grew greedy, bold, and arrogant stating "who is he, that is afraid of myth!? are we all cowards?" the counsel of the wise had warned him of the terrors that had lied within the city of Umbar. "its a dangerous thing, wandering the grassy courtyards of that place" they had said, but elpída did not listen, like a fool he carelessly took a caravan of Llamas and Mules to steal The Witherer's treasures... the city had seemed like a ghost town, completely abandoned, but much to elpída's dismay, it was far from so... it had became nightfall and the Party's steed's had become tired... so a fire was lit, and some simple beef was cooked, elpída's personal guard, lógos had decided to take first watch for the night... he was terrified by the Bone-Chilling vex-like sounds coming from just beyond the darkness, lógos even claimed he could see sinister spectral eyes peering at him through the darkness, but nothing could have prepared lógos and his king for the terrors awaiting them by day break....
