Kargesh, ah...A story long forgotten. Before our world ran on steam engines, oil, before we were even created. A world called Dra'gar existed. Beautiful landscape. Orcs lived there, and the one we speak of is the legend, Kargesh. Before we continue I suppose you should know what an Orc even looks like. Orcs stand tall, their skin ranging from a reddish brown to a gray pale color. Large and brutish, they are formidable opponents. Travelling in clans, Kargesh lived with the Shadow Skull clan. Known for their dark magic and brutish ways. Kargesh was a warrior, his waraxe his best friend.
Kargesh never understood the dark magic, but he would soon know it's power...With the Elven War, a war fought between the proud elemental elves and the Orcs, came other clans whom tried to band together to fight, but the Shadow Skull Chieftain wouldn't do it..Kargesh despised him for it, for Kargesh was honorable. Kargesh even looked it. His skin, gray and pale, his orange eyes, and his massive axe. In moonlight, he looked like a hero. Kargesh went to confront the Chieftain about banding with the other clans.
"Lord Cal'then, we must join the others for if we don't...We'll all die." Kargesh pleaded, his deep voice raspy.
"Kargesh...You know nothing...but. I can show you all the answers" Cal'then looked to Kargesh.
"KNEEL!"
Kargesh did so, his black hood covering his eyes. Cal'then walked over to him, ripped Kargesh's hood off and stared at him in the eyes.
"You shall see..." Cal'then grabbed Kargesh's arms. "You will become a force of shadows, we won't need to worry about this war with you...My gift."
Kargesh raised his head, screaming in pain, dark magic bursting into his veins and dark fire scorching into his eyes, blinding him. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" He screams, his last breath of living. He falls to the floor of the hut, his eyes gone and replaced by blue orbs, his skin gray and seeming to decay.
"Shame it came to this Kargesh.." Cal'then says as he moves to leave the hut, thinking Kargesh to be dead.
You see. Kargesh was honorable and did not like dark magic so Cal'then decided he must be put in his place...the spirit realm, but little did he know, Kargesh is much more powerful than he thought.
Kargesh gasped awake, his eyes still in a fiery pain, his whole body felt as if it was broken, blinded and broken, Kargesh stood. His eye sockets were scorched, his skull showing from under the broken skin. He spoke but his voice...his voice was twisted and demonic. "What...Am I? What happened to me?" Kargesh looks at his hands noticing scars and bone. "How am I even alive?" He held his hand to his chest. No heartbeat. "Impossible" Kargesh stood. His knees creaked. "Am I dead?" Kargesh remembers a story of undead warriors. "Don't tell me.." He stumbles but manages to find a piece of cloth, he wraps it around his now blue orbs for eyes. "Is all this because I wanted to join the other clans?" Kargesh tries to walk out of the hut, weak from his now undead body he continues to stumble.
"I...I can't be..It's a legend. But. How do I not have a heart beat and I am still walking?" Kargesh seems to be gaining some vision. "How? I have this cloth..." He stops, hearing a whispering in his head.
"Kargesshhh....You are now one of us....Undead....." The voice cackles at his demise. "Your eyes have been destroyed...The vision you have currently is called Spectral Vision. You can see what others can't, spot what the normal eye wouldn't. Your senses are much higher than before, you'll notice."
Kargesh looks around and finds his axe. The axe he called "Warbringer" is now covered in strange runes that are glowing green. The voice comes again
"You have been given the powers of uuuusss....Now...Use them...Use your necromatic powers..."
Kargesh grips the axe with a tight squeeze. "This clan is done..." Kargesh storms from the hut slaying those that approached him. "Necromatic?" He looks to one of the bodies and mumbles an old spell he read in a book. The body rises, it has the same blue eyes as Kargesh. It charges into battle. "So...tis true then." Kargesh gives a devilish smirk and leaps, hacking and slashing until the whole village was slain. A now ruthless killer Kargesh laughs as he kills. "SUFFER MY FATE! The world will be consumed..You are all damned" Kargesh again unleashes a huge laugh, looking to his undead companion, he hacks it's head off. "Pathetic" The village burns and Kargesh walks off. One survivor remained within the village. The fabled warlock. Felgarn. Felgarn liked the display of power Kargesh had. He knew he would have to some how gain control of the Undead Orc. As a warlock he could do just that with charms. Felgarn began to follow Kargesh to wherever he went and even watching him with dark magics. He wanted Kargesh's power for himself. His voice dark and rasp. "Kargesh...I'll find the time to claim you as my servant...I'll be sure to make you bound to me as a loyal servant." Felgarn moved his hands, green fire being made. "This should do..." He speaks as he places it on a pile of dry wood. "Kargesh, I'm sure won't be going very far..." The moon lights the landscape. "Good night, Dra'gar" Felgarn shuffled in his black warlock robes, his dark staff sitting next to him, he stares into the fire. "He'll be a complete outcast for his gift. He is still honorable and needs family...I'll take him in somehow....AND HE WILL SERVE ME!" Felgarn leans on a tree. "Soon Kargesh, Soon."
