The estate was much more than it had been in the beginning. When Leon and Pfifer initially escaped to the secluded location it was completely hidden, a shroud among the highlands. With its cover blown it had grown exponentially, great walls spanning around the entire perimeter. Several levels spread down over the cliff that it was perched upon. The home resembled a gothic castle more than it did a simple estate these days. Towers stood tall, deathly energies hanging in the atmosphere. A centralized tower- the tallest one, was where Leon often chose to overlook his ongoing conquest. Telara seemed smaller from up there. The summit tower conveniently happened to be the closest place to where the warp flux was. It was not easy to prolong his life after Pfifer had been separated from him. Dark energies constantly circulated through his body, using that spiderwebbed vein scar to steal away his energy. Tug-of-war was constant, Leon fighting to keep himself intact while also drawing energy from the endless ocean of the warp. It was a dangerous game no less, but he had to play it that way.
If she were dead, then Pfifer was most definitely a ghost- and surely haunting him. Being the possessor of a stubborn streak, Leon refused to believe that the woman was dead, however. It didn't feel like it. The cawing of circling ravens was enough to stir Leon away from such thoughts, one of them landing on the mage's extended forearm. Most of the wildlife within Leon's domain had been twisted by the necrotic corruption which spread like a plague. Reanimation was extremely common. Forests of ents awoke, no longer a neutral force. Everything undead in the realm existed to snuff out what still survived, then turn it to their cause. With the power of the warp at his fingertips, Leon felt invincible. It had saved him from certain death, prolonging his vitality. Yearn to feel more power was frequent. Followers of the necromancer knew what the true purpose of his visitations to the summit was. To gain power.
Hunger never waned, even when Leon stopped eating food like a regular, sentient being.
Fingertips attempted to grasp at the sky, like there was something there that no one else could see. Eventually necrotic energy bursted from his fingertips, rushing upwards until something appeared to cease its path. From there it spread out, forcing the warp's flux into an open state. Suddenly, the stream evolved into a roaring river. Energy swirled back downward to Leon's figure, engulfing him as he pulled it from the separate dimension. A massive green luminescence colored the lands and sky for miles on end, painting the world in its color. The first time Leon was exposed to the warp, which resembled the endless chaos of space, it permanently scarred him. The growing spiderweb scar was the only blemish on his perfect skin. Now the exposure was different. Instead of Leon being controlled by the warp of chaos, he controlled it. "It is too late to save me. I cannot be saved from myself." Power expanded, now being sent across the domain of Telara in massive, necrotic shockwaves. Use of the energy in this fashion forced corruption over the lands and invigorated the undead of Leon's armies at the same time. It was not wholly consumed by himself, lest he be destroyed by his own greed for power prematurely. Enough was stored to prolong his life in a comfortable manner, the rest devoted to his conquest. It seemed like devotion, but Leon was just trying to ensure his survival.
A final shockwave expanded outward in all directions as Leon drew in the last portion of energy from this occasion. The after-effect was one of the only times he felt anything anymore. Skin tingled. Hair stood on end as if potent with static electricity. Even Leon's eyes had a certain glow to them while staring off into the distant lands of Telara. It would all be his. When his conquest of Telara was complete he would move on to Brevane and Dusken. No land would be safe from him. What was it like to be alive? It wasn't perfection that Leon sought, more so satisfaction. An ironic goal, as both were nearly as impossible to truly achieve as the other. There was always something more. Something he wanted. Lands had to expand. Control had to remain unwavering. Deep in his consciousness Leon wanted to know Pfifer's fate, whether she be alive or dead. His bitterness laid with the world, the placebo cure to take control of it and bend it to his will. If he controlled the world it could not turn against him. Time was a pressing factor, a motivator if anything. To manipulate the power before it could manipulate him. Leon was already an Ascended- but was there a possibility of ascending further past ascension as it was? If he restored his vitality and trained his vessel could he truly become godlike? Such a quest was a dangerous one. Was it worth it?
"As fate would have it, I am destined to rule these lands. Even the sky heeds my call." Digits extended, whirling with the respective hand. Many miles out above the city of Meridian the clouds rumbled angrily. Darkness grew more potent as green streaks of lightning began to storm onto the landscape below. Rain was torrential, a supernatural inclement with the purpose to destroy. In a circle the clouds turned, centralizing around the city itself. Leon knew the Defiants had mages of their own, but could they stand up to him? Could they protect themselves from the storm that was beginning to rip their precious city to pieces? Leon tested fate. He would become its harbinger if such a thing was possible. Both arms spread wide, tornados meeting the ground in several locations across Telara at the same time.
"Nagash was weak.. witness true power!"
If she were dead, then Pfifer was most definitely a ghost- and surely haunting him. Being the possessor of a stubborn streak, Leon refused to believe that the woman was dead, however. It didn't feel like it. The cawing of circling ravens was enough to stir Leon away from such thoughts, one of them landing on the mage's extended forearm. Most of the wildlife within Leon's domain had been twisted by the necrotic corruption which spread like a plague. Reanimation was extremely common. Forests of ents awoke, no longer a neutral force. Everything undead in the realm existed to snuff out what still survived, then turn it to their cause. With the power of the warp at his fingertips, Leon felt invincible. It had saved him from certain death, prolonging his vitality. Yearn to feel more power was frequent. Followers of the necromancer knew what the true purpose of his visitations to the summit was. To gain power.
Hunger never waned, even when Leon stopped eating food like a regular, sentient being.
Fingertips attempted to grasp at the sky, like there was something there that no one else could see. Eventually necrotic energy bursted from his fingertips, rushing upwards until something appeared to cease its path. From there it spread out, forcing the warp's flux into an open state. Suddenly, the stream evolved into a roaring river. Energy swirled back downward to Leon's figure, engulfing him as he pulled it from the separate dimension. A massive green luminescence colored the lands and sky for miles on end, painting the world in its color. The first time Leon was exposed to the warp, which resembled the endless chaos of space, it permanently scarred him. The growing spiderweb scar was the only blemish on his perfect skin. Now the exposure was different. Instead of Leon being controlled by the warp of chaos, he controlled it. "It is too late to save me. I cannot be saved from myself." Power expanded, now being sent across the domain of Telara in massive, necrotic shockwaves. Use of the energy in this fashion forced corruption over the lands and invigorated the undead of Leon's armies at the same time. It was not wholly consumed by himself, lest he be destroyed by his own greed for power prematurely. Enough was stored to prolong his life in a comfortable manner, the rest devoted to his conquest. It seemed like devotion, but Leon was just trying to ensure his survival.
A final shockwave expanded outward in all directions as Leon drew in the last portion of energy from this occasion. The after-effect was one of the only times he felt anything anymore. Skin tingled. Hair stood on end as if potent with static electricity. Even Leon's eyes had a certain glow to them while staring off into the distant lands of Telara. It would all be his. When his conquest of Telara was complete he would move on to Brevane and Dusken. No land would be safe from him. What was it like to be alive? It wasn't perfection that Leon sought, more so satisfaction. An ironic goal, as both were nearly as impossible to truly achieve as the other. There was always something more. Something he wanted. Lands had to expand. Control had to remain unwavering. Deep in his consciousness Leon wanted to know Pfifer's fate, whether she be alive or dead. His bitterness laid with the world, the placebo cure to take control of it and bend it to his will. If he controlled the world it could not turn against him. Time was a pressing factor, a motivator if anything. To manipulate the power before it could manipulate him. Leon was already an Ascended- but was there a possibility of ascending further past ascension as it was? If he restored his vitality and trained his vessel could he truly become godlike? Such a quest was a dangerous one. Was it worth it?
"As fate would have it, I am destined to rule these lands. Even the sky heeds my call." Digits extended, whirling with the respective hand. Many miles out above the city of Meridian the clouds rumbled angrily. Darkness grew more potent as green streaks of lightning began to storm onto the landscape below. Rain was torrential, a supernatural inclement with the purpose to destroy. In a circle the clouds turned, centralizing around the city itself. Leon knew the Defiants had mages of their own, but could they stand up to him? Could they protect themselves from the storm that was beginning to rip their precious city to pieces? Leon tested fate. He would become its harbinger if such a thing was possible. Both arms spread wide, tornados meeting the ground in several locations across Telara at the same time.
"Nagash was weak.. witness true power!"
Forever?
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
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