Medvhaar Lehn

[Djriacen]

Your history is:
Born of a traditional Drow House, Medvhaar Lehn was the servant 
brother of his ever so unholy sister. Their parents were nobodies, 
typicals who were loyal to Lloth, and she, his sister T'daqa, was on 
her way to becoming a High Priestess. That meant the Lehn name may 
actually carry some weight amongst the Drow for once. He was abused, 
as per usual of the traditional male, and sheltered from any modern 
philosophies that arose after the Xymerrian destruction (his family 
had relocated to Maelbrim before he was born and were followers of the 
old ways). Regardless, he didn't know much about the religion (nor 
did he care) and mostly used their worship time to practice 
incantations from the Hourglass Clan hall in his head. He hadn't 
strictly denounced Lloth, but what good would him praying to her do? 
This went on for 300 years. It took him that long, in fact, to teach 
himself how to correctly recite his first spell. It just so happened 
to be an invisibility spell (he never did find out who left that 
spellbook page in the basement..) that proved to be quite convenient 
when the voices started talking to him. They were quiet, at first, and 
would have him misbehave in menial ways. Often leading him to a nice, 
long flogging or light waterboarding, but nothing too obscene until 
the night they convinced him to kill his family. If they were to die 
he would become free as the wind blows, or so they said. Their bell 
tolled their doom at 8am, Sixday the 36th of Death, 2276 PC. He 
watched his cruel parents bleed out and left T'daqa poisoned, slowly 
defecating away into a dehydrated death. That was the most shameful 
punishment he could conceive for his torturous mistress of centuries 
passed. He'd slowly wandered through Maelbrim, the invisibility spell 
cloaking him in an arcane blanket of safety, until he found the 
Invoker's Guild. He'd had plenty of money (well T'daqa did anyway, but 
hey, finders keepers) and quickly paid the entrance fee. He'd finally 
become his own man, determined to master the arcane. He was as free as 
the wind blew. Well, he and the voices, anyway..
 
Years passed and Medvhaar steadily rose in the ranks of Despiar 
(having been convinced by his voices to join), eventually becoming a 
feared Warlock in the Nexian forces. His Demons had conquered every 
Crusader in the Lands yet the voices wouldn't stop. They were never 
satisfied. Deceit was a clear necessity during this time, as he had 
believe that Lloth was responsible for the disappearance of Volgathras 
and he was now surrounded by those loyal to the Spider Queen. Seviks, 
the servant of Death, would feed Medvhaar to Lloth in a heartbeat, or 
so the Warlock believed, and Teshix, the Priest of Lloth, would no 
doubt love to gain favor by sacrificing a disorderly Male. Medvhaar 
felt alone, much like the basement years, and decided to play on his 
wit to succeed by joining the ranks of the Pandemonium. This is where 
he met his closest companion, Rachel. She was a curious creature, a 
Dragon with the power to transform into a Humanoid, albeit clumsily, 
and proved to be the one confidant he truly had. Medvhaar quickly 
became a Master Conjurer of the Pandemonium but could never manage to 
free the Demons within his own head. Years more passed, with Medvhaar 
assuming all along that he was destined to free Volgathras from Lloth, 
unaware entirely that the Demon Prince's souls had merely been 
scattered about. Devious plots were seen through to lessen the 
influence of the Knight's and help keep the unending Night from 
turning to day. He'd stolen supplies, slandered the Knight name, given 
them back, confused the reputation of the Nexus, and, finally, learned 
of the truth about the Demon Prince. Some unknown force, presumed to 
be Demonic in nature - surely Chaotic - granted Medvhaar visions of 
Bloodlord's passed. These helped the Warlock to piece parts of history 
together and, as a byproduct, start to unravel the secret meaning of 
Chaos. Kesh'han, he eventually learned, was a direct descendant of 
Volgathras' own daughter. The Resh'hal Lord of Battle taught Medvhaar 
about the true nature of Chaos. Medvhaar's interpretation of these 
concepts freed him of any moral guilt he'd had from murdering his 
family. His Demons were a part of him and to fight them, no matter 
their origin or purpose, was to fight natural selection. To the 
Warlock Chaos was freedom. Chaos was choice. Chaos was home.

Your purpose is:
Medvhaar's goals are simple: restore the Bloodstone so that the 
natural order of Chaos may ensue and, by any means necessary, keep 
sowing. He serves the Demon Prince unquestioningly, having become 
obsessed with the ideologies preached by those devout to the cause. In 
Medvhaar's eyes, the true meaning of Chaos is equal and opposite 
reaction which heeds true absolution. The Nexus is a stepping stone 
and means of Power should he need to use it and, as such, is not 
something he prioritizes. His ultimate success would be reassembling 
Volgathras and ripping what control Lloth has on his soul away from
the Demon Matron.

Your personality is:
Medvhaar, the once shy and quiet slave, has grown to become adaptive 
to his situation at hand. One moment he may agree with you and the 
next, being the erratic servant of Chaos he is, may flip should he 
decide you contradict the nature of how things should be according to 
his beliefs. He is violent when he needs to be, kind when it suits the 
plan at hand, and has been known to even feed the hungry (when the 
Nexus had too much influence). To attempt to calculate his next move 
would prove very difficult as he rarely speaks whole truths, instead 
allowing his stories to be fluid, ever changing strategies relative to 
the latest outcome. Medvhaar trusts one creature, a Dragon named 
Rachel, for she has been the closest thing to him since before his 
Chaotic enlightenment. His feelings for her can best be described as 
love, for love is something naturally volatile and there is very 
little he wouldn't do for Chaotic immersion, especially if it means
falling head over heels..
 

Journal 1:

 

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||  The quill and parchment seem to be my only refuge from the ||
||noise. My Benefactor - its self-proclaimed title - becomes   ||
||more loud and demanding by the day.. I cannot seem to isolate||
||one voice from another anymore. They talk in unison, creating||
||a tumultuous confluence of chaotic instruction that is all   ||
||but impossible to ignore.. Sometimes I wonder if it is myself||
||acting out this life or my Benefactor as I sit idly behind a ||
||conscious veil, observing complacently the reenactment of its||
||sinister and sometimes amusing will. Ill admit my stomach no ||
||longer churns over this misrepresentation of freedom I was so||
||keen on liberating myself into. I become more and more numb  ||
||to my reality every day, not so unlike the years spent under ||
||Tdaqa and her torturous holy lessons. Have I simply left a   ||
||life of denial for another? Is it odd that I miss them, my   ||
||parents and sister? Was I better off devout to the Queen and ||
||simply accepting my namesake, bloodline, and traditions? Can ||
||I even ask these questions without ink? I dont think I can.. ||
||My head aches and my Benefactor is calling.. I have no time  ||
||to Despair..                                                 ||

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Journal 2:

 

 

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||  It had been quiet for three years.. I became a Nexian Warlord||
||and killed Dranthos, lead armies, personally, to the Castle. It||
||was the night of Deakons ritual that they began over, telling  ||
||me that the work was not finished. But what work? Hadnt I done ||
||it? Freed myself. Became a slave again. Freed the Demons that  ||
||had been captured by those Crusaders. As it turns out I believe||
||that I am possessed. The voices were not a mental break from my||
||abusive upbringing but instead something else entirely. Through||
||my studies with the Pandemonium I can conclude that it is not  ||
||Moloch, Miscreant, Gromel, or Nygotha. I found what I believe  ||
||is a statue of Moloch.. It smelled like Goblins. Miscreant is a||
||Demon I frequently conquer in conjuration, and both Gromel and ||
||Nyogtha are of no use to me. Who, then, speaks? Who convinced  ||
||me to kill my family? I miss the ease of duty, chore, and those||
||lonely nights with my thoughts.                                ||
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|| My counterparts, Seviks and Teshix, have proven useful, in a  ||
||way, but it is clear they believe themselves to be more than   ||
||they are. Neither have had exemplary efforts with regard to    ||
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||conquering these Knight lands, with Teshix looking for toes and||
||Seviks claiming to be paramount in the plans of the Shadow King||
||and its darkness, unaware, I imagine, that he, too, is a pawn. ||
||We are all pawns, playing this game of chess like cheap, corner||
||store Grandmasters who want nothing more than to look into a   ||
||mirror and see greatness. I need only listen to my thoughts as ||
||they arent my own.. The parchment is once more my solace from  ||
||the screaming, laughing, and orders.. I will continue to obey, ||
||and as my conjuring abilities are honed I will free you Demon..||
||If not only for my own return to that coveted silence or the   ||
||sweet liberation of Death..                                    ||
||                                                               ||
||                 - Medvhaar Lehn                               ||
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Journal 3:

 

 

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||  I retreat once more into the peace of parchment - Dranthos  ||
||is dead. I am not entirely sure what happened but I feel this ||
||proves the falsity of his God - my prayers were not ignored,  ||
||they were simply in vain, sent to nothing. That should make   ||
||me feel good but it does not. I had hoped he would be the man ||
||to free me. Now I see that I must do it myself.. I am in the  ||
||unique position of having mastered the available Demons that  ||
||are associated with the Fortress. In my few years studying in ||
||some of the darkest places imaginable, I have surpassed every ||
||single Conjurer and Warlock the Fortress has trained. I must  ||
||admit that Tdaqa abusing me for those horrid three centuries  ||
||has turned me into quite a perfectionist. Quite the student.  ||
||Quite a Demonologist. It is clear now more than ever that some||
||Demon has occupied my soul. It is my opinion that this beast  ||
||is controlled by Lord Volgathras itself in an attempt to take ||
||back control over the Fortress from the Spider Queen. This has||
||proven to be a most disruptive existence for me as my soul has||
||been sworn to Lloth by my family, but my mind screams for the ||
||true Demon Lord. Chaos ensues inside me, like a raging whirl- ||
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||wind that threatens to destroy everything.. these cold nights ||
||help me to keep my wits about me. To stay.. grounded. I have  ||
||decided to try and conjure the Demon from my mind that I may  ||
||speak with it to find out its origins and what it is that it  ||
||wants. I owe it, in part, some gratification for seeing to my ||
||liberation from that family, but I can not honestly say which ||
||fate is better: the ease of routine, knowing what to expect,  ||
||or being torn between the two most prominent sources of Chaos.||
||At this point Ive all I need for the conjuring but one item...||
||I require something that entices it - something rare, magic,  ||
||and pure.. the soul of a Unicorn comes to mind but I have yet ||
||to discover where to search. I will find you, Lord Volgathras,||
||and no Spiders are going to stop me..                         ||
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||                   - Medvhaar Lehn                            ||
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Journal 4:

 

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||  I no longer trust Seviks, if you can call the understanding  ||
||we had one of trust, since his visit to the Pyre. Communication||
||has grown sparse and he seems to withhold more information than||
||before.. I will have to redefine the paradigm within which we  ||
||relate - no longer trusting him with insights into Volgathras  ||
||and my growing plans.. I had once hoped to use him as an over- ||
||seer in the conjuring of my occupant but that now seems quite..||
||irresponsible. I will have to go at this alone, once more..    ||
||Perhaps giving him the charge of overseeing Deakon, Iliviir,   ||
||and the Caomhnoiri scheme will give me the space I need to work||
||and, if I am lucky, distract him from the.. real task at hand. ||
||He can still be used but requires less responsibility with the ||
||things I have in motion.. I can wait to have him killed.       ||               
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||          - Medvhaar Lehn                                      ||
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Journal 5:

 

 

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||  I have been mistaken about many things: from Lloth to the ||
||Demon Prince, from my friend to Rachel, from the Bloodstone ||
||to those that lead before me.. I have stumbled upon sites of||
||great historical relevance that, should I utilize well, will||
||provide me with the answers I seek.. To start, Volgathras is||
||not in trouble but split - his countless souls separated out||
||in Aabahran. Lloth was simply capitalizing on the boredom of||
||the Demon Prince, not trapping him. Secondly, Morlhach died ||
||with Thulgan and is not, then, the killer from Maelbrim - a ||
||killer who has a fragmented piece of the Volgathras puzzle, ||
||and, combined with the fragment of this Monster that I have ||
||let into the Fortress, may be the key to reconstructing our ||
||Demon Prince and the Bloodstone, fueling, once more, the    ||
||tides of Chaos. I must now vet the new servants of Chaos and||
||assemble them so. A few who come to mind are Seviks, Deakon,||
||Gulacant, Mammonicant, Subjugant, Dementant, and Umbricant. ||
||We will see what fun we are able to stir up and, if lucky,  ||
||find the Killer and Monster..                               ||
||                                                            ||
||  As to my occupant, I have come to the conclusion that it  ||
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||is similar, if not the exact same, as to that who Thulgan   ||
||defeated many centuries ago. The same Demonic General who   ||
||attempted to dethrone the Demon Prince but was banished by  ||
||the Bloodlord.. I would be lying if I said that the thought ||
||of confrontation did not excite me - we shall see what lies ||
||in store for myself and this intruder..                     ||
||                                                            ||
||                - Medvhaar Lehn                             ||
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Journal 6:

 

 

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||  Enlightening truths seem aplenty these days.. Order vs.   ||
||Chaos - Death vs. Life - everything in between.. As it turns||
||out, each of these things are vital - all coalescing as One ||
||to create the stars and, in a confluence of Chaotic tumult, ||
||eventually free will and, if we're quite lucky, us. It seems||
||in my attempt to escape my kind I've quite ignorantly used  ||
||their most obnoxious attribute against myself: arrogance. It||
||was the stifled mind of a child, locked for centuries inside||
||a basement, who couldn't grasp the true meaning of Life:    ||
||Freedom. I'd sought it, disillusioned by passion and hatred,||
||torn by servitude and unable to grasp the sheer gravity of  ||
||the power of Choice. Fitting, then, that the blood of Him,  ||
||the Demon Prince Volgathras, should truly enlighten me. I   ||
||have Keshan to truly thank - dim as his methodology may be. ||
||I slew Tdaqa, Mother, Father. I made a choice and blamed the||
||murders on something else - deciding to absolve any sort of ||
||credit for my own liberation. I've enslaved myself over and ||
||again with hesitation, fear, and doubt, often veiling my own||
||eyes from the truth that presents itself so obviously before||
||me: Loyalty begets Betrayal - Love begets Hatred -Confidence|| 
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||begets Fear. All things MUST be, that will never change. The||
||Kesh'han preaches Inner Peace in a painting whose colors are||
||omniscient, each depending on one for the other, unable to  ||
||escape their true nature. He will always love blood and war,||
||and, perhaps, that IS his peace. The duality dancing their  ||
||Tango of Chaos within his soul. He is learned, after all..  ||
||My Choice is Freedom. My Choice is a beautiful Chaos. My    ||
||Choice is Volgathras - you cannot enslave this Drow, Lloth, ||
||for I am truly Free.                                        ||
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||                - Medvhaar Lehn                             ||
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This is Medvhaar Lehn. To start this deletion post off, he was my first level 50 character in over two years. I'd rolled plenty of prospects but they were never out of a story I'd had in mind, just idle leveling things to pass the time. Medvhaar was the first I'd really thought out before hand and, being I'd always wanted to try an Invoker Reaver (after having married one on a former character), I decided to give it a shot. I'd never had a caballed Invoker that I'd invested in before so thought that it would be a great challenge. Despite what my enemies might think, the road to PK success was not easy with Medvhaar, as it never is with my characters (I tend to gravitate towards cabals who need help rather than those that are dominating) and I was essentially the only Nexian at the time who could fight the Knights back. It wasn't long before my PK knowledge caught the attention of other vets who played. 

Anume edit: And some bad stuff happened from all sides involved. Let's not peel the scrab out off of old wounds guys.

 

The errant soul of Volgathras' to occupy Medvhaar was PRIDE. 

Keeping those OOC points that drove me away from playing the game again in mind, please note that my return to the game happened to coincide (by luck) with Volgathras' return. As we all know he had been gone for a long time, I had no inkling that he was returning and just went with an RP idea that I'd had (I had originally just wanted to give Lloth a hard time). I didn't even know until I became a Soulbearer (Medvhaar was tasked with finding Volgathras' errant souls to resurrect him) that he WAS back and my plot line could actually work out. Regrettably, my experience was ruined, in part surely due to my having been too "sensitive" by the lashings, but also not. We should not have to endure the passive aggressive behavior like that above. That's not why we play games, that's not why we RP.  I write this because of the things I experienced with Discord and the things I hear are still going on with it, and because, frankly, Medvhaar was too good a character to just leave behind without explanation.

 

Shout-Outs:

 

Seviks - Anume: they first got along and then not. Let's leave it at this.

Keshan - You were amazing. The insight into your inner voice was incredible and I'm sorry that I disappeared, it's my biggest issue with FL. Once immersion has fallen off, I quit.

 

Dranthos - I know the fights were hard, and Medvhaar was hard to talk to. I hope these journals and history shed some light as to why. You were a very tough fight and I had to be fast to capitalize. 

 

Rynon - How many times did I try to grab that book? 😛 Our talks were some of the best.

 

Lloth - Holy moly, we hated each other. It was great and, though our sessions were few and far between because of the relationship, they were always very rich. You're a true asset to the game.

 

Rachel - I named this character after my wife and caricatured (evilly) my favorite of her mannerisms and whoever (I assume Anume) played her in the RP sessions really paid attention and utilized it well. Thank you.

 

Volgathras and Anume - I'm sorry, guys. I should have just bounced back but couldn't bring myself to log-in again.

 

 

[Twinblades713]

Sorry you had a bum time. You made waves quickly, loved this character. Seemed like there was quite a lot of infighting (can be expected in Nexus). I had a lot of the same experiences, being mostly alone. Nexus is a lonely life, but has some of the BEST RP opportunities. Grats and hope you decide to come back eventually... we all know we're stuck here. Well done. I didn't know a LOT of this history, I'm glad you released it. This entire post was fascinating to read and I definitely didn't know how deep Medvhaar was until now.

[Anume]

A very interesting and really strong character. 

 

I am still locking this threat do avoid having to put out more flames. It was not a good showing from the PLAYERS of several CHARACTERS. However, let us not re-open scrabbed-over wounds at this time. If you guys want, the staff will accomodate a moderated discussion with all persons involved (imm of your choice).