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Nightal




Name: Elquein Jaradcel

Rank: Temporary Leader of Nightal*

Race: Dircal

Age: Unknown

Other Info: She is most likely the last of her ancient race. She's a Dircal, a race of near immortal winged humanoids, some say they even have some blood of gods in them. Often mistaken for an angel by mortal people because of her pure white wings and divine presence. She has learned much along her long life. There are only few things in the multiverse she wouldn't know of, and few things she couldn't do. But because of this, the Dircals were hunted by Razakians, a race of demons equally as powerful as Dircals, but far more agressive. They seeked to devour their knowledge, and by doing so, they destroyed the whole Dircal race, except Elquein, who managed to escape the destruction because of her parents. They used their powers to send her here, to the Valley of Wonders, where she has been ever since, aiding several people and groups like Nightal.

*After the disappearence of Nightals last leader, Lurien Silverleaf, Nightal started to collapse, and members begun to disappear, and somehow along the way, she ended up on the throne of Nightal.



Name: Cormac Daemonson

Rank: High Priest of Nightal

Race: Azrac

Age: Over 200 years.

Other Info: "The Cause shall perish, first to die as they were the first to oppose us. It seems that words are wasted on the minions of death and destruction, the only thing they understand is the steel of wrath red with the blood of innocence. For as they say, words are written on paper, but the sword sayd it all."

He is one of the few who have freed themselves from the dark grip of the Cause, and joined Nightal to fight them. More info about this azrac can be found here.



Name: Rhaevo

Rank: Hero of Nightal

Race: Human and 1/4 elf.

Age: 32 years.

Other Info: A brown wizard, that is what he calls himself anyway. Has sometimes been able to show good tactics in combat. Hasn't been very active in the wars since joining Nightaal. More than slaying a couple of assassins. Likes to play around with the so called cosmos sphere. Has some bad experiences because of that. A bad, long scar across his left shoulder and one in the neck. Has worked alot in the forest when he was an apprentice under Radagast. Learned to like wolves alot and often spends time in the frostlings' lands to meet up with wolfpacks. Though Radagast cared too much about the animals and less about anythnig else so Rhaevo had to leave to discover things himself. Curious as he is about people and with alot of free time he has made some powerful friends who have helped him to gain control over a medium sized town. From there he sends out cavalry messengers all the time with letters to folks he know. Blonde hair which is fairly short and sometimes he wears a black cord around the head. Blue-grey eyes with a thin iris. The eyes always seem like they are searching for something. Broad shoulders and of moderate height. Well built since he was in the forest. Still helps building some houses now and then. Has human ears. One doesn't notice that he's partially elf until you hear his music.



Name: Lucifer Lightbringer

Rank: Hero of Nightal

Race: Dark Elf

Age: 200 years.

Other Info: This quiet dark elf is specialized in martial arts and with many different weapons. Rumours say, that he can use anything he can get his hands on as a deadly weapon. He usually carries a magical staff with him that is said to enchance his fighting abilities. Where he got it? No one knows... He doesn't trust anyone, but despite that and the fact he is a dark elf, he aids all who are in need of help. He has just recently joined Nightal, but already has experienced the horrors that we fight against.



Name: Lord "Soulwound" 420

Rank: Nightal Battlelord

Race: Dwarf

Age: Several hundred years.

Other Info: He is one of the oldest and most respected of the Nightal members. In battle, he is a brilliant tactician and a fierce warrior, often wielding a great battleaxe or a gigantic warhammer. And like all dwarves, it takes a small miracle to make this stout dwarf to surrender. Although, sometimes the great amount of ale he consumes makes his mind bit blurry, and thus less dangerous in battle.... He often mentions the grudge he has with a frostling called Mikail, although he never tells why they hate eachother so. He was the king of the old dwarven clan, the Championsof the Crimson Halls, until he disappeared. No one knows where he is, or if he will ever come back. But one thing is for certain, if he ever returns, Nightal will happily welcome him back.



Name: Lurien Silverleaf

Rank: Former Leader of Nightal

Race: Elf

Age: Unknown

Other Info: "Nightaal is a brotherhood dedicated to fighting evil in all of it's guises. We embrace members of all races,from Highman to Orc.Even the Undead are permitted to be members of Nightaal,provided they atone for their past and strive to become defenders of the weak instead of preying on them. Our belief is that no individual of any race is evil,but that the society that they live in shapes their actions.Thus an Orc has the potential for good,just as a Dwarf has for evil. No individual is judged among us based on what their race is,only what they believe in and stand for. Nightaal also believes in an individual's right to self determination.We fight against tyrants of any kind,who seek to enslave others or force them to think as they do. These are principles that guide the guild of Nightaal."

That is what Nightal is about, brotherhood, faith and freedom.

This ancient elf was the second in command of Nightal for a long time, while the Dark Elf Valheru was still amongst us on the Throne of Nightal. After Valheru vanished, he still referred himself as the second in command, although everyone knew he was the leader now. He was a charismatic and a strong leader. Everone gladly followed his orders and fought the Cause side by side with him. Well trained in with his sword, there weren't many who could have bested him in a fair combat. And like all elves, he wasn't helpless when it came to magical arts either. He was a wanderer, he never wanted to stay in one place for too long. And so he travelled much. And as time passed, he was beginning to be a rare site at the halls of Nightal. And now, some say he is still on some journey. Some say he has gone to the Isle of Last Goodbyes. And some even dare to say that he was killed on his journies by the Cause. Who knows.



Name: Valheru

Rank: Founder of Nightal

Race: Dark Elf / Demon

Age: Unknown

Other Info: "...and there she lay, pale and bloodless at my side! Woeful be the path of the elves, said I. Woeful be the path of all who trod this glade, for Nosferatu once-fair love has died, oh she has died.
...midst coffers full and coffins bare, there came the fearsome devil-bat! Red blood, red eyes, and ruddy hair but none more red than two sharp teeth that glistened there..."

From his anger, from his will and determination to fight the evil, the horros of the Cause...Nightal was born. This dark elf, who is said to have demons blood in him, was once a proud member of the Cause, until he had the true enlightment and saw the true evil behind the Cause. So he created Nightal. A group of warriors, who all seek to end the evil that the Cause is. He was a powerful man, well versed in magic as well as in swordsmanship. As strong as his fighting skills were, his mind was even stronger. He breaked free from the chains of the Cause and raised his sword against them. Many gathered around him, many who had seen what evil awaits those who are against the Voice of the Cause. Under his leadership, Nightal won several battles, and thus slowed the plague that goes by the name Cause. Nightal secured lands from all around the Valley and built several strongholds, few of them stand proudly even this day. Like many great leaders often do, he disappeared. Perhaps he grew tired of the battle. Or he left to seek the truth behind his heritage. Nothing is certain when it comes to this mysterius man, except the fact that without him, everyone and everything would be ruled by the Cause today.



Name: Tekk Zero

Rank: Wanderer

Race: Unknown (an amorphous, celestial being)

Age: Unknown

Other Info: Tekk Zero travels the world as a dark rider or as a black cat in a floating pumpkin. Many laugh at him, however, soon regret it when they find themselves defeated. Although Tekk Zero may look evil on the outside, he dedicates himself to peace and the destruction of evil.

This wisecrack was thrown down from the Heavens to the Blessed Continent for a reason unknown to all, but the trickster himself. After exploring the world and acquainting himself with the different races. He joined up with an undead army. It was there he learned about the Cause. Unimpressed with the Cause’s ability to lay destruction on the world, he frequently tried to hamper their efforts. During a fight with a Highman/Archon army in an iced chilled region, he met and defeated a Cause member named Glimi.
Taking a liking to Glimi, Tekk Zero spared the ruined fellow and followed Glimi back to the great azrac city of Tir na' Goth. As it turned out, Glimi was king of the region and Tir na’ Goth was his capital. Tekk Zero became enamored with the great city and made it his permanent abode. Nevertheless, plagues and other famines decimated the desert flower city and all the people died. Distraught over the loss of people he came to like. Tekk Zero released a spell that turned the city's populace to undead creatures.
The people were given to new life, but at a great cost. Tekk Zero could only sigh as the he watched the city dance itself into oblivion. Finally the populace turned the beautiful city into a ruined undead fortress. Afterwards, Tekk Zero decided to leave. Later Tekk Zero found out that the immortal wizard, Yaka, had purposely destroyed the azrac city. Yaka wanted to wipe out the azrac race for failing him and the azrac city of Tir na’ Goth had been no exception. Embittered by the loss of friends, Tekk Zero vowed for revenge.
Shortly later, Tekk Zero met Lurien Silverleaf. Stunned by the charismatic elf's view of life, he immediately took a respect to him. During the encounter, Tekk Zero found out that Silverleaf was part of a great guild called Nightal. Nightal was a guild dedicated to the cause of good and the destruction of the Cause. The latter part interested Tekk Zero and he begged to join the Guild. Silveleaf wary of letting a fiend of darkness into the guild demanded that Tekk Zero become purified. The only way to become purified was through a undertaking a painful quest. No one knows what the task was except Tekk Zero and Siverleaf. The only thing people knew was that Tekk Zero had changed from his old evil ways and became a champion of the Light. With Silverleaf’s disappearance, the celestial being has distanced himself from Nightal. Even so, when Nightal calls Tekk Zero is ready to serve.



Name: Paladin

Rank: Hero of Nightal

Race: Unknown

Age: Unknown

Other Info: "We shall die fighting. But Nightal shall never die. We can't. Where ever you go, the last remnants of good and truth shall fight you. The Cause must not be allowed to succeed. AND IT SHALL NOT."

He was amongst the first who joined Nightal long ago. This righteous man has much power, and it's uncertain if even he himself knows the limits of them. Always seeking justice and aiding those who were less fortunate. He hasn't been seen in the Valley of Wonders in long time, no one knows his whereabouts or anything else about him.



Name: Ne Prophet

Rank: Hero of Nightal

Race: Undead

Age: Unknown

Other Info: "From with in the core of darkness lies the heart of a warrior. Within the shadows where evil dwells sleeps a entombed soul.
Should the @#%$ be great he may awaken. For an eon his rest was peaceful. Evil has crept back upon the land, enslaving all upon its wake.
A voice repeats on their voice "The Voice" guides me, "The Voice is my Will". Wrath tempered upon wrath, Fury folded as a damacus blade..layer on layer.The soul breaks the sleep of ages...and dons the armor of Flesh.
From a rack I draw my Dire Flail of Skulls, to release the corrupt souls of the Evil ones.
Calling out to the Grey Wastes my steed gallops with hooves of flame.
I Stand Ready, My Arm to weild Justice my Soul to grant Honor..

From Darkness I have Come, Into Light I shall lead those who follow my Path."

Not much can be told about this mystery man. He has cheated death, or perhaps death has cheated him. But unlike undead creatures often tend to be, Prophet fights for justice, with the forces of light. He sees things that no mortal can see, and he knows much that one should not know. The Cause tried to get him to join their ranks, but their tricks did not work on him. And now, he is battling against the darkness that is trying to engulf the lands.