Mhorina Sorcha Oighrig

## Pre-transfer History

Mhorina never celebrated her birthday, so it wasn't a date that she cared to remember. The changeling was born to a green hag that left her in the caring chains of Warforged. She was left on the doorsteps of an Orc family and grew up as a slave. Mhorina was lucky enough to show sparks of magic early on which proved her worth. Her family taught her to be a scribe, focusing on illusions and conjuration magic to assist them around the house. By the age of 24, she had managed to become a Majordomo of her family. She was satisfied with the life she had carved there. After all, she was taught might makes right. Being a Majordomo made her quite mighty- but something felt wrong.

Some ghostly assistance would echo out throughout the walls of Warforge. Sleeping guard here- unlocked door there, and she simply walked out. She was free. With some sparks of magic and the clothes on her back, she traveled into the world to figure out if she truly was meant to be a slave when she had such powerful magics.

The next year was a bit of a blur of important events. Mhorina studied under the way of the mind, trying to be a psionic caster. She quickly came across Zagon, a Devil who could transform people into swords and back again, after he destroyed Yoku, who mercilessly turned her first undead bear, who had successfully suplexed another bear down a cliff, into a axe. Through some divine blessing, the axe remained under her control as she fought off Zagon's devil swords. The encounter would make her realize she needs allies if she was to ever achieve the heights Zagon reached. She would fail at this spectacularly hard when she attempted to found the Evil Team in the Magma Kings... which ended up going no where.

Eventually, the sickly woman would find a paladin surrounded by five draconic knights. They were doing something with a Lich ritual, and it tempted Mhorina. After being attacked by the group, Mhorina would teleport with Kairon and Desmond to the Magma Kings. The room where The Crow had lead the Evil Team was the emotional spark needed for her to commit the Lich ritual. She committed Eternal Apotheosis in those caves, transforming into a Lich.

Overtime, Mhorina would find the necessary ingredients to become a Dread Lich. She attempted to summon a Olethrodaemon to her side, which proved fruitless... at first. Instead, she had summoned what the Olethrodaemon truly was, the blood of something far more ancient. Something far more malicious. The Oinodaemon made itself aware to Mhorina, and offered her strength. With a deal struct, Mhorina grew mythical in strength. With new strength, she marched with new allies to murder Zagon. From Zagon's halls, she would raise three Juju Astradaemons who joined her war.

Mhorina would eventually grow so strong with negative energy, she would invent Umbral Apotheosis. She made herself a Shadow Lord. With newfound confidence and strength, she would bind an Olethrodaemon, and an Olethrodaemon Paragon of Death. With each of them summoning Obcisidaemons, she felt confident. She would head the call of Xanar, Outsider of Death, and end up killing him. Shortly after, Gar'zog, Outsider of War, would murder most of the Necromancers in Oustomia. Mhorina would kill him to, not before Gar'zog managed to throw her into the sun. She discovered stars were portals to the positive energy plane, but it was not enough to kill her. She returned to finish the job, shrinking Gar'zog until he popped. Mhorina would happily steal the two skeletons the Necromancers had used to protect themselves from Gar'zog- until she lost one on the way. She would animate the dragon as a Frostfallen Adult Force Dragon.

Mhorina last journey was into the realms beyond creation. She fought monsters that unraveled the universe and swallowed the goddess Tiamat. She helped save Asmodeus, and marched up against the mysterious hooded figure. She became a critical aide in unraveling the puzzle that was destroying reality, undid all of this paragraph. Yet Mhorina remembers watching the gods falling like the stars. Despite being undone, the universe would still collapse on itself shortly afterwards, leaving Mhorina alone to drift... and drown in the deep.

## History

Mhorina rises, unshackled by her chains, impaled through the chest by a monstrous sword covered in chains. Her phylactery in this world has evolved into something else, rebound in a more thematic vessel. She tore out her old phylactery, and began to make her way through the ruins of the Empire, hunting for information about her current situation.

Her dreams were rapidly assaulted by a colorful nightmare, where she was tortured by a Nightmare Dragon. By the end of the encounter, she attempted to teleport the child home to get taught by their parents to assimilate back into Babel, but Magnus saught to end the wyrm before it grew into a problem.

## The Rage of Kanaloa - Phase 1

1,500 Tons of Iron slowly emerged from the sea, their lumbering bodies spewing out a purple and blue flame from where their eyes should be. Freshly crafted heavy ballistae would slowly twitch to life, silently sliding into place. One was as smart as the average man, named Eins. The other was slightly more gifted, named Zwei. The final, Drei, was unfortunately dim. The three titans were waiting just below the water like living land mines. At the word of the mistress they would engage.

Mhorina watched the fighting from above, sitting on top of her great dragon. Several factors were becoming more obvious from this angle. With a quick snap, the Dread Lich dropped a payload of mithral statues from dozens of feet into the air, far behind enemy lines. A quick twist of magic later, and Mhorina was far behind the front, animating her statues with a quick fury of taps. Her Dragon came down like a meteor, casting a mythical storm of vengeance. Almost as fast as they came, the two would vanish, leaving behind the calamity of animated objects and the storm to tear apart

 Mhorina was a skirmisher in the grand scheme of things. Walls falling from the sky to crush foes, aniamated objects ravaging in the back lines, and her dragon swooping down to scoop up elementals. Her biggest hope was to delay reinforcements and soften them up for her primary assault...

That, was when the toxic fumes spewed out of the ocean. The belching of war engines, as three heads marched out. Heavy bolts flew through the air to impale the tide of monsters. The Iron Colossi pulsed out anti-magic fields, turning most attacks against them entirely worthless. They drank the very heat from the air and the elemental, consuming it to repair their wounds. The three giants would occasionally get an air strike from Mhorina, casting a fire spell to heal them as need be.

Mhorina returned to her dragon, diving in to unleash negative energy waves. She was dancing in and out of the fight, creating new Oblivion Oozes to continue the fight in more open areas where they wouldn't hurt their allies, or dropping a hailstorm of mithral weapons to impale many foes- before they vanished and the next wave dropped. Plus when it came to fighting dirty, Mhorina could mass charm groups of fire elementals to start bashing their allies or clump together for the next assault.

Mhorina would laugh, watching from the sky as her minions cleaved and fought their way hard into the fray. Her magical aura was reknitting her and her dragons wounds. This, is where she always felt the most alive. She specialized in controlling a battle field with bodies and weapons. Even if her minions were killed as fast they could be made, she still wasted their time and energy. Every strike, every breath weapon, every claw or talon or fist added to her goal. It was a war of attrition, and who can outlast a Lich?

## Appearance

Mhorina was born as a freakishly tall beanpole of a woman. She stands 6'10, with her most noticeable feature being her orange right eye, and green left eye that glow. Her hair is a light cross between white and purple, which if bleached a little further white would look identical to her skin. She normally wears all of her magical gear, but enjoy to hide away in a thick, raggedy purple cloth that she's had her entire life. Her body is nearly flawlessly smooth due to her form being manufactured, except for a circular scar on her right shoulder where a clown tore her arm off. Mhorina's favorite accessory is a pair of triangular glasses.

## Personality

Mhorina is a charismatic woman who prides herself in her strength and magical abilities. Might Makes Right, and the strong deserves to rule- however Mhorina believes that the strongest thing in the universe is the human soul. Death and Outsiders terrifying her for this reason. Planes that mercilessly melt and wash away the personality and memories of whoever that goes through those pearly gates... Its disgusting. The Dread Lich believes that one deserves to bath in life, use its power, and hold onto themselves as strongly as they can. A strong personality should be cherished and appreciated.

She loves debating people, testing her knowledge and personality against others. She openly flaunts that she's a Dread Lich, using her power for what she believes is the better. However, her lonely nature from growing up as a slave has lead her to desiring pets... which her desire for strength has perverted into her having monstrous 'pets'. She prides herself on telling the truth, feeling that only those who are weak or fearful would need to lie.

## Aspirations

Mhorina hunts for a way to strengthen humanity against the monsters of reality. She does this by strengthening herself, and teaching those who are willing to learn her ways.

She hopes to one day find a way to retain a souls memories, and never allow them to be erased.