AnonOverlord

## Prelude

This text is an amalgamation of all that is known about Aurnalis Ansolearii, the information collected here is a combination of scripture found within the past 137 Years, (ACS), and a very limited amount of intelligence collected from the various ancient scrolls found near the Phagorian Sea. Therefore, some of the current knowledge that lies on this text may be found to no longer be accurate to what is currently known about this figure. However here are the established facts.

* He is currently residing within the Empire of Bardonia, inside of the capital city, "Dorasterrock". Within the abandoned and dilapidated, old district.
* His intentions have been made clear within the past century and a half. To re-unite with his father, and to defeat a false god by the name of, The Rat King. In order to restore a form of clarity to know that the one who has slaughtered his companions is finally been put to a grizzly end.
* Though his primary goal is to put an end to all gods on Rathnir and Eldham. A secondary goal to retrieve the eyes of his father are also extremely necessary in his plan for the future.
* A very important topic, is that he is responsible for a vast number of deaths due to his affiliations with the underground organization known as, The Grey Banner. A highly well-known terrorist organization that was known for conducting the collapse of various nations, the most well known of which was the Helmian Federation.
* Finally, and the most prominent fact is that he is related to the ancient deity, Skotos. In many cases, it is believed this is the father he is always rambling about when he mentions his various plans.

## Aurnalis Ansolearii

The remains of Aurnalis' rotting carcass.

### Aliases

AnonOverlord, Anon, Crisped, The Firstborn

### Affiliations

The Bardonian MilitaryThe Order of the Scarlet King

The Apostles of Skotos

The Grey Banner (Formerly)

## Biographical information

### Occupations

Bardonian Warrior, Archivist, Akesor (Formerly)

### Titles

Keeper of the Crypts, Plaguewalker, Prince of Hemorrage

## Player information

### First Joined

October 27th, 2021

With the facts out of the way, we will begin to speak about his peculiar origins. Starting with how his life had begun long ago.

A millennium ago, a child was born with a very odd birthmark on his sternum, and an unusual pair of crimson eyes. The chambers of the Ansolearii palace echoed with the cries of the newborn. Unfortunately, the mother passed away after the injuries sustained from the birth of her son. Nobody, not even the closest relatives of the Ansolearii woman knew how the baby was conceived, or even whom the father was. The entire ordeal was a complete mystery to everyone involved, the only hint was a brand placed upon the back of the deceased woman. A majority of the family began exiting the room, yet her younger brother decided to stay, he made a vow to watch over her son.

However as her corpse lay limp, her body ran cold, the brand on her spine began to dissipate rapidly, fading into the skin. A cold presence washed over the room, a feeling that they were being watched was subtlety apparent. Yet the only one to observe this event, was the brother of the woman.

As Aurnalis grew older, he was raised by his uncle who saw him as his own son. As seen in some ancient paintings and sculptures with them posed side by side. Under his uncle's wing, he began to train within the art of swordsmanship. A tradition passed down from one generation of the family to the next. Most notably his Grandfather being the greatest swordsman of his time. Though occasionally, he was taught basic archery incase he ever wanted to go on the royal hunt for big game such as Elk.

By the time that Aurnalis was in his later teenage years, he had achieved full mastery of the blade. Finally being able to defeat his Uncle in a duel, he had finally accomplished a feat that he could be proud of. Yet even after completing such a task, a thought still lingered in the back of his mind. A faint curiosity that soon would lead to a life-altering event.

This concept was that he was rather unsure of who he truly was. From a young age, he had not a clue of what his mother or father looked like, just that one had died very early on within his existence. He pondered for hours, which turned into days, and soon into months. The only subject he could conjure in his mind, was about his very identity. So he began a search that could finally put his mind at ease. He went from family member to family member, asking various questions on the topic. When this led to no avail, he shifted his focus to the many corners of the palace, hoping that he could at least find a small clue as to what happened. He had nearly renounced his search until he had stumbled upon a cracked floorboard, under which, was a long forgotten cellar, covered in debris and dust that were a result of the location being hidden for such a long time.

He began grasping the handles of the cellar door and trying his best to reveal the secrets below. The entrance refused to open. He searched the room around him and eventually found an item that could aid in his predicament. After using the item to open up the cellar, a dark, dilapidated corridor was revealed, a small gust of ancient wind blew through the halls of the palace. He began to step into the mysterious complex.

After aimlessly walking down the many, seemingly endless corridors. Aurnalis suddenly came to a halt, he raised his head toward the horror lurking in the dark. He stared at a matte-black obelisk, it gazed back. The anomaly was fitted with deep crimson writing that fails to match with any modern language. A wave of unease and uncertainty washed over him. Yet seemingly for no reason, his mind began attracting him to the monument. Step after step, the strain on his mind grew, yet when he was put face to face with the obelisk it ceased entirely.

Upon closely inspecting the object, he discovered a hand imprint placed toward the center of the monolith. For a moment he had resisted the temptation to place his hand on the structure. But he eventually gave in to the urges, Aurnalis lifted his hand and pressed it, he was hesitant to keep it on. Yet persistence will always win in due time. His finger tips pressed down on something, and the obelisk's writing began to glow a bright red. It began to release whispers and hushed screams. The metal from the obelisk started to melt around his hand, slowly being swallowed by the substance.

## The Path of the Blightened

Aurnalis had finally been completely pulled through the monument. Upon reaching the other side he stumbled to the ground, frightened by what had just occured.