Shade Merthyr

### Lore Item

Shade wields a rapier from his home country. His cursed state from the God Luminous of the Heavenly Plain revokes him of inquiring himself with it as any damage done to himself using it rapidly heals

### Backstory

Shade Merthyr, commonly referred to as Sl4yz, was the twin to his corrupted sister, the Queen of Ozryn, once a great country wealthy and pure. But forced into ruin by her tyranny. Once a rose tainted by thorns his sister was the only known successor to their father’s throne. Shade was trained to be a warrior by the one of the many guard captains. Trained fluently with the blade, he was ordered by his tyrant to kill the captain as he was the father to a traitorous knight. Devastated by this he killed his sorrow and turned his blade on whom may not be his father but most definitely was.

The tyrant slaughtered all who got in the way. Shade was forced to turn his blade on his people. All was fine because it brought him closer to the top, closer to his beloved yet hated sister. His deeds were mostly unknown in the general population, however as the bodies built up, suspicion grew and the rebel knight, the crimson blade, heard of her father's brutal murder. She returned raised a rebellion and Shade was ordered by the Queen to kill this barbarian. Shade isn’t the blade his sister wished him to be. Blood smoked on the pavement; staggered men clash blades until their knees collapse like dying stars. The gruelling war, the gruelling civil war wasn’t generous on both sides. Many good men died, and homes burnt. Shade watched the war, his once great home turned into a lawless hellscape. He decided that he would join the clear victor, his family name was damned, he left the Merthyr name behind and joined the revolution. He sieged the castle and captured his opponent, his sister, if he should call her that. Although she gave commands, was she the villain? He did not care. He didn’t wish for revenge but for power, though the revolution wasn’t the key to his dream. On his sister’s execution, he was tasked with the murder. Although, they wished for her downfall, they feared the great god Luminous would smite them. Shade believed in Luminous yet did not fear her. He wasn’t going to break the divine rights of Kings. On the day of the execution, he drew his blade and slashed The Crimson Blade and the Blue King of Atlas. Drip, drip, drip. The blood coated his blade and drooped onto the wooden frame that was hastily built to signify the victory. The crowd’s curses fell deaf, as their leaders, their savours were sacrificed in Shade’s pursuit of power. He then mercilessly carved through each farmer and baker. “Who preaches freedom cannot have power.” Therefore “Freedom shall be punished.”

A string is cut by a faceless woman.

Blood smoked on the pavement; staggered men clash blades until their knees collapse like dying stars. The gruelling war, the gruelling civil war wasn’t generous on both sides. Many good men died, and homes burnt. I received a blessing from the Gods. Luminous was generous on this day. This blessing came in the form of a warning, “leave my people to their own devices.” I left the country, the control their diminished. A war-torn country of one constant. War. Idiotic really, they fight and brawl for another loop in the cycle.

### Ideologies

Conflict is dull but necessary to gain power.

Life is just a game and I'm the player.