Dravago

*When darkness has fallen, his time is at hand. The reapers creep from the shadows as a dreadful breed of night. The souls of Man shall march through his repulsive kingdom as all hope seems to fade. Come hither, for he will show you the true meaning of terror.”*

**- Pedro Abalos from the cult of Dravago**

**Dravago**, Lord of the dead, also known as "**Casilus**", is one of the Ulmadar. He is the divine of those who have perished, that which is cold, those who have been cursed, and the nightmarish dreams of Mura and Eos. One of the greatest responsibilities of divinity befalls upon him. He is who protects those who lived amiable lives from the dark clutches of Yugandas and the realm of Dorfus. He picks up the souls of Man and escorts them to Helios. Yet he refuses to take in the evil doers of the greater world. A task he personally rejected many years ago. In the days of the old Kalpa, when the world was in peril, the Elner empire and the Korrigan kings of Trinia fought an endless war. And with great conflict, come many who wish nothing but ill will upon others. Even the Forgotten fell to these temptations.

The Forgotten lived all over Tillindor thousands of years before the new races of Elner and Beast. They knew the lands and mountains like no other. And the Umdala wished to take advantage of these. The high lord of Eled paid handsomely to Forgotten who were willing to guide their armies through these treacherous lands. When greed and riches blinded The Forgotten, others fell to anguish. The Forgotten aided tyrants into hurting women and children. Whether they knew it or not. They were the evil doers that sickened Dravago. After the fall of Kazadanki, many Forgotten who caused the suffering of thousands were killed by the Korrigan.

Yet they still ascended to The Sanctum. Dravago found this unacceptable. Those that cause suffering to innocents should be punished for eternity, not exist on in paradise. He refused to take in the Forgotten, and even Numar, that wished to participate in the wars. And so Eledor, lord of Dorfus, came forth. He was willing to accept the evil ones into Dorfus, where he would “take care” of them. Unknowing to Therendor, Eledor would use these evil souls to build his divine armies (But that’s a whole other story). Dravago was satisfied with this new fate. And to this day he takes the souls of the dead, and makes them walk a true march of shame.

## Narcus

Narcus is the realm of Novus that serves as the kingdom of Dravago. It is a truly dreadful place of darkness and cold. It represents a street in your everyday town. But it’s not how you remember your living days. It is nighttime, but dawn never comes, it is eternally cold, but the golden leaves of Branu never arrive, it is broken, but no one’s making repairs. It is a horrid realm of pure repulsiveness. But that’s only minor compared to what is coming next.

Narcus serves as purgatory for the dead souls. It is the plane between Elios, and the salvation of the Sanctum. When your last moments have ended, and a reaper of Dravago has picked up your soul, you will arrive in Narcus. Here the souls of the dead will march through the streets by the masses, as in some sort of trance like state. Their eyes are hollow and black, their stature is crooked and weak, their faces stuck in a frozen sadness. For it is the screaming that gets you.

The homes on the streets appear abandoned, yet some definitely live here. Skeletal beings, angels of Dravago, stand on the balconies and watch from the windows. They stand beside the street and run through the doors. Then it begins. They will insult the dead, scream at them, call them names, all while laughing like men gone mad. It is a parade of emotional torture that seems to last for eternity. But then they see the light. It is a lamppost. The one that represent the end of Narcus. Here Therendor will take you away to the Sanctum, where his children will be safe once again.

## The ten Reapers

Every divine of Novus realized many years ago, while they created Tillindor, that their divinity caused them to be severely limited into practicing their duty upon the world. So they all sacrificed a piece of themselves into creating avatars of their own. “The Oculi”. They would do their bidding and dwell the world of Tillindor. Dravago had ten of them, that all together technically were one singular being. These were the Ten Reapers. They would dwell the world as angels of death and pick up the perished souls of Man. The ten reaper are all beings dressed in a black cloak, rarely taking of their hoods. They are only distinguished by their horrid faces. All representing a different being. These are the ten angels of death.

* Nurker, adopting the face of a Man’s skull
* Narrakar, adopting the face of a bull’s skull
* Kaal, adopting the face of a rotting corpse
* Nocturnal, adopting the face of a crow
* Plagues, adopting the face of a rat
* Hurk, adopting the face of a bull
* Gornic, adopting the face of a mouthless man
* Orkus, adopting the face of an eyeless man
* Krankar, adopting the face of a goat
* Urius, the one who is faceless

## The punishment of the Dominus Multi

The year was 527 4k, the end of the Imperial Kalpa. With the dead of the immortal Imperator, Numerius Galera, the lands were free of heavy oppression. Yet the Imperium was still in peril. The Galera dynasty had ended. No one was yet picked to sit in the hall of Apollus and rule Bellegar. The Dominus Multi, the council that rules Bellegar alongside the Imperator, were deciding who would be the new Imperator. But none would sit on the throne anytime soon.

Dravago didn’t care how the lands would fare. The Dominus Multi had to be punished. Throughout the years of Numerius’rule none of the lords stood up to his tyranny. They aided his horrible deeds every step of the way. And so Dravago send out Nurker to take care of these evil doers. The Lords were gathered in the hall of Apollus. Trying to decide who would lead the holy lands. Out of nowhere, all candles blew out. A thick mist of pure blackness filled the room. The kind of darkness that calls for you, and swallows you whole.

It only lasted a short few seconds. The candles went on again and the mist disappeared. In the center of the hall stood Nurker, in all his terrifying glory. The Lords started to shout. “Angels!”, “The wrath of the gods is upon us!”. And so Nurker took two bones of his fragile form and started to play them like a violin. Not just any song, he started playing the song of screams. The Lords started to scream, covering their ears. The ones directly surrounding Nurker screamed in agony, dropping dead on the ground. Others tried to flee, flocking the halls of the palace. But they didn’t make it far. They dropped to the ground, ears bleeding, screaming in agony. A while later the Imperial Ordinator’s burst into the room. Remus Orcasius was the only one left alive. Staring out in front of him. Paralyzed by fear. He only said one word, “punishment”, before dropping dead. The scent of blood filled the room, as the only ruling body of the world’s greatest nation, was dead. Nurker was not nowhere to be found.