Omecia

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#### In the beginning

Not much is known of Omecia before she stepped into the position of Overlord and even less does her story justice. For she was born to the unconditional partnership of an Elf destined to bare a monster and a Vampire. No'mani and Zom came to alignment, and time of balance allowed the communion both equal parts miracle and curse.

Omecia was born into the world under the name Omnia Aaylliel in Treaq several hundred years ago. However due to rising tensions that would occur not long after she would find herself retreating into the heartland of Draxington as her mother, a noble of house Aaylliel followed her husband Count Averos Vecia who oversaw lands in Draxington at that time. There they would only be able to enjoy several years of peace and happiness together in which the Count made extensive use of his martial prowess and influence within the country to stave off the otherwise warmongering and invasive nature of the warbands of Draxington from disrupting their joyous lifestyle. That is until the emergence of a Shadowlord and the beginning of the monster war.

#### The war that claimed it all

When the war came it was both swift and devastating. Omecia was well of age by this point but in the grand scheme of her lifetime she was still fresh faced and new to the world, she'd been protected from its harshness by the love of her mother and the fierce strength of her father however it was not to last. At first it began with the absence of her father, moving place to place at the order of the Shadowlord and waging war in their name. It was during these times that the darker creatures that lay within Draxington began to stir and despite doing their lords bidding the absence of her Vampiric father did not go unnoticed despite those loyal to him keeping a watchful eye over the otherwise vulnerable pair that remained.

It started with the occasional rustlings at night amid the bleak shrouded forest surroundings of the large stone keep in which they lived had on every flank. Then the creatures grew bolder as reports, sightings and the evidence of their entry into the keep grounds became evident. It would not be long before these prowling actions turned to conflict and on several occasions the warriors that stood guard were attacked and even in some instances killed. Yet despite better judgment Omecia and her mother remained within the keep awaiting the return of her father, a feat that would never come to pass.

Rumours of defeat began to circulate and the population of Draxington became ever more chaotic and unstable and then like the death knell it was news finally broke that the Shadowlord had been defeated and all those at his side; killed. Like an earthquakes tremor the news rippled through the lands of Draxington and those whom were friends and once guards to Omecia and her mother turned to enemies and deserters overnight and without the protection of the Count they would not last long. In a dramatic display and last stand Omecia's mother created an opportunity for Omecia to flee what would turn into a siege for her fathers keep from the now infighting warbands. Her farewell gaze at her mother, the last time she would ever see her was to look upon the dead-eyed stared of the Dynasty noblewomen's unmoving remains as she was torn limb from limb in a frenzy of bloodlust from her attackers.

#### The Alliance saviors

After what can only be described as a gruelling hike through the harsh Draxington terrain and warring mudlands Omecia finally made her way to what was the united Alliance frontlines and using the little magic her mother had taught her she was able to hide the otherwise un-elven traits that she had been born with which allowed her to be quickly expedited back to Treaq. Once returned to 'civilized' society Omecia then learned, contrary to her lived experience that the monster menace had been 'pacified' and that the war was over. Of course the Overlord-to-be knew this was far from the truth, it irritated her to no end and she couldn't understand, why were they lying? She knew that Draxington was overflowing with chaos and infighting in the wake of the Shadowlord and her fathers deaths and any attempt to ask or gain further information regarding the fact was met with ignorance and dismissal.

Eventually Omecia's true nature was discovered, as to be expected her low level transmutation magic would not obscure her Vampiric and Tiefling-like attributes for long so close to the watchful eye of the Dynasty and within almost record time all the support and kindness she had once been shown upon being 'saved' quickly turned to coldness and disgust.

Finding herself utterly alone and with no home to speak of Omecia walked the streets little more than a beggar, urchin or otherwise undesirable but before despair could break her spirit she would find her 'saviours' at war once again within a handful of years. An opportunity to elevate herself that she would not allow pass her by, instead profiting as roaming teacher of both academic and magical studies between periods of mercantile work and in the most desperate times, an entertainer.

#### The wheel of fate turns ever onward

Four hundred years. It would be four hundred years of living among man, elves and beast until Omecia would feel the winds of change once again blowing and this time she would be well prepared. The constant warring of the Godborn races and the humans had brought about another twilight and in her 'servitude' she had been busy preparing for it. Tending to the whims of the nations, teaching their highborn the ways of magic all the while funding and expanding her own knowledge and abilities. Four hundred years and she was ready.

Taking what she had learned and the pent up frustration, anger and hatred from the centuries of humiliation, abuse and second class existence from being looked upon as little more than some freak, brute or pseudo exotic animal to be used and discarded on a whim Omecia thrust herself into the midst of the war the moment Zom's twilight bore fruit and a new Shadowlord emerged.

#### The families we lose along the way

The war was harsh and brutal and lasting nigh twenty years and Omecia felt and experienced it in it's fullest. The war for her started as it does for most - An un ceremonious position on the front lines of war; the first into the fray likely never to return and yet day after day she would find herself making her way back to the Horde lines after a long and bloody conflict. You never spent long enough with your fellow marauders to get to know them and for the most part Omecia wasn't sure if there was much to know of them. Each one broken, damaged by time and evolution both to find themselves little more than feral monstrosities upon the front lines of war. Those that survived the day would not speak and those that did not weren't missed as they'd not spoken the days prior.

Eventually after outliving several units Omecia would be noticed by her more influential figures as being more useful than your average grunt and it was then that both her affinity for Zom and magical aptitudes would be noticed, after years on the front lines Omecia would finally be moved to a place of relative safety further back from the front lines where she would begin her new role as a Priestess of Zom and mage in which she was tasked with maintaining moral, overseeing and maintenance of magical aperture for Dark Aethertech and the enchanting of equipment. It would be in that facility of sorts that Omecia would know for the first time in several centuries a semblance of family. Of course she'd had flings and such in Alliance society but they usually just ended in heartache and disaster, but this was different. She was like a mother to her unit, their worries and woes were hers to tend to as both a spiritual and moral pillar. For the most part her new family were rather weak, consisting of more magical types - of Dark Elf or Monster decent.

Over the next several years away from the front lines, carrying out her duties Omecia developed a sizeable family. Each spoke to one another, learned things of each other and cared for each other. It was the closest thing to maternal love Omecia had ever known, they were each of them in perfect chaotic harmony. Change moved in the wake of their united footsteps and where one ended another began and for several long, happy years they were all of them inseparable. Despite being in the midst of war, it was like an unwavering peace and none of it really mattered anymore. She did what was asked of her and was happy.

Alas it was not to last and for the second time in her life that which Omecia called family would be taken from her. A deep strike from Imperial artillery and an aerial raid into the heartlands of Draxington caught the entire region by surprise and before they knew what was happening they were all of them besieged. It begun with a rumbling like thunder as steel laden shells of explosive powder hammered the ground, tearing holes from the earth in eruptions of dirt, suddenly she was back on the front lines and the direct hits upon those she loved and cared for, for those she called family were quickly turn to a fine red mist, each explosion followed by a blood curdling scream as the ground; even the very air itself shook in the aftermath of each volley only disrupted by the vulgar declarations and curses of death yelled over the gunfire from the attacking forces.

By the time the close quarter forces of the Alliance brutishly forced their way into the ruins of what was left Omecia was buried knee-deep in charnel gore and buried under what little remained of her friends and family that were caught and killed instantly amid the initial blasts too shell shocked to move, unable to raise her voice and as a result was ultimately left for dead with the piles of remains that lay littered around her. Denied a dignified death, denied a family, too broken to even move.

#### The Island

She didn't know why the waves of change had seen fit for her to survive the attack in Draxington or how the Empire had overlooked her survival. Her mind could barely process the sheer quantity of loss she had experienced within that one night and for the longest time she wandered aimlessly across the continent, half starved, barely alive and entirely broken.

Even when rumour of a new Horde within such a short period of time began to circulate and the rumour of a new Shadowlord; Omecia didn't immediately jump to act. Her sheer hatred for the Alliance was overwhelmed by a sense of hopeless apathy that tempered her rage and desire for revenge to the point of inaction and in reality it was mere chance that knowledge of the Island where Omecia would begin her journey to becoming Overlord was discovered and even then initially Omecia volunteered herself to the task of sabotaging the Alliance's attempts at awakening a long begotten being of god-like proportion as some kind of resignation to death. A last disobedient stand against the Alliance of which she'd likely not return from.

### Pre-Saga: Factual Timeline.

* **1458 C.E** - Born and raised in Draxington, her mother an Elf and her father a Vampire lived in relative harmony and happiness able to be enforced despite the prejudicial views of many within Draxington due to her fathers commitment and position in service to the Shadowlord.
* **1620 C.E** - Omecia’s father is killed defending the Shadowlord. After the alliance forces had ‘pacified’ the Monsterkin state her mother refused to leave and in the fracturing of the nation as it returned to its tribal infighting she joins a large list of innocence killed in the power vacuum. Omecia also leaves Draxington shortly after
* **1621 - 2001 C.E** - Omecia takes advantage of the various wars and turmoil of the nations, roaming from place to place enhancing and improving on her own magic and skills while working an array of jobs from mercenary, entertainer and tutor as she moved from city to city, nation to nation rarely staying in the same place for an extended period of time.
* **2002 - 2021 C.E** - Omecia was drawn into the second monster war, this time as a soldier and not a civilian caught in the aftermath. She battles across a variety of fields but her legion like many others face defeat at the hands of the empire and shortly thereafter the war ultimately ends. Omecia gets off with relatively unscathed in spite of this and due to precautions taken and her low ranking position as foot soldier enables her identity in the war to remain relatively unknown, thus she returns to her former roaming working lifestyle.
* **2050 C.E** - As the Horde is created and having been stung too many times with failure Omecia is hesitant to join them, opting to simply observe the sudden shifting of climate until the ascension of another Shadowlord which stirs her interests further, compelling her to once again maneuverer to assist him and Horde efforts.
* **2051 C.E** - The tower is discovered and its threat to the Shadowlord she deliberately heads into the storm surrounding it in hopes of discovering the secrets to it and ultimately putting a stop to it before it can be used against the Shadowlord.