Category:Dark Lord

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"The Everdark wraps you in its chilling embrace, welcoming you as a lord and master of any realm you choose."

The Dark Lord

Assumed Name:	Varies
Title:	Dark Lord, Eversworn
Age:	Varies
Race:	Varies
Eye Colour:	Varies
Hair:	Varies
Skin-Tone:	Varies
Height:	Varies
Weight:	Varies
Alignment:	Varies
Allegiance:	Usually self.

Some say that the Everdark reflects darkly the mortal world and is an imperfect echo of that realm suspended in a soul's memory. Where others fear the unexpected twists, the deep shadows, and the scuttling creatures that emerge from hiding only in the darkest of nights, you embrace it all, feeling at home in the plane’s pervasive chill and gloomy ambience. Perhaps your comfort grows from familiarity; you might have been reborn, perhaps as an undead, or another race who settled in Mourneglade, and, as a result, you come to see other worlds as being too bright and too garish to trust completely. Or, you might find the Everdark mirroring your own dark and brooding nature, especially if you are obsessed with the occult and melancholic. Regardless of the reasons for your unhealthy obsession with shadow, the kinship you experience blossoms into something more as the Everdark reciprocates your affection and blesses you with its power.

The Everdark isn’t free with its gifts and only gradually infuses you based on your achievements and successes. As you prove your worth, you find yourself changing, embracing the cool darkness and rejecting the bright radiance of the sun. You become withdrawn and cold, even to your closest comrades, while your connections to the Everdark strengthen. Dark impulses might breed darker acts, but there is nothing to fear: The Everdark chose you to become its steward, and should you accept, your immortality is ensured.

Immortality

You claim your place as master of the Everdark, a dark and mysterious figure of uncertain loyalties commanding a region in the Everdark as absolute ruler, monarch of night, and prince of darkness. While you do not hold sway over the whole of the Everdark, the small plot you have carved out is yours to rule. Perhaps it isn't in the Everdark itself, but part of Kharlia where the veil is torn?

Your interests in the Everdark have only grown over your long career and in return, you learn to tap into its grim power to augment your other capabilities. Dabbling in dark forces exacts a dread price from you, for you have paled and grown thin—the cost of embracing the darkness.

During the last conflict with your enemy, you pulled out all the stops, using every tool at your disposal to win the day, but in doing so, you cemented the Everdark’s hold over your soul. When the battle ends, as your achievements begin to sink in, mist wells up from the ground around you in silvery tendrils, each wrapping chill fingers around your legs, crawling up your torso until it shrouds you completely. As quickly as the mists appeared, though, so do they vanish and when they do, they take you with them.

The Everdark’s price is to stake a claim on your soul and to demand you spend eternity as a Darklord, a ruler of the gloomy plane. The plane manifests a realm suited to your accomplishments and failures, producing a darkly twisted realm that for you is both frightening and comforting, and that reflects all that you have done as a mortal and laying the foundation for what you will do as an immortal. Thus you spend the remainder of your days as an architect of good or evil as you decide.