KaLourin D'thBlayde

The history of Ka'Lourin D'thBlayde begins long before he was born. Ages ago on the desert world of Kyderria lived a race of beings not unlike the elves of common lore. However, their disposition was that of barbaric war and destruction. The native Kyderrians were warriors, born and bred for battle. One such warrior clan, known as the Blades of Necrom, were the most savage and dominant of the other clans. It's leaders..a woman by name of Ka'Lour and a man known only as D'th Blayde, led the Blades of Necrom into countless battles and innumerable victories. Soon they grew tired of the insignificance of the humanoid population, and sought greater victories against more worthy opponants. The Blades of Necrom began to hunt and systematically destroy the dragons of the world. Those that were not killed were enslaved and made servants of Necrom. Soon thereafter, even the dragons proved to be worthless adversaries. Ka' Lour, being a master of the black arts, suggested that by using her knowledge, they invade the demon-realms. It was decided without further delay, that they would all invade and destroy the demons of the dark, the most powerful of foes. And they did, with unsettling and inexplicable ease.

Years later the clan became known as the supreme force on the planet and beyond. None could stand against them. With nothing more to fight, the feelings between Ka' Lour and D'th became more.....intimate. Years later she became pregnant with their child. It was then that the Blades of Necrom were struck a devestating blow. Over the years, the DemonPrince and Kyroth, the Dragon Lord conspired their revenge. Having been humiliated by the defeat at the hands of mere mortals, their anger and rage grew more intense. They decided to combine forces, combining the powerful fury of the dragons with the hellspawned darkness of the demonrealms. The Blades of Necrom were attacked by hordes of these more powerful foes and were felled one by one. D'th, caught between the rage of watching his bretheren fall, and fearing for the lives of Ka ' Lour and their child, followed the only course of action left. They fled the battle as the remaining Blades sacrificed their lives to allow the leaders to escape.

Weeks later, they came upon a remote village, one who's inhabitants did not even seem to recognize who the newcomers were. No one seemed to care however, as Ka' Lour was in labor and the townspeople were more than eager to help. Who would have thought that this innocent village held a dark and terrifying secret. Ka' Lour gave birth to a son, yet she never even saw his face. The townspeople all transformed into the very same demons that killed the Blades, and slaughtered the completely vulnerable Ka' Lour. D'th, only saw their sneering visages once, as he too was slain. Their newborn son was taken away be the demons...never to see the light of the sun again.

The DemonPrince and Kyroth had the most prized posession of all, the son of their most hated foe. The child, would be used as a weapon...a harbinger of destruction...revenge for the humility they faced, revenge for the slaughter, but mostly, revenge on the human spirit for even daring to stand against the demons and dragonkind. The child's growth was accellerated by the dark magic, then his body was transformed and empowered with dragons blood and demons fire. The combined strength of the demons and dragons rendered the young man invulnerable and capable of wielding the very fire of the demonrealms. He was also trained in every form of combat known, he was to be their ultimate weapon. This is where they went wrong. In their attempt to make him the ultimate weapon, he was trained in the arts of weaponry by..the enslaved soul of D'th Blayde himself! The warriors spirit trained the boy, all the while infusing him with the knowledge of who he was, and what had happened, how his mother was killed and so on. All this time, the demons were feasting over their final triumph against humankind.

The night the Ultimate Weapon was finished proved to be the last one Kyroth and the Demon Prince would ever know. In a fit of rage, the young man slew Kyroth singlehandedly and proceeded to lay waste to the entire castle of the DemonPrince. Indestructible and omni powerful, the Ultimate Weapon destroyed every demon in sight and left no stone intact. Using an amulet taken from the DemonPrince's dying body, the man summoned all the fury of the demonrealms and unleashed it across the land, destroying the planet's surface forever...

No one can even claim to tell how much time has passed, but the man found a new realm to exist in. Adopting the names of both his parents, he became known as KaLourin D'thBlayde. His immortal nature was immediately noticed by the existing powers, and he was recruited to assist them in the creation of this new world. It was on this world that he soon found out fate and destiny are not easily escaped. A man, known only as Nosferatu, made his presence known. Nosferatu was an immortal, a powerful high ranking one, who was the icon of a band of individuals known only as the Daemonic Legion. Sensing that this Nosferatu was in league with the very demons he slew ages ago, he raised his own army. Summoning the spirits of the fallen members of the Blades, KaLourin, in the guise of the Serpent Lord of Vengeance, VerKapheron, created the clan Retribution. The forces of The Legion and Retribution clashed time and time again, fueled by KaLourin's rage. Then one day, Nosferatu disappeared from the realm forever. No one knows how or why, he was just gone. One of his liutenants, Issuza, was granted immortality and took command of the The Legion. The war's continued with neither side holding the advantage for long. Suddenly and without warning, the world's existance came to a cataclysmic halt. The planet and all within were annihilated beyond recover.

KaLourin's spirit drifted the planes of existance for eternity, materializing on countless different worlds. Each one tho, soon met with destruction, resulting in his body being destroyed time and time again. A curse of his powers perhaps?

From deep within the darkness, he heard voices...voices calling to him from beyond. A woman he met on one of the worlds, a strong woman of elven blood and a race known only as the Haetyr, Misery. The raspy voice of the demonlord Issuza, now known as Jaldis was also heard. But most distinct, was the voice of Nosferatu. Nosferatu, it seems, was never a demon to begin with, but a dragon..the most ancient of dragons. He was gathering an army of immortals to create a new world, but his efforts were being twisted and perveted by a being known only as The Nameless One, and he wanted KaLourin's help. Strangely enough, the name of this world..Kyderria, was the same as his homeworld. KaLourin accepted Nosferatu's offer and was granted the body from the race known as the Sitha. It is with this new body that he could once again walk the sands of his homeworld. A new world, with new beginnings, that he could explore and learn from. Or...