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Tyranthraxus and the Pool of Radiance

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This is an alternative history that I developed around Tyranthraxus and the Pool of Radiance. There were alot of ambiguous grey areas so I set about tying in the canon I had read about it into a plausible history of the Flamed One. It also quite natural fit in to the events around Bane, Myrkul & Bhaal's ascenscion.

I figure I'll just leave it here as someone here might appreciate it..

Tyranthraxus and the Pool of Radiance

Tyranthraxus, the possessing spirit slipped in to Faerun by the agency of Yugoloths summoned to Faerun during the Netherese “Weeping War”. The former Altroloth had fled the Blood Rift after having had his “physical” form destroyed. Tyranthraxus loosely translates as "Spawn of Anthraxus".

Tyranthraxus had been created by the Oinoloth Anthraxus, in conjunction with the Night Hags of the Grey Wastes, to be Anthraxus' perfect trusted spy. Limits were placed on the spy's power to prevent him overreaching and seeking Anthraxus' throne however.

It was these same limits that enabled some of the Oinoloth's traitorous Baernoloth advisors to ambush the spy. Tyranthraxus only survived by virtue of being able to possess lesser beings but his physical form was utterly destroyed.

He possessed Mezzoloth and Skeroloth vessels, fleeing from his former peers in the Oinoloth's court to the outcast Malkizid's realm in the Blood Rift. His former Baernoloth allies hunted him so he hid for some time as Larvae, Night Hag and Canoloth, until he was able possess a lesser Yugoloth commander summoned to Faerun by Malkazid's Nycaloth harbingers.

When Tyranthraxus possessed a being, he fed on their soul energy and increased his power as he did so. The more powerful he became, the more powerful a being he could possess. He realised that his formless state was useful but he could never create, only destroy. The essence that he drained from each mortal possession waned quickly unlike the power he gleaned from possessing his former species. He was a shadow of his former power as a minor Altroloth.

To sustain himself, he swiftly sought out more and more powerful beings in order to gradually increase his powers. One unforseen feature of the possessive powers of Tyranthraxus was that if ever a possessed vessel survived the contact, they could still yet harbour a portion of Tyranthraxus' essence. This could lead to his former vessels into following The Flamed One's own obsessions with power and dominion over others.

It was through the temporary possession of certain elven nobles of Cormanthyr that the disembodied Yugoloth learned of the Feywells. Used by Elven High Magicians the world over. The greatest of these in the region was known as "The Pool of Radiance" and by the power of the well, the elven high mages were able to raise the Quivering Forest near what is now known as Phlan in just a few days.

With such power Tyranthraxus might create himself a realm of his own, subjugating and feeding on the power of these mortals to enable him to strike back at his treacherous former allies, perhaps even depose the great Anthraxus himself.

Tyranthraxus came into the Quivering Forest only to find that the Feywell, as capricious as it's name-sake, was wont to travel and reappear at a number of sites where the Fey connection remained strong. Tyranthraxus after centuries of searching, tracked the pool to the base of the hill now known as Yulash Hill.
He raised armies to march to the site intending to possess and thoroughly drain each man of his soul essence in order to empower his connection with the well. In the end, his mortal hosts weren't enough to bond with the pool and hundreds of mortals perished in the Yugoloth's experimentation. It was maddening for the disembodied spirit and his desire and obsession for the Pool's power grew. Eventually he decided a new course was in order.

Tyranthraxus in his fervent research, soon learned of the existence of five primordials dwelling in and around the region that might prove useful in his search for dominance over the Pool of Radiance. He became focussed on tracking down Hargut the Grey Pestilence, Borem of the Lake of Boiling Mud, Maram of the Great Spear, Camnod the Unseen and Moander the Darkbringer.

Little did he know that three powerful adventurers were also seeking the primordials to furnish their own path to power. Tyranthraxus intended to lead an army to the best primordial candidates and then swiftly drain each man of their life essence before attempting to possess the primordials and strip the minor godlike beings of their power.

It was during this time he discovered the whereabouts of three of his quarry: Maram gathered the tribes in the Rystall Wood empowering himself by means of worship and sacrifice, Camnod fed on the superstitions and fears of the Riders of the Vane (now known as The Ride) and Borem had taken up residence in the Glumpen Swamp in the far Northern country of Horreb where his fetid influence caused the marsh to spread and the inhabitants and flora to become hostile.

First Tyranthraxus rode north to The Vane with a force he had recruited in the Citadel of the Raven. His riders were led by a Tyranthraxus possessed wizard and they scoured the wild lands, pillaging as they went until they discovered a confluence of many nomadic tribes involved in a grand ritual or dour religious observance. The ritual was prescribed by the amorphous unseen elemental presence that circulated all about the entranced and fearful tribes.

Upon detecting the presence of The Unseen, Tyranthraxus jumped from body to body, draining the soul essence swiftly from every human vessel and swiftly feeding his power in the process. When his power reached the zenith capable of his current form, he attempted to wrest control of the elder primordial of foul humours and cloying mists.

A battle of immortal wills ensued with Tyranthraxus eventually taking control of the primordial Camnod. His Ravenar gradually stopped their slaughter of the tribesmen who stopped fighting and bowed down before the new “The Fire in the Sky” entity reverently. Tyranthraxus spent some years cultivating The Fire in the Sky persona whilst slowly siphoning away the primordial spirit essence of Camnod. He learned he could control the appearance of his flame more readily and he began hear the thoughts of those around him. His potency grew as did his power, but he still yet dreamed of the Pool of Radiance.

The Possessing Spirit had his minions hunt for the tribes of Maram and the primordial himself in the Rystal Wood. He amassed a great force from all over the lands of Horreb, Barze and The Vane through possessing and manipulating the powerful of those lands. The captains of the armies of the coalition were none other than three extremely ambitious and powerful men: Bane, Myrkul & Bhaal.

The armies met the tribes and monsters of Maram and crushed them with overwhelming numbers, tactics and fury. Tyranthraxus for his part leaped from person to person, absorbing their essence swiftly and completely, and killing them in the process. When he felt his powers swell with spirit energy he sought out Maram. “The Great Spear” was at this time morphed into the shape of a giant tree, hanging with slimy vines and bizzare weeping fruit. His form possessed a massive mouth rimmed with needle-sharp thorny protrusions. Maram's people had fed his power with impaled sacrifices on a gigantic cold iron spear before hurling them into Maram's digusting maw for physical nourishment.

Now at what he hoped was the requisite level of power, Tyranthraxus leaped from a dying soldier and began to possess Maram. A great battle of wills ensued, the forest burning as Maram tried in vain to shake off the possessing spirit's presence.

Tyranthraxus drained Maram's defenses as quickly as he could and the enraged foul & monstrous tree howled as it barrelled aimlessly through the forest. The very forest itself responded, rising up to attack the insurgents from the east. Tyranthraxus began to take control and learned through sifting Maram's memories that the sacrifice and worship may help to increase his power but not until he could form his own self-sustaining organism or “body”. The Possessing Spirit's frustration grew at the constant burgeoning and waning of his powers. He could be nothing until he could sustain his own essence. The Pool beckoned further, driving him onward.

Bane, Bhaal & Myrkul and the armies of seven kingdoms charged in to the main part of the fray where the maddened treebeast flailed and burned. Bane's cold, ruthless command and his bladesmanship carved a swath through the confused and feral tribesmen. Bhaal's archers sniped from cover, taking down key targets as he picked a path for the true prize, Maram himself. Myrkul's spells sundered flesh, wood and earth alike. He raised a horrific legion of undead from fallen tribesman and solider alike to hold the Primordial treebeast in place.

Tyranthraxus, seeing the danger that could befall him if he got caught in the form and mind of the dying Primordial Treebeast, drank deep of Maram's essence. He then leaped from the mind of Maram and alighted briefly in the mind of Bane. The mortal's force of will was absolutely oppressive, this mortal had felt the touch of the divine. The contact startled Tyranthraxus and he quickly leaped into one of Bane's lieutenants to gather himself.

Bane, Bhaal and Myrkul eventually bound the great tree in massive cold iron chains. Myrkul and a cadre of wizards from Barze then began a ritual, supplemented by the great artificers of Horreb. Through the weakening of Maram by Tyranthraxus and the relentless physical and magical assault, the Dark Three were able to force Maram out of his assumed form and through a portal to a specially prepared monument in the far north.

They bound him to what is now known as the Monument of the Ancients by the Anchor of Chaos, activated by an ingenious Horreb puzzle cube.

For a time, Tyranthraxus tracked the Pool of Radiance. Eventually he found it in a location high in the Dragonspine Mountains. There he established a sanctuary and drew Ogre, Giant and Dragon followers to protect the place from others who might seek to reach the Pool. Certainly if the Dark Three led by the strong-willed mortal, Bane learned of it, they might seek to use it's powers for their own benefit.

Myrkul was certainly a powerful necromancer and perhaps he might learn to use it as the Elves had. These thoughts enraged Tyranthraxus who had begun to think of the Pool as belonging to him alone.

He continued to keep tabs on the Dark Three while establishing his own armies of human barbarians of The Ride, mercenaries, orcs, goblins, gnolls, kobolds, ogres, trolls and giants. Perhaps one day these interlopers might challenge him as they had Maram, so The Flamed One prepared.

Through careful study, empowered by the essence of the Primordials, Tyranthraxus unlocked the ability to find the pool's new location through ritual magic. Over time he then discovered the ability to scry through the pool and began to watch the Three, especially the one known as Bane.

He saw a kindred spirit in the disciplined and ruthless warlord. Through various agencies, he learned of their defeat of the god Jergal, Scribe of the Dead. The entity had tired of his role in the pantheon of gods, and apparently had given them some form of ultimatum that involved the Primordials. It seemed the price for passing over his mantle of divinity to these strange mortals.

The Yugoloth fumed “Why should these mortals attain divinity? Such power should only be possessed by superior beings!” It seemed absolutely absurd to the ex-Altroloth spymaster. Tyranthraxus was incensed, his path to power was clear, he had to find a way to tap the power latent in the Pool of Radiance and quickly.

Tyranthraxus preyed on the kingdoms of men, aiming to keep the mortals known as the Dark Three occupied on as many fronts as possible. The fellows began ignoring the created strife, focussing on their own goals. This caused a rift between the Dark Three and the country of Barze, who's Sorceror-King had become aware of Myrkul's necromancy during the invasion of the Rystal Wood.

The grasping of Bane threatened his own power so he chose to outlaw and exile them. It was at this time that the Pool of Radiance shifted to a new location. The Pool's energies were addictive to the spiritually dependent Flamed One. The shift sent Tyranthraxus into a mad rage. The Yugoloth determined that he must control the entire range of the Pool of Radiance to prevent any interlopers from harnessing it's powers and stealing from him what was his.

While he gathered his forces for conquest, he learned through a spate of possessions, that the Dark Three had now imprisoned the weakened Camnod the Unseen in a Cairn made of volcanic glass in the Western Ride. He wondered at the determination of these men, perhaps they would fulfil the scribe's tasks and ascend to godhood after all? But their meddling, simply could not be tolerated in his schemes. Of all the mortals in the region, these three were by far the biggest threat to Tyranthraxus' own ascension to power.

While recruiting and organising his army, The Flamed One learned of a surviving Elder Bactrachi. This surviving member of one of Faerun's Creator Races, called himself Haask. Tyranthraxus wondered if such an ancient being could have amassed lore that might include the harnessing of the Pool of Radiance. In time his researches led him to understand that Haask consorted with a powerful primordial known as Hargut. Perhaps this one might be cowed into revealing how he might tap the potential of the pool.

For a time he possessed agents of this Haask. He learned, the Bactrachi had taken the shape of a huge long-horn minotaur and was hellbent on conquering as much of the north as possible, this included the range of the Pool, and this Tyranthraxus would not tolerate.

Thoughts of parlay gone from his mind, he amassed the greatest force of goblins the world had yet seen from the Galenas and beyond. The goblins moved in force to the border of the realm Haask had named Grong-Haap and ruled for centuries.

The goblin chiefs were controlled by a darkly powerful and beautiful human witch that Tyranthraxus had taken a liking to. The witch Edranka wielded the power of death and taught the goblin shamans much. Any shaman that counselled against serving the Flamed One's agent, died horribly and returned as controlled undead servitors to the witch.

Tyranthraxus, possessing a Fire Giant Chieftan, called upon Haask to surrender and become a vassal of The Flamed One. Haask refused and the goblin masses swarmed across Grong-Haap killing all in their wake. Haask's forces suffered dearly and he knew these goblins were but a small part of the armies The Possessing Spirit could bring to the field. Haask summoned Hargut to whom he pledged his soul and eternal service if the primordial would wipe away the depredations of the Goblin Menace.

Hargut obliged and a ravenous, amorphous, plague-mass spread across Grong-Haap, killing all indiscriminately, this was known as the Grey Pestilence. The Flamed One retreated rather than die in the Fire Giant chieftan's form. The Pestilence weakened Hargut slightly and this weakness was exploited by the Dark Three who slipped into Ironfang Keep whilst Hargut purged Grong-Haap with the Grey Pestilence.

Haask discovered the intruders and while Myrkul and Bane feigned parlay, Bhaal slipped through the shadows and slit Haask's throat where he stood. This caused the rage of Hargut and the walls of Ironfang Keep shook with the unearthly bellow.

Thinking quickly Myrkul convinced Haask that his life could be spared if he were to fuse with Hargut and he would know power immeasurable, knowing full well that it would make Hargut a far more manageable and bound source of power.

Haask bid the ritual be done and for the third time, a primordial, elemental evil was bound to the service of the Three. Haask and Hargut became one gigantic eldritch worm and languished bound by Myrkul's magic into service. The corpulent worm though bound to inside Ironfang Keep was able to spawn foul monsters to enact it's foul will upon the world. Thus was born Haask, voice of Hargut.

Tyranthraxus, once more thwarted by the Three determined to use a different tactic to protect his interests. He possessed Barze, Sorceror-King of the Nation of Barze and sent assassins, hunters, rangers, mercenaries to collect a massive bounty on the heads of the Three, all the while sending messages to them to tell them that it was indeed he, Tyranthraxus who was behind the actions against them. The three sought to research what they could about Tyranthraxus and learned very little since he was such a unique being. Like nothing Faerun had ever seen.

Bhaal managed to slip into Barze and kill the Sorceror-King with a well-placed stab from a blade coated in virulent poison. Tyranthraxus panicked for to die inside the body of a host was incredibly painful and caused him to lose a great deal of power. He entered the body and mind of Bhaal and was struck by the force of will and the naked evil of the man, another touched by divinity, how could this be! It was at this time he knew, these Three would ascend and become more powerful than even he unless he could somehow wrest power from them.

Leaping to a new host among the royal guards he eventually made his way back to his sanctum, slightly weakened by his experience. He determined the best way to prevent them controlling the region and moving freely through it to achieve Jergal's entreaty was to take control of the region by force. Tyranthraxus raised his foul army of humanoids and giants in the mountains.

The Twisted Ones swept down to the plains crushing the Horsetribes of the Vane. Joined the northern gnolls the army moved East, setting upon Horreb. All resistance was crushed. The foul army burned their way northwards into Barze where he and his misshapen forces took to burning all the cities and towns they could find, driving vast columns of refugees into Thar and Vaasa.

The refugees of Horreb also fled into the Thar as their cities burned. Meanwhile, Tyranthraxus achieved absolute control of the Northern Moonsea and the Three were nowhere to be found. Leaving Edranka, who had acquired the vampiric gift from a mysterious necromantic tome, to parcel out power to the various humanoid races. The vampiress gave them strategic distance from one another so that they might maintain Tyranthraxus' grasp on the region without major conflict with each other.

Throughout all of this, Tyranthraxus never directly showed his flame or told any but Edranka of his true self. He began to build the legend of the Fire in the Sky and the Commander's Flame setting himself up a legacy of domination and conquest for when he could finally ascend through the Pool.

Tyranthraxus conducted his signature ritual and found the pool on a muddy island in the Delta of the Stojanow River, close to where Phlan now resides. Superficially tapping the Pool's energies, he scried to locate the Three and discovered they were still about their work toward ascension.

The bloody conquest and wholesale destruction of their former allies had barely changed their course. They were on their way to the Glumpen Swamp to confront Borem of the Lake of Boiling Mud. Swiftly, Tyranthraxus leaped between horses, animals, flies, whatever it took to get ahead of the trio. He reached the swamp, finding Borem drawing power from twisting and corrupting the land in his bizzare image. The primordial resembled nothing so much a gigantic shambling morass of mud and debri.

The Possessing Spirit, despite having no army to drain for power, attempted to take control of Borem who went immediately went into a frenzied madness. The swamp being a reflection of his will, as did the denizens of his swamp realm. The Black Trio found travel extremely difficult as fiery gas pockets exploded around them, fiendish swamp creatures attacked them. Even the trees and vines themselves tried to drown them, the muck sucked at their boots and trying to pull them down. Tyranthraxus only gained control just as the Three made their way to the heart of the swamp.

Needing more time to siphon the spiritual energy of Borem, Tyranthraxus attempted to melt the form of Borem into a great river of muck that made its way through the swamp, thus hiding there for a time while he fed on the primordial's power and learned what he could. When the Three arrived at the sanctum of Borem, they found it utterly destroyed by the maddened immortal and the primordial disappeared.

Utilising powerful divinations, Myrkul managed to locate Borem-Tyranthraxus hidden as he was in the corrupted and muddy Glumpen Stream. Tyranthraxus fed on the life-force of the primordial, asborbing power and memory and becoming lost in his newfound ability to possess the element of water. The Possessing Spirit now had what he needed to bind himself to The Pool of Radiance! His goal was in sight!

His jubilation was short-lived as Myrkul cast a spell to dry up the river of muck while Bhaal and Bane attacked with enchanted cold iron blades. Tyranthraxus shrieked and the amorphous form of Borem flowed upwards to its vaguely humanoid form and fought with the trio. A furious battle ensued weakening all five entities.

Tyranthraxus seeing his chance leaped into a spider which was crushed under the boot of Bane only to leap to a rat that was cut in half by Bhaal before taking control of a bat and flying away, leaving the weakened Borem to be overwhelmed by the Dark Three. Myrkul pulled forth Borem's heart from the centre of the primordial and bound his essence within the grapefruit sized muddy gem.

The heart of Borem was teleported with the Three to Mezeketh Isle near Saerloon where a gateway of elemental chaos bloomed in the form of primodial mud and sludge pools. Borem's heart was bound and buried within ready for the time when the Three might make use of the power of the primordials for their ascension.

Tyranthraxus leaped from entity to entity, travelling swiftly for the Quivering Forest where the Pool had now transported. He possessing his way through forest animal, to insect, to elven maiden, to High Mage. Finally he had discovered through the assault on Berem, what he needed to do. He shifted his essence into the Pool and melded with it.

He felt triumph and power, he was now in all places at all times, he could traverse the ley-lines, he could traverse the weave, he had but to focus to see and hear anything that he wished. He let his attention rest on the the Dark Three, strangely he could not see them. He then knew the limits of the power of the Pool of Radiance, it was limited to the Crystal Sphere of Faerun in it's abilities.

He knew there was such a great reservoir of power within the pool but he could not begin to tap all of it. His first complete expression of his new found mastery over the pool was to teleport he and it to his sanctum in the Dragonspine Mountains, the Pool's former location. Here he languished in the Pool drawing on its energy, power and knowledge. He felt sustained and whole for the first time since the destruction of his physical form in Grey Wastes of Hades.

He knew what he must do. He must carve out a realm here in Faerun since his power was tied now to this place. He would forge mighty armies and take control of the cities of the North and the Moonsea. When he had amassed enough temporal power, he would begin to assemble all the knowledge and minions he would need to summon forth Anthraxus from Hades, he would bring him here where he was weakest and the Flamed One was strongest.

He would bring him here and possess him, stripping off his identity and installing his own. He would return as the ruler of the Grey Wastes of Hades. He would crush the ones that had stripped him of his power and his station. Once that was complete, he would establish himself as a god in the pantheon of Faerun with the thralls of his new empire as his first worshippers.

All would look upon him and weep for them would know him to be their doom. And they would bow, scrape and sacrifice to placate him. They would burn with his favour or perish in the flames. He Tyranthraxus, Master of the Pool of Radiance would ascend and all would tremble. He languished, dreaming his dreams of power until he felt a disturbance, somewhere in his domain.

He shifted his consciousness into traversing the ley-lines and the Weave, seeking what had started him from his dreaming. An army was rising in the East, forming from the fragments of the Kingdoms of Barze, Horreb and the Vane. This threatened the order that Tyranthraxus had ruthlessly sought. He immediately traversed the leylines to find the chieftains of his barbaric horsetribes, the ones who had served “The Fire In The Sky”.

Swiftly, one by one he implanted in them the suggestions and compulsions necessary to get them to march on his enemies. This form, subsumed by the pool was extremely useful and powerful but at the same time. Leading an army to victory would prove difficult from this vantage however.

Resigning himself, he moved his consciousness into the greatest of the chiefs of the Western Vane, Vanel Guldur. He rode at the head of the columns of horselords proclaiming himself as Tyranthraxus, The Commanding Flame and allowing his aura to burn brightly in all his daemonic glory. The Riders of the Vane slaughtered their way eastward aided by the powerful enchantments of Tyranthraxus.

Reaching the eastern shore of Lake Longreach they prepared for the final assault on the final stragglers of the Barze and Horreb armies. Though they were slightly outnumbered, Tyranthraxus' gnoll thralls were marching down from the Frozen north to engage the ragged armies. His Dragonspine Orcs also, were enroute also from the south-west. The newfound power of the Pool of Radiance sustained him and he made the decision to press the attack. No mere mortal would stop his plans now!

The ragged vestiges of the kingdoms of Northmen fought like men possessed, Arcanists of Barze hurled spells of power, Horreb Artificers tweaked strange devices causing the crackling of lightning or the booming of magical thunder, the infantry fought with skill and passion, eventually overwhelming the horselords pressing them to the banks of the Lake Longreach.

Chief Vanel Guldur died from numerous magical wounds and sword cuts and the possessing spirit jumped to the mind of the next, seeking a captain of the opposing force that could bring him advantage, he saw it in the steel-clad Baron Schodt of Barze. The Baron commanded with ease despite adversity and fought like a demon. Seeing his chance, Tyranthraxus leaped from the harried horselord and entered the Baron's seemingly quiet and serene mind, despite the turmoil.

Suddenly, the possessing spirit found his consciousness had been subverted into a realm of shifting mists, he attempted to leap to a new vessel but had no point of reference to locate one. He attempted to reach his consciousness toward the Pool distance and direction had no parallel here. Suddenly it dawned, he was trapped in some form of extra-dimensional prison. Someone had laid a trigger on the Baron's mind perhaps?.. Someone.. Gods bedamned.. It had to be Myrkul! Suddenly the amused faces of the Three appeared above him as the mists shifted. They seemed huge and distorted as though seen through convex glass.

Bane laughed and his voice boomed through the mists, “You are late to the feast Tyranthraxus. Did you not know? You too were part of Jergal's price for the prize.” The image seemed to shake vigourously and Tyranthraxus “stumbled” in his prison as a minor quake seemed to roll through the haze of mists. “Comfortable in there?” Bane chuckled.

The distorted images of the faces of the Three seemed to fade away then and all he could see in place of the faces above the mists was scintillating blackness, studded with what looked protruding bleached bones. “Could it be..?” The possessing spirit thought then.

A flat toneless disembodied voice, which wasnt so much heard but felt in every fibre of his being spoke in a bored tone, “Let us now begin the ceremony.....”

The glass, mist-filled sphere containing Tyranthraxus sat upon one of seven pillars no more than three feet high that ringed the chamber within the Central Spire of the City of the Dead. On the other pedestals one could see a muddy grapefruit sized stone, an obsidian prism, a Horreb puzzle cube, A tiny sculpture of a Keep, a black, lichen-encrusted, heart-shaped knot of wood wrapped in what appeared to be bloody vines and a lit crucible with a levitating eye flaming within it. The eye of flame rotated to regard the chamber.

Standing equidistant apart in a ring around an eighth and thicker column was the Black armoured Warlord known as Bane, The shadowy assassin known as Bhaal, the powerful and impassive necromancer Myrkul and a final robed, skeletal figure who bore an impossibly long scroll with a infinitely long list scrawled in what appeared to be blood upon it. The flat toneless voice spoke again as he regarded each in turn. “You have fulfilled my price. I now weary of this mantle and long to pass it on. Do you three still desire to take it up?” All three nodded.

To Bane he passed a heavy iron gauntlet “Many shall pass to these halls by your hand and those who follow your path. You shall be the instrument of the inevitability of death. You shall bring divine law to all and embody strength over compassion.”

To Myrkul he passed a candle with a pure black flame “You shall take up the mantle of the realm of the dead. You shall embody the fear of the journey of death even as you hold mastery of it.”

To Bhaal he passed a slender curved dagger of pure black metal “You shall embody those for whom the death of others is a creed, calling or profession. Whenever one mortal dies by the hand of another mortal, there you shall be. The Lord of Murder.”

“Now Lord Bane, you will yoke these others to you, your power over them shall render your ascension”.

Lord Bane spoke, “Primordial beings of the nether realms. Each one of you now shall pledge your service to me, for eternity or be utterly destroyed. You have only tasted oblivion, do you understand? There shall be no more existence for you unless you declare yourself my thralls. You will each of you pass unto me your true-name and you will swear your eternal fealty to me on it. Do we understand each other?”

“Good. I shall now hear your true-names and your pledges.”

Each being in turn decried their true-name and in doing so thus gave up their free-will to the Lord Bane. The Divine Lord of Tyranny, Strife and Hatred was born and the heavens wept...
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