by ViralEnsign_ Wed Mar 28, 2012 5:03 am
The name of my Gravelord is Siefer the Mad, or Siefer Locke as he chose to be known as amongst men.
Since the Age of Fire Siefer's souls was alway one of chaos and instability making him a threat to the Lords who promptly ended his life and sealed his soul away in the deep places of Lordran for its essence was intoxicating to mortals who hungered for it. Thus Siefer's souls fell into a pitiful state gnawing at itself to gain sustenance and preserve its being. Over time Siefer found himself aware of being and for hundreds of years waited in the dark pleading with the gods, berating the gods, tearing his own soul apart in anger and sorrow, until one day, when the cinders of the first flame began to die out, he siezed his chance and through his centuries of wallowing in pity and madness he found his way into the hands of a mortal.
Over time Siefer corrupted the mans very being and cast aside his sanity amalgamating his own soul with that of the mans creating an abomination in his place.
For years Siefer's soul would pass through the hands of many each having struck him down in combat, murder through poison, death by his own insanity. Until the day Siefer came closest to his final death where upon his soul was found by a cleric.
\The paladin, a holy warrior, from other lands saw Siefer's soul for what it was and refused to give in to his whisperings and took the soul once again to the deep and dark places of Lordran, passing ever deeper into the bowels of the earth where the dead did not sleep so soundly.
During the long trek Siefer warred with the Clerics soul for dominance however was always cast back by the Paladins unyielding faith. Weakened by the clerics holy trinkets, especially his mighty hammer, Siefer's madness reached a fevered pitch at which point he use scraps of his own soul once again to fuel his unholy vigour eventually taking over the holy warriors minds, bending it to his will.
In a final attempt to destroy Siefer the Paladin cast himself into a deep abyss scattering Siefer's soul into fragments but mortally wounding himself in the process. Siefer spent many more decades in the cave each fragment achieveing its own kind of madness until he became aware of a mighty soul in the cave, the tomb.
Eagerly he reached out, touching the mighty soul, feeling nothing but death and the void. In it he embraced the madness and was given the choice to serve or to fall into limbo. In fear for his life Siefer once again embrace the madness and swore and oath to the Gravelord who in recognition of his potential constructed Siefer a body from the remains of the dead. Into Siefer poured the fevered desires of the occultists, the unyielding faith of the cleric, the cries of Siefers victims.
Finally Siefer stood in the chamber clad in his new form and beheld the vast Gravelord who commanded him to seek out the essence of death and spread a great plague upon the very gods themselves.
When Nito offered Siefer power and incarnation as a whole soul once again. Siefer declined stating in a momment of pure lucidity that when the Gravelord stood triumphant Siefer would have unleashed the full extent of his tormented soul over all the world and would finally be able to rest with the dead.
Pleased Nito accepted the pact with a piercing shriek penetrating every corner of Lordran and bringing with it a wave of death and madness, one which signaled the approach of his Herald of Sanity.
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Sorry for the long post. I had time to get some story out of me. Given a few hours I could probably turn that into a serious few chapters. This was a lot of fun and since randomly writing this bio on the spur on the momment you have gifted me with new reason to play as a Gravelord again. Thanks man. +1 for the awesome thread.
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