Here, I'll try my little story-take of Deadhaus Sonata lore on my studious intake so far. I am very intrigued by the Lineage aspect and honestly, 'Legacy Scholar' is probably the best title for me in these things. As a long-time study to Legacy of Kain and certainly adapted into the dark fantasy and villainous perception for a very long time. I can finally write, something I haven't been able to do properly for a long time I think and glad I can make the opportunity here with you. Even if it might be just 'fan-work'. I made this thread mostly to avoid drowning everyone else's magnificent work and ideas, making this a little corner and your thoughts to it.
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The Falsehood of Impunity
Iulis, Lord of the Patium Lineage, furrowed his brows while he studied the latest cartography to the Deads’ Empire. There was some places that have changed in the past century he recognize. A talon brushed on where his original home was in the northeast. Now it was drowned since the river’s disastrous shift from the Humans’ foul ingenuity. He recall it vividly as if it was a mere night ago. Just as quick as his temper flared, the vampire dashed it aside to the current - the eradication of encroachment in his territory by a legionnaire force holding to dig their little boots onto his earth.
Slowly pushing himself straight, gilt eyes shone on his thralls like a lion onto jackals. Doggish things nibbling on the scraps of his majesty; four ghouls that served as his scouts and a Revenant that held their allegiance by brutish dominance. Compared to their dirty haggard appearance, the Patium Lord was a poised regal clad of fell armour and finest attire intertwined. His dark angular face showed the softest changes, coarse hair braided along his scalp to a controlled mane along nape and shoulders with well-trimmed beard. A predator of controlled malice, Iulis pointed onto the ghoul that called itself Tally’s Man - for its arms were etched dubiously with the many dead legionnaires that it feasted upon since its Change.
“I want the Foreman to be apart of your tally. His stubbornness has proven fatal of his ambition.” His soft baritone rolled with an elaborate flex of his lips as if every word had a power and they were his to weave for pinpoint command onto the Ghoul, who bowed its hooded head. The purposeful mask upon its face did little to stop the malevolence reflecting of the wide fish-like eyes behind the corroding green-iron. “As you wish, milord.” The moist gurgle-speech left the gluttonous thing’s toothy mouth.
The Vampire looked to the Revenant then, the former imperial captain stood there solid and still as a statue. Crest-helmed and armoured of failed runes and tarnished surcoat to a order that never returned for their fallen in the black lands of the Deadhaus. To him, the Lord of Scholarly Aptitude spoke just as intently,
“Kill whomever deny you and return here, then we will begin the broader strokes.”
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The Falsehood of Impunity
Iulis, Lord of the Patium Lineage, furrowed his brows while he studied the latest cartography to the Deads’ Empire. There was some places that have changed in the past century he recognize. A talon brushed on where his original home was in the northeast. Now it was drowned since the river’s disastrous shift from the Humans’ foul ingenuity. He recall it vividly as if it was a mere night ago. Just as quick as his temper flared, the vampire dashed it aside to the current - the eradication of encroachment in his territory by a legionnaire force holding to dig their little boots onto his earth.
Slowly pushing himself straight, gilt eyes shone on his thralls like a lion onto jackals. Doggish things nibbling on the scraps of his majesty; four ghouls that served as his scouts and a Revenant that held their allegiance by brutish dominance. Compared to their dirty haggard appearance, the Patium Lord was a poised regal clad of fell armour and finest attire intertwined. His dark angular face showed the softest changes, coarse hair braided along his scalp to a controlled mane along nape and shoulders with well-trimmed beard. A predator of controlled malice, Iulis pointed onto the ghoul that called itself Tally’s Man - for its arms were etched dubiously with the many dead legionnaires that it feasted upon since its Change.
“I want the Foreman to be apart of your tally. His stubbornness has proven fatal of his ambition.” His soft baritone rolled with an elaborate flex of his lips as if every word had a power and they were his to weave for pinpoint command onto the Ghoul, who bowed its hooded head. The purposeful mask upon its face did little to stop the malevolence reflecting of the wide fish-like eyes behind the corroding green-iron. “As you wish, milord.” The moist gurgle-speech left the gluttonous thing’s toothy mouth.
The Vampire looked to the Revenant then, the former imperial captain stood there solid and still as a statue. Crest-helmed and armoured of failed runes and tarnished surcoat to a order that never returned for their fallen in the black lands of the Deadhaus. To him, the Lord of Scholarly Aptitude spoke just as intently,
“Kill whomever deny you and return here, then we will begin the broader strokes.”