A while ago, before the introduction of Nulgath, an Oversoul, self-proclaimed "Electromaster", came across a metal buried deep beneath the ground. This metal was solid and nigh unbreakable when subjected to the multiple attacks the Oversoul threw, and the Oversoul was deeply pleased. Conceited and reckless, the Oversoul attempted to forge the metal into a weapon but the metal eluded its attempts in every way possible: not only was it hard to shape but the metal seemed to curve away from the target at the moment of impact. Frustrated, the Oversoul attempted to destroy it using multiple power lightning strikes that finally seemed to obliterate the metal. The Oversoul smiled in the aftermath, its rage vented, but realized, to its horror, that the metal was not a piece of metal at all but an alien lifeform similar to the Protectors of the Lore Multiverse.
Like its cousins, the Defendors could alter its shape, though to a lesser extent, and required constant exposure to energy in order to become active. This colony of Defendors had been buried under the ground after an initial impact and became dormant due to the lack of electrothermal energy that compelled it to move. Even though a small amount of energy was required to wake them, the sheer power of the Oversoul had in fact pushed them past this limit. The organic tissue, already unstable due to the metallic bonds that fused them together, dissociated and united the colony as a Hivemind entity. Fused together, the aberrant Defendors renamed themself the Zweiss. The Zweiss then turned on their creator, the Oversoul and learning of the powers that the Oversoul had in taking over their enemies, became able to do the same by integrating the Oversoul into themselves. Their abilities are more deviant though, they can not fully take the shape of their defeated enemies, but at the same time, they can replicate themselves like bacteria through this manner.
With the appearance of Nulgath and his great power, the Zweiss were defeated in battle and buried back into the dungeon. Due to their electostatic appearance though, it is a matter of time before they pour out of the crevice and reattempt to conquer Oversoul.
Electricity + Element of the Form they 'Possess'.
Apprentice: Zweiss Spark
Veteran: Zweiss Worker
Master: Zweiss Paladin, Zweiss Barbarian, etc.
Legendary: Zweiss Oversoul
Player: Your defeat will charge my soul!
Enemy: So you are an Oversoul? Soon you will be Zweiss.
Victory: All your soul is belong to us
Enemy Victory: The Zweiss conquers
Spark: A floating cloud of electrically charged debris
Worker: A human being, mostly, but parts of their body are replaced by glowing electricity
Master: A few familiar characters, whose eyes glow electric blue and some body parts replaced by electricity.
Oversoul: A humanoid being hung inside a giant electric body with rock gauntlets, greeves and floating armor pieces.
1x: Usually a blast of electricity
2x: Zooms in, and explodes in a blast of electricity
3x: Zooms in, strikes and explodes in a blast of electricity
5x: Charges up, explodes. Three lightning strikes hit the target, the third forms the Zweiss who strikes the target and explodes.
+Shock: A stun dealing 300 damage and lasting 1 turn.
+Static Shield: For three turns, all attacks reduced by half, dealing 100 damage per strike
+Recharge: Changes all the shields to energy points
Two Deviant Forms
The Oversoul that created the Zweiss, after much planning and execution, managed to free himself from the overwhelming Hivemind. Now free, he has become emmaddened by what he has done and paranoid that everyone he meets is a Zweiss. His aim to destroy the Zweiss and unfortunately his madness has made him unable to distinguish who and what is a Zweiss. A master version with other abilities.
-Chaorrupted Zweiss (or Czweiss)
During their initial expansion, the Zweiss encountered trace amounts of Chaos which corrupted a few of their own. Due to the virus like nature of Chaos, the Zweiss had to diverge inorder to separate themselves from the Czweiss. The Czweiss are characterized by purple electricity and a single eye floating and watching. In the higher forms, the eyes only appear on the armor. These Czweiss are not compelled to conquer as the Zweiss are, but delight in creating civilization. As such, their forms are humanoid/animal shapes of purple electricity and do not require a host due to drawing energy from Chaos instead.
Alehon "Wandering History" "Mage of the Statue"
Almost no history has recorded the first emergence of Alehon and it does not help that he himself has forgotten his origins. His earliest memories go back to when he woke up in the middle of the forest with no clear memories. Making his way to the nearest village, he was left to fend for himself in the streets, fighting with dogs for scraps and being kicked around by the villagers. In one of these disputes, Alehon was able to summon magical energy which he used to incapacitate his assailants. The villagers, in their fear, drove him out into the forest where was taken in by a lumberjack and his young daughter. Alehon settled well into the comfortable life, and gradually gained control of his seemingly limitless power. He paid back the lumberjack by performing feats of magic which made it easier on the elderly man who was struggling to meet ends. He was content.
One of the lumberjack's rivals had a son who fancied the daughter and courted her. It was from this that he found out about the existence of Alehon, and using this to his advantage, turned the village against the lumberjack in an attempt to throw him out of business and force him to marry his daughter away. However, things got out of hand when the village attempted to drive away the lumberjack too, as the villagers locked them inside a cabin which they then set on fire. Using his magic, Alehon managed to rescue the lumberjack and the daughter but they died from smoke inhalation regardless. Fuelled by rage and sadness, Alehon then raided the village and destroyed a good portion of it before being killed by a local hero.
Due to unexplainable reasons, Alehon found that he could not die. Each subsequent attempt to reason with the hero only ended with his death through diverse and painful means. The hero, becoming fearful that his enemy could not die, called upon his friends and allies in an attempt to end the threat once and for all. They swarmed him and trapped him inside a runic suit which drained his energy and magic but found that his limitless magic meant that he could still move around. Faced with what they called a demonic threat, the magic sword "Fallisg" was created. The final conflict took place in an ancient cavern that Alehon had been hiding in. Cornered with no place to go, Alehon called upon his terrible magic to drive his assailants away but in vain. After days of resisting, Alehon was finally pierced through the abdomen by the hero and immediately became subdued. The hero and his friends took this opportunity to seal the runic armor with iron and chain the magic sword onto the armor lest it fall out. They fastened Alehon to a mighty statue and collapsed the cave so that no one would find and rescue him. Not that anyone would. Or so they assumed.
There was a muffled explosion and then silence. A few seconds later, another explosion shook the earth followed by another period of quiet. The last explosion was different. There was a change in composition and character. Instead of being quelled by the unshakeable earth, it triumphed and broke through. The horrendous sound thundered through the cavern, amplified a thousand times over by the yawning gape, and dramatically highlighted by a cloud of billowing dust. When the dust cleared, an adventurer dropped lightly into the dimly lit cavern and whispered a word. A blazing ball of latent light streamed from his fingers at his word and hung like a candle, illuminating the dimness with a pale glow. The adventurer walked. The ball followed.
A few minutes later, the adventurer stopped. Before him stood a giant statue of Nulgath, his six blazing eyes ferociously gazing at him with artistic contempt. His grin yawned and his arms stretched over a smaller, less imposing form as if to consume it. "That's poor artistic taste," jested the adventurer to himself. The treasure lay within. The adventurer's eyes widened as he drew closer to the smaller figure. From a distance it had seemed much smaller, dwarfed by the visage of the terrifying Overfiend, but up-close the adventurer noticed that it was still significantly tall. It was shaped like a badly crafted armor, all smooth and lumpy, and had been smoothed by time and stone. There seemed to be writing but it was too faint to tell. But most notably was the single long sword sticking through the armor and into the statue. fastened by numerous lengths of a dark chain. It was like something out of a fairy tale book, the magical sword in the stone. The adventurer reached forth and wiped the dust of the hilt, and seemed to be reading something for a second. Then he smiled. "Fallisg", he whispered. "It's much more magnificent than was described." Calling the ball of light to him, he mumbled something.
He stepped back and the ball of light hovered towards the chains tying the sword to the statue. There was a brief explosion as light streamed from the ball and aggressively attacked the chains holding the sword in place. After it was done, like piranhas stripping an antelope, it calmly floated back. The chains held for a second before crumbling to dust. The adventurer grinned again, then reached forward to grasp the cool hilt, before pulling it out with a flourish. "Ta-da!"
Emboldened by this act, the adventurer swung the large but light sword around. He laughed as he twirled it and as it slashed through boulders without any effort. "Magnificent," he crowed. "Too easy. And the prize is mine." Spinning around again for good measure, he finally quietened down. He began to wrap the sword up for easier transportation. Despite its lightness, it was still cumbersome, so he needed to put it away. As he did so, the ground rumbled slightly. He glanced around but nothing was out of place. Cautious and ready, he began to creep towards the exit when-
That single word almost put him out of his skin. The adventurer drew his sword and spun around. But there only him, and the...statue? A few seconds earlier it had been attached to the cavern wall, unmoving and tall. Now it was in front of him, albeit without the outstretched arms. What the heck?
"Hold on a sec." It was the armor talking after all. A guardian perhaps? Most likely. It had been way too easy to gain such a precious prize. There was an intake of breath, and a cracking sound. The face mask of the 'armor' shattered, and a dim looking face peered out at the adventurer. "That's better," he gasped, then smiled. "Thanks."
"Thanks for what?" asked the adventurer, nothing short of amazed. What the heck? Who was this guy? And how did he get inside the armor. Questions filled his mind, but his brain was not able to answer.
"You know. For pulling that god-awful thing out of me. Really takes the wind out you, you know. Being stabbed in the chest."
"How are you still alive then?"
The man paused for a second. "I can't die? Dunno why. Just happened." He smiled. Unaware of how awestruck the adventurer was, he walked past him; statue, armor and all, and through the gap that the adventurer had made. For a while, the adventurer just stood there in shock, pondering the suddenness of the recent events. After gathering his wits, he followed suit. The man was nowhere in sight. Wondering what exactly that man was, the adventurer summoned his light ball and commanded it to find him. After a while, it returned.
The adventurer found him, staring off the side of the cliff, silent. He stood behind him, not knowing what to do in the case of encountering an immortal with a statue on his back. Finally. "How much time has passed?" he was asked. When the statue, man thing turned around, his eyes were filled with tears.
"I'm sorry? Look, I don't know what you're talking about."
"How long was I in there?"
The adventurer stopped, unwilling to disclose the fact. It was that desperate look in the man's eyes that made him feel bad about it. But he had an even worse gut feeling about telling him. After much contemplation he told the man about the myth of Fallisg and the hero who used to slay a demon that could not die. He was a myth bounty hunter, following dead end leads in the hopes that it had been true. And this one had been true. And it had been long enough for the truth to become myth and to almost fade into ignorance.
First the man was silent, looking down. When the adventurer ended his story, he finally looked up, sadness all but gone. His features had become warped with silent and terrible rage. His mouth contorted, and then he opened them and screamed. All the years of anger and sadness, the tragedy of his existence and the inability for others to understand was all let out in that one cry. It shook the earth and the skies, and raw magic poured out of him and into everything around him. Waves and waves of raw magic, so concentrated they became perceivable like an aurora, flooded the air, suffocating life. When it was over, the man easily broke free of the runic armor and looked sadly at the adventurer. He had not been strong enough to resist the endless flow of magic and his lifeless body lay like a puppet with strings and occasionally jerked as the saturated magic began to leave his body.
The man wept. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He mourned for the innocent that his grief had consumed and for the years he had lost. And when he was done mourning, he cremated the nameless adventurer and destroyed the cave. The sword, which had brought doom, shone innocently in the fading sun. The man, Alehon, was tempted to destroy it. But it was a part of him, and it was a part of a past that he could not forgive. He grabbed its handle, and glancing back at the forest that had grown over where the village used to be, walked into another world, fading away from this existence as if nothing had happened.
In another world, a man faded into existence with a calm breeze. The sun shone. The trees shook. And Alehon began his endless pilgrimage through life.
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