DELBHERHUNE
Description
Forsaken (Physical Form):
After extensive work by the corpse-stitchers of Undercity, and a great deal of borrowed flesh, the Valkyr were finally able to return life to the ancient corpse, once known as Delbherhune. Due to ages of decay, the flesh chosen to strap together the nearly dissintigrated bones had to be fresh.
Dark, silver-lined robes cover the endless stitches and hardy, stolen, muscles that hold him upright. At his left hip swings a worn, yet well crafted mace of solid steel, bound by withering leather, while a large... somehow unsettling travel lantern hangs from his right.
Beneath his long-brimmed traveling hat, black pools of endless depth stare out, both curious and cruel.
Wraith (True Form):
A misty spirit of the the storm; an aberration of hungering madness; a wraith of the darkest intent: few who attempt to describe The Terror of Brightwater Lake share the same story of their encounter, if they share it at all, though one dream haunts the nights off all who survive...
"First comes the mist, so thick no traveler'd dare move upon the shores, for fear of drowning. As it creeps from the beneath the waters of the lake, all things stand still... all sound stops save the soft lapping of the water upon the sand. Then, slowly, a light upon the water... haunting and mesmerizing... until its shadowy bearer appears and with it the unbearable, paralyzing terror.
Do not look into its eyes, for if you do: no stories will you tell, whether for the loss of your life, or that of your mind. Those Fel pits of madness'll have your soul for daring to search their twisted secrets.
And if you're careful, and if you should be so lucky... the creature vanishes, at last, into the shadowy night, gliding across the water like some demon-god of the mist itself... though he'll not go without his toll.
As the last of the light from his eerie lantern fades, so too does a part of yourself... as if you've lost something so dear to you that you'd sooner die than part with it... trouble is: you can never remember what it is that you've lost, or why it is you ever came to the shores of the Brightwater Lake, in the first place..."
Theme Songs:
Kuroshitsuji - O' Death
Lordi - Blood Red Sandman
Mathieu Hallouin - Imagination
A.F.I. - This Time Imperfect
Rev Theory - Voices In My Head
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Background
Born unto the house of the carpenter, Delbherhune was of the lower caste of society. His father struggled and toiled each day to bring home the meager meals him and his siblings ate, and the boy was grateful. However, Del could not foresee his future as limited as his father's. He sought greatness, and freedom.
When he was quite young, his father made him an apprentice, and taught him the trade of the carpenter. Del learned this trade with great fervor, and (to his fathers surprise), then left the carpenter's field and began studying blacksmithing, inscription, and stoneworking.
Soon his capabilities became the talk of the town, and he was hired by the Lord's of the human tribes to help construct a great castle. As one of the first Architects of Lordaeron, Delbherhune had risen as high as any of his low birth could manage, until one fateful day.
Just as the first walls were risen, and the plans for the "tunnels" had been approved, as he made his way back to his tent, Del ran across a beautiful young woman. His heart froze in his chest as her enchanting azure eyes met his own.
The two spent many long nights, together, wandering the shores of Brightwater Lake. It was not long, however, before one of the local lord's hired men discovered the two and to Delbherhune's surprise: identified the woman as his master's daughter. The reports and justice came swiftly for the low-born architect. His Lord's men appeared early the next morning to collect him, and brought him to the very shores he and his lover had frequented. There he was to be executed for the crime of reaching beyond his station.
For many years, the spirit of the draftsman lingered upon these shores, ever haunted by the memories of a life long lost, and the strange whispers of a comforting, yet maddening voice. Before long, the whispers grew louder, and Del's memories: quieter, until at last: his mind... his past... and his wits sank into the depths of the lake, and the, long lost Master Architect Delbherhune became known (by the people of Lordaeron) only, as The Terror of Brightwater Lake: a tale told to those foolish enough to travel its shores after nightfall.
As the scourge washed over the land, the Lich King departed, and the Forsaken were born, Delbherhune payed no mind, until... the Valkyr stumbled upon an ancient grave, filled with dusty old bones.
Against the will of his whispering companion, the architect was ripped from the shores of his lake, and returned to the world of the living; reborn as Forsaken. Maddened, hungering and entirely unaware of his new gifted lfie: The Terror of Brightwater Lake wanders the waking world once more. Though all that remains of the creature's mind displays only brief moments of clarity during which he may be found drafting new plans for twisted, unnatural structures, analyzing architectural design and materials of choice, or quoting the haunting doctrines of his new master...
((WIP))