Aelaldric was born in the Elven Valley and was welcomed into the world by
loving parents. The elves of the valley live simply - their society bares
no specific vocations or rigid hierarchy. All of the adult elves contribute
to providing food, shelter and security while the young are allowed to spend
most of their days playing and exploring. So it was that Aelaldric grew up
without any specific direction in life. He was not the largest, fastest, or
even the smartest boy amongst his friends, and he often found himself
envious of the others. As he grew older and became attracted to some of the
females in the valley, it was clear that there was no reciprocation. While
he was attractive, as any elf is likely to be, his other deficits
aforementioned found him wanting for a mate. The females paired up, one by
one, with the other boys who were bigger, faster, smarter, and more
When it became evident that he would be alone, at least for the foreseeable
future, Aelaldric set out from the valley to seek a new life. His departure
was all smiles, hugs, well-wishing and encouragement, but for him it was
insincere. As soon as his back was turned, he set a scowl on his face and
carried within him a deep resentment for his people. He was determined to
make a name for himself in the wider world, return as an renowned individual
and show all of the women that they were wrong to pass him over.
Aelaldric spent a great deal in time in the city of Seringale, learning
about the people, economy, and different vocations. Having spent time
considering his path, he decided that he would join the paladin guild. From
the moment he joined, he fantasized about the looks on the faces of his
friends as he rode into the valley on the back of a magnificent steed,
sunlight gleaming off of his full plate armor. He would smile down at them,
nodding as the women swoon and the men watch him with jealousy plain upon
If Aelaldric had been more attentive to his studies, he may have known that
it is dangerous for a paladin to carry resentment, anger, and jealousy in
their hearts. There are many dangers that exist in the world and a paladin
must have a will of steel, lest one of those dangers take advantage of his
weakness of mind. Such a danger was destined to find Aelaldric and change
his course forever.
An uninvited horror
The realm of Acadia is an exceptionally beautiful and richly magical
place. It is home to a vast number of intelligent, mystical beings with
their own societies and vocations. Most creatures are benevolent, kind-
hearted, and happy to live their lives peacefully. Despite the beauty of
the realm and the goodly demeanour of most of its inhabitants, Acadia should
not be mistaken for an idyllic paradise. Most bard songs would describe it
as such focusing on the beauty, wonder, health, and joy of the land, but in
reality horrors exist in Acadia that would drive a man mad if he were to
even bear witness to them for but a moment.
The demon Xrxz'thyx is one of those horrors. As is common with most demons,
he knew not how he came into existence or for how long he had borne
consciousness. He knew not if he existed for any purpose other than sating
his own sadistic pleasures. Without a home, without a purpose, he was free
to pursue his every desire without reservation.
Demons exist in all shapes and sizes and with any number of supernatural
traits. Xrxz'thyx was a malevolent being without a corporeal form.
Completely weightless, invisible and insubstantial, even to the scrying eye,
he was able to travel Acadia as he pleased. His ability to avoid scrutiny
was so profound that he could hover aside the most astute cleric and cause
naught but fleeting goosebumps.
One might wonder how a malevolent incorporeal creature might cause pain and
suffering to corporeal beings. If asked such a question, Xrxz'thyx would
gladly demonstrate his ability to possess the body of a living being. He
would likely demonstrate this ability by invading the source of the initial
query, wrestling control of their body from them, then using their very
fingers to gouge out their eyes.
Over time, his pleasure from causing the same type of suffering over and
over to the same types of creatures began to fade. One can only possess a
brownie and murder their entire family so many times before the lustre
fades, after all. Xrxz'thyx spent eventually spent less time possessing
creatures and more time searching for the perfect victim.
After many Acadian decades of searching, he saw her. She was unlike
anything he had ever seen before. She was extremely tall, and
broad-shouldered. She had a square, wide face with a crooked nose that
appeared to have been previously broken. She had large eyes with blue
irises, flecked with gold. Her grey hair was bound in tiny plaits and kept
back from her forehead with a leather band. Her grey skin looked thick and
resilient. Xrxz'thyx had never seen a storm giant before, but he knew
immediately that she was not from Acadia.
His exhilaration at encountering such a creature rapidly faded and was
replaced with horror as he realized she was at that very moment preparing to
Her words struck him as sure as any blow "I have done all I can here. I
must return to my home now. I bid you all farewell."
NO! She could not escape. Xrxz'thyx could not lose this opportunity. He
would have her. He would BE her. He excelled himself toward her, ready to
dive in and begin the familiar struggle. At the very last moment he halted
completely. Wait. Where was she going? What delicious experiences might
await him from whence she came? Yes. Allow her to go home, but not alone.
Words interrupted his thought "Remember this: if you ever had need of me,
simply send me a message and I will come."
The creature finished placing wisp essences in a circle and some annoying
pixies began to strum their harps and sing. A small portal opened and the
laughed and squeezed her way through - completely unaware that she had just
allowed an uninvited guest access to her homeland.
The perfect host
Xrxz'thyx emerged from the portal in a forest, with the strange woman in
front of him. While green and lush, the forest was much less vibrant than
anything he had seen in Acadia. This land seemed to lack the constant
background of mystical energy that was ever present on the other side of the
portal. Despite that, he was exhilarated to be in this new land and was
looking forward to the new opportunities that he would find here.
He quelled his urge to dive into the strange woman and decided to follow
her. He would see where she went, who she would encounter, and what she
would do. She would be his unknowing guide to this new land. He would
learn of the land and its people before he would have his fun. His sense of
self-preservation overshadowed his desire to cause pain and suffering -
just. He would need to know what threats exist, before he could begin his
play in earnest.
It did not take Xrxz'thyx long to learn that the new land he now existed in
was named Serin. It also did not take him long to learn the lay of the
land. This creature that he had followed, whose name he now knew was Serra,
was very busy. She went many places, spoke with many people, and wherever
she went, Xrxz'thyx was there as her silent shadow. He had planned to
follow her for years, but in reality he only followed her for a very short
There were two things that foiled his plan to follow Serra for a prolonged
period. First was her frustrating fascination with sitting alone, writing
or reading. She spent an inordinate amount of time in these solitary tasks
and it took every ounce of his willpower to resist possessing her and
shoving that damned quill right into her eye. Wait, he could, however, if
it were not for the chance meeting with a creature that would change
everything for Xrxz'thyx.
On one of her breaks from that damned reading and writing, Serra ventured to
Seringale. There she met the most alluring creature that Xrxz'thyx had ever
encountered in his many years of existence. He was thin, yet well-muscled.
He had long, blonde, smooth, flowing hair and pointed ears. His spirit
emitted an intoxicating strength that practically begged for possession.
Xrxz'thyx learned that this was an elf. He had encountered thousands of
creatures in his existence, but he had never encountered anything quite like
this. He knew then that his patience had paid off. An elf would be his
first possession in Serin. Not this elf, however, for he could sense that
it had a strong will - perhaps even strong enough to resist.
Xrxz'thyx left Serra that very moment. He did not follow this new elf,
whose name he learned to be Kali. He decided instead to roam the lands,
seeking an elf suitable for possession. He stayed closely to Seringale and
followed any elf that he encountered, trying to gauge their willpower. He
followed Ilromie. He followed Cunnadd. He followed Crirawyn and Shala. He
followed Veara, Fenriel and Keriel as well. These elves were all alluring.
He was particularly interested in Kali, Ilromie, Cunnadd, Shala, and Veara,
but success with them could not be guaranteed. He followed Lerildric for a
full celestial. He watched him day and night - carefully considering him
and yearning to once more feel the exhilaration of possession. Eventually
he decided that he should start with an elf that was easy to overcome. He
left Lerildric and began his search once again.
Then he found it - the perfect specimen. Young, alone, weak willed and full
of anger and resentment Aelaldric would not be able to summon much of a
fight. Xrxz'thyx followed him for only half of a celestial, watching as he
travelled with Marroc and Madroic. He watched as they slaughtered vampiric
butlers, Aelaldric's strength and energy fading with each fight. When the
party took sleep, he made his move.
It is difficult to adequately describe the horrific, violating feeling of
being invaded by another sentient being and having to fight them for your
very survival. All beings are able to summon some modicum of defense, but a
powerful, experienced demon like Xrxz'thyx will almost always have the
advantage - especially when attempting to overcome a sleeping, weak-willed
Aelaldric thought it was a nightmare at first. He had lost much ground
before he realized what was happening and that he must fight back.
Confusion and panic gave way to anger and revulsion. He struggled futilely
against his invader. He fought his very best, but his very best was
woefully inadequate. Anger slipped into terror as Aelaldric realized that
he was losing the struggle. In his last moment of self- awareness, he
thought of his friends and family wishing him well as he left the elven
valley, setting out to make his mark on the world. As he faded away, he
wondered if his spirit would be temporarily suppressed or destroyed
A Dark Bargain
The demon now had a body but Aelaldric was young, weak, and he had no
resources to speak of. Xrxz'thyx would need to put in some effort if he was
going to turn the elf into a tool of destruction. To that end, he set out
to the dark-knight guild in Seringale. Xrxz'thyx had never taken a creature
of Serin before and he had never taken an elf. Aelaldric's movements and
speech were jarring and disjointed - his tongue often slipping from common
to elven to demonic. The guildmaster sensed this demonic connection and
turned him away. He was likewise turned away in Timaran. When he ventured
to Darkhaven he found much less discerning experts that were willing to
train him, but only in exchange for a large sum of gold.
How does one secure a small fortune in short order? A bargain, of course.
Xrxz'thyx searched for other travelers. Powerful travelers. He found
Dogran, the Sinister Minister, Forsaken of Legion, in Seringale. He
approached Dogran and stated that he was in need of coin, and stated the
purpose for which he required it. Dogran was intrigued that any being would
approach him so with such a demand, so he did not dismiss the elf outright.
Instead they spoke - demon and forsaken. A bargain was struck. A large sum
of gold in exchange for future service in the Legion.
Aelaldric grew in strength, in wealth, and in notoriety. He joined the
Legion, as he said he would, and served under Dogran. After the Sinister
Minister's ascension, the demon was the lone Legionairre for many
celestials. Lesser beings came and went, but the demon persisted. He found
many victims - Knights, Warlords, unaffiliated - it mattered not. They were
all his prey.
The demon was reckless and relentless - constantly throwing the poor elf's
body at superior foes and engaging in battles with impossible odds. For the
demon, though, defeat was just as sweet as victory. His host, the poor
Aelaldric, felt the slash of every blade. He felt the sting of every whip,
the bone crunching force of every staff blow, and wept silently every time
he was overcome and awoke again in the temple. Revived and restored by the
gods, but never alone. His passenger was ever present.
Many celestials after Aelaldric had joined, Dogran saw it fit to disband the
Legion. The army was not what he had envisioned, for it was no army at all.
The demon was cast out. The bargain was completed. A small fortune in
exchange for many celestials of service - a good trade in the eyes of
Xrxz'thyx. When you are an immortal demon, a few celestials is but the
blink of an eye.
Thus freed of his obligation, the demon was poised to determine his true
place in Serin.
There is something very sinister about the elf you see before you. He is
tall, muscular, fair skinned, and has perfectly smooth skin. He has long,
blonde hair that is tied in a tight braid. His eyes, however, are far from
what one would expect from a typical elf. His irises are red and his sclera
are bloodshot. They are surrounded with deep purple and his brow is angled
in a scowl. His thin lips are pulled up in a slight sneer. He shifts
uneasily from foot to foot, looking about as if he is seeking something -
perhaps keeping an eye out for predator or prey. Only he knows.