Rinalya of the Lionna Server

In the very beginning, I was alone.

I was alone to contemplate the mysteries of the fallen goddess…alone to plan my reign of carnage. Most of all, I was alone in my goal to find the Catalyst, a person so strong that there was no chance he could fail…and through him or her, I could bring the world to its knees, to wreak chaos across Elmore, Aden, Gracia. No corner would be left untouched, no town untainted, no home unharmed from my crusade.

This is my crusade of Chaos.

I was alone for the longest time, when I appeared on this pathetic world. But I waited. It would not be long. Someone would find me. It was only a matter of time. These mortals were a curious people, all of them. The first took what I consider a day, although in their time, who really knows how long it was.

Two men, I think. Yes. I could see them from my cleverly hidden position. But it did not take too long for them to find me. I could feel the glee spreading throughout me. At last, a beginning for my dreams had arrived.

I watched, as the one called Shandren approached me, a Dark Elf by nature. He was immediately in awe of my appearance. He reached for me, curious.  And it was that curiosity that I snared, that I stole from him. As soon as he touched me, he was lost. Now I had control, and his eyes were full of anger and bloodlust…not curiosity.

The other had backed away. He knew. The disgusting priest knew what I was all about. How I hate Clerics.  Their magic disgusts me by nature. They would end my chaos and bring order to that which I strive for. They should be destroyed. Yes, and Shandren knew my wishes.

The Cleric called upon his healing magic. He sought to drive me away, to purge my presence from the mind of the Bladedancer. Ha! Like a mere Cleric could ever stand against my combined powers! My brothers and sisters ate things like that mere mortal for breakfast, and he thinks he can exorcise me from their presence. Unlikely!

I felt only pleasure as Shandren stepped forward to slay his brother. I wanted to taste that blood. “Slay him.” I whispered. “Slay him and more and I will bring unfathomable power to you!”  He could not resist this, but how could he? I admit I am a bit confident, but I know myself well. With the Cleric dead, I told him to roam, to take me to a far off place full of people and slay them all!

I wanted to feel the blood trickling from the wounds, to see the anguish on the faces of the innocent, to speedily bring about chaos and the end of mortal control. But this Bladedancer, I could sense it, he was not the Catalyst. He was but a starting point; the spark that would start the fire. If he knew who and what I was, he never would have touched me.

We moved towards the city, my excitement growing with each step. That was when I saw the hulking mass of that Orc, standing in the middle of the road. He was wearing a heavy armor, strong and expensive looking. A Destroyer! Yes, perfect for my designs.

The Dark Elf Shandren moved forward against this Destroyer, as I instructed him. But I had already decided that my time with him was done. He began to attack the Orc, wounding him only slightly, and that was when I slipped from his grasp. The power slipped away, to a new host.

Karashek, the Destroyer, did not move at first. But I tempted him.  It is what I do so well, how could I not? “Karashek…take hold of your destiny young Orc…claim the power.” He scooped me up from the ground, holding me high above his head. My edges gleamed in the sunlight as the sky reddened. He was not the Catalyst either, but it was fine. He would do just fine…for now.

I whispered to him and instructed him to call something out for the people gathering behind us. They were streaming out from Giran. They could sense my presence. He slew a Dark Elf quickly, the blood cascading to the ground, and I was glorified in it.

“Zariche lives! Chaos will come to the world!” I cried, through him.

He turned to the mass that surged towards him, wanting me, wanting that power.

I was not worried. Winning and losing make no difference to me.