Over the course of history, several beings have been chosen to bear the Ebon Skull, and hold the title "Lich Lord". Beings of immense power, they acted as the guiding hand of Oblivion, and the unquestioned master of the Order. These are the histories gathered to date.
I am the thorn in the foot, I am the blur in the sight
I am the worm at the root, I am the thief in the night
I am the rat in the wall, the leper that leers at the gate
I am the ghost in the hall, herald of horror and hate
I am the rust on the corn, I am the smut on the wheat
Laughing man's labor to scorn, weaving a web for his feet.
I am canker and mildew and blight, danger and death and decay
The rot of the rain by night, the blast of the sun by day
I warp and wither with drought, I work in the swamp's foul yeast
I bring the plague from the south and leprosy from the east
I am the shrill cold spirit that you feel after dark
I am the chaos that tears stars apart.
You cannot escape me
You cannot defeat me
You can only embrace me
Sermon given by Dealthagar, Herald of Oblivion, Black Mass 2/14/10
Good evening my brothers and sisters.
I am the thorn in the foot, I am the blur in the sight
I am the worm at the root, I am the thief in the night
Laughing man's labor to scorn, weaving a web for his feet.
Etheng, faithful of Oblivion. Etheng indeed.
Tonight we shall speak on the topic of enticement. The "fall from grace".
Most of us have seen the events of the last few weeks unfold in a personal way. The boldness of the Paladins of Sanctus. Their actions, so full of fervor, so full of raw....hate. Yes, my flock, Hate. Hate is a powerful tool for the children of Oblivion. D'Thal, what is a deathknight without hate?
D'thal Morlith: A corpse.
Kaelthir, what is a lich without hate?
Kaelthir: Liches only hate when we are driven to do so. But should we be driven to hate, it is devastating for the one to draw such ire.
*Dealthagar looks to Izrem* What is a necromancer without hate?
Izrem Verin'Vlos: An impotent bookworm.
*Dealthagar smiles*
It is hate that fuels us. That powers us. That which drives us. Hate for the status quo. Hate for the existence that is mundanity. But... Ceinwyn, what is a Paladin *with* hate?
Ceinwyn ab'Arawn: Sooner or later, one of us
*Dealthagar nods and smiles*
With hate, Sanctus and all other paladins become like us. They become us. Driven from the light. Their virtues forgotten, their beloved beliefs a sham! HATE! It is a seed. A seed of doubt. A seed of infestation. A seed of Oblivion. See how the protectors of the virtues flock to their foresworn enemies, blinded by hate? They leave those they are bound to protect to make war? What virtue of the light does war come from?
*Dealthagar chuckles*
Pride. Hopelessness. Apathy.
*Dealthagar pounds his fist on the altar*
Their virtues are a sham. It is our place to remind them of this. It is our place to remind them at every turn! They are hollow! As hollow as a skull. An Ebon Skull. The source, the altar, the repository of our faith. They can struggle. They can deny. THEY CAN CRY TO THE HEAVENS AND WAIL! But WE know the truth!
They cannot escape us!
They cannot defeat us!
THEY CAN ONLY EMBRACE US!
ETHENG!
So...for your lesson to take into the world, my beloved flock Go forth...and sow hate. Make them choke on their hate. Make them know our hate. Let them feel nothing but hate! Etheng. Etheng indeed.
Walk in Darkness.