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Fixation

A not so old set featuring a necromancer I’ve yet to introduce into a story because I haven’t progressed the story he’d be part of far enough yet. It was set to be a Manly Monday post, but I messed up and didn’t have Telhis in is most current attire and I didn’t feel like taking any NSFW shots of him after I took these, so I just held off on posting it. :\

Obsession

The title of strongest is but a word. It can hold weight or be masked in lies. There was once a necromancer by the name of Soul-Crusher who once bore the title of The Strongest Necromancer. It was said that she was, in a sense, necromancy personified having amassed the skills and knowledge of every notable necromancer that lived during her time. But once she reached this peak, Soul-Crusher vanished... leaving the title of strongest up in the air...

An ill-known necromancer by the name of Telhis Romodayn sought to claim said title for himself for he knew his powers, although weaker than Soul-Crusher’s, to be adequate to take on the mantle himself. Why was he so brazen? Romodayn knew that for one to have forcefully amassed so much power and so much knowledge that the consequences would be dire. He knew that Soul-Crusher’s disappearance could have only been due to Magicka Poisoning. However he hoped he was wrong, he hoped he found her in good health so he could crush her beneath his boot. But during the almost three years he’s searched for her, he’s not seen a trace of her... But then he felt a shift in Magicka coming from Markarth, and he felt two overpowering presences one that was brimming full of power, and one that was slowly waning...

Having come so close to what he believed to be his destiny, Romodayn’s thoughts centered on Soul-Crusher and the legend she’d left behind. His obsession on claiming the title of strongest consumed him to the point where he didn’t eat or sleep as he allowed this singular purpose drive him forward...

“...I’ll be damned if I let a cripple keep the title of the most powerful necromancer! ...”

                                                                                            —Telhis Romodayn

Part One of my Manly Monday set :|

Listener: Your question is weird... What drives me to kill? What drives you to breathe? What drives you to get up in the morning? What drives you NOT to kill those who annoy you, those that you don’t like, those that deserve it? I was born to kill. I’ve been killing since birth. My first kill was my mother, and I didn’t even know what I’d done nor did I ever look back. As to your second question, I was with the Brotherhood prior to Astrid joining. Our name was synonymous with fear, death, and respect. But I could see its leadership declining while I was with the group and bailed. I would NOT be part of a faux-Brotherhood, and I made it my mission to put it on the right path if it seemed to be... Less than worthy of the Night Mother’s guidance. Apparently she agreed with me, and here we are.

Introducing Telhis Romodayn