Itzenxilaatl Rubrumstell the Emperor of Emptiness, Anathema to the Empire

Role

Itzenxilaatl was born in Seantryn Modan in a normal family. His father 
was a cityguard, and his mother had a small shop of elixirs, potions, and 
other magical items. Though most of it was, of course, useless colored 
flasks with bold letters on them devoid of any magical properties.

They weren't rich, of course. The money that they have been earning was 
enough for a food and, sometimes, visiting carnivals or city markets but 
definitely not enough for a proper education for their only child.

As usual in families like his, Itzenxilaatl was assisting his mother in 
the shop, and he sincerely hated it. He hated the people who came daily 
to buy a potion of lust to seduce an immature girl; or a toxin, to get 
rid of a competitor; or just an elixir of longevity that, of course, 
wouldn't do anything except give the purchaser diarrhea. He hated all the 
rich people who spent money on petty things while he was forced to work 
for chicken feed. 

Because of his dislike for the customers, he was trying to keep his 
distance from them. He barely spoke, and when he did, it was usually one 
or two words like yes, no, or I don't know. Combined with 
semi-dyslexia, it was torture for him to talk with anyone, including his 
own parents. They didn't care about that though, as long as he was doing 
his job in the shop.

The longer he spent in his life, the more he became an introvert who 
avoided people at all costs. Usually, he would sit in a corner of the 
shop reading cheap books that he was able to buy for pennies stolen from 
his parents. Because of course they didn't pay him any salary. He was 
fed, he had more or less clean clothes, and he had a roof above his head, 
and that was more than enough for him.

One evening, when traders in the city market were packing their things 
up, he was walking down the rows, looking for oil and coloring 
ingredients so his mother could prepare new fake potions. He was walking 
along, pondering how weird it was that his father, a guard, knew of this 
guilt, and yet he was fine with it. Money is above the law? Maybe it was 
good when you have them, but if you don't - only laws could protect you. 
But if laws were not working who would protect him if something 
happened?

And something did happen. Suddenly, he heard shouts and sounds of a 
clinging weapons. He heard horrible roars and moans, and someone with a 
hissing voice was chanting weird words that he'd never heard before. Yes! 
It was a fight, right in the center of the city, and not just a fight - 
it was a fight between city guards and a terrible being dressed in black!

From under a table, Itzenxilaatl watched the fight. The man in black, a 
magician, obviously was a master of the Dark Art, mostly forbidden in the 
kingdom. Against him, six guards and their captain were standing, 
fighting against horrible, skeletal creatures who were protecting their 
master. What an unfair fight!, pondered Itzenxilaatl. Six against one, 
and three things! Meanwhile, city guards were getting rid of the 
skeletal beings. One of them managed to sneak behind the dark mage and 
prepared to strike him from behind, and Itzenxilaatl couldn't stop his 
shout. 'Behind!', he yelled reflexively, and the next moment, dark flames 
engulfed the guard and he fell on the bricks - dead. The dark mage 
glanced at Itzenxilaatl and blinked?!

'Oh damn!' thought Itzenxilaatl, crawling away from the mess. 'I'm a 
criminal now? Am I?!'. He was sure that the other guards noticed what had 
happened, and after dealing with the mage, they would come after him. He 
made it safely to the next street and ran home where he huddled in a 
corner shivering, awaiting his upcoming execution. 

It wasn't long when he heard knocks on the door. 'Don't open it!' he 
tried to say, but words couldn't leave his spasmed mouth. His mother 
opened the door, and the city guards were there. I'm dead! panicked 
Itzenxilaatl. He would run, but all his body turned into jelly, he 
couldn't even rise to his feet.

To his surprise, the guards didn't break in. Instead, they gave something 
to his mother, said a few words, and left. She closed the door and 
lowered on the floor right there, silently. Half an hour later, she stood 
up and moved to the center of the room and sat on the chair. In her 
hands, Itzenxilaatl saw the helmet of his father with a big red star on 
it, a star that Itzenxilaatl had painted on it long ago, and some bundle, 
packed in a brown fabric.

'Your father, Itzenxilaatl, is dead, she said quietly. 'He was fighting 
a rogue necromancer and almost got him. He was a brave man he shouldn't 
die that way. That evil, twisted way!and she cried. 'That criminal he 
he drained his life, turned him into dust! If not the boy who shouted, if 
not for that bastard, your father would be alive! And she kept crying. 
And Itzenxilaatl was silently staring at the red star that he painted 
long ago.

'All that is left of your father it is his helm, said Itzenxilaatl's 
mother, placing the red-starred helm on Itzenxilaatl's bed. 'And this 
this is what he died for and the bundle found its place by the helm. 
'It's a book that Jihm found on the ground when the murderer disappeared 
in a dark cloud. Maybe maybe it is a clue. And you'll find him and 
avenge for your father, someday she said before leaving his room.

Itzenxilaatl opened the bundle to find inside a book - of course, of the 
deepest black color ever, with a bloody-red symbol on it. The symbols 
looked ancient, and the language was unknown to Itzenxilaatl. He trailed 
them with his finger and felt a weird tickling in his palm, then his 
whole arm the tickling crawled into his body, shoulder, and entered his 
very heart. He thought that he would die, but the tickling stopped and 
vanished as suddenly as it had appeared. Itzenxilaatl was extremely 
intrigued. So much that he forgot who the book belonged to.

Now, during the days, Itzenxilaatl was working in the shop. During the 
nights paying all his daily his earnings to a greedy, old librarian. The 
dirty fat bastard wasn't a good teacher, but he had keys to the 
bookshelves, and he knew how to read and write. He even knew some ancient 
dialects at a basic level, but with the right books, Itzenxilaatl could 
use those bits of knowledge and translate them. In symbols, words, 
sentences and texts, Itzenxilaatl had found his passion and dedication. 
And to understand his enemy, he had to read the black book with bloody 
red writing inside. Maniacally, restlessly, he was studying ancient 
books, searching for a clue, but so far, everything was futile. 

Years passed. The old librarian died from intoxication caused by some 
fatally poor alcohol. Itzenxilaatl's mother, after the death of her 
husband and protector, couldn't keep maintaining the shop full of 
counterfeits and mismade potions. Fortunately for Itzenxilaatl, he was 
hired to replace his teacher, and now he spent day and night in the 
library. But the book was still a mystery. It became his obsession, his 
mania, to decipher it and learn what was inside and who that man was who 
wrote the book. Now, Itzenxilaatl had no doubts: the murderer of his 
father was an author of this work himself.

The more Itzenxilaatl studied ancient languages, the deeper and deeper he 
dwelt in the dark art of Necromancy. Zealously, he searched for clues 
that would help him to read the book and, ultimately, discover the 
origins of it's author. But everything in that regard was futile. 
Instead, he uncovered something else: his own affinity to the magical 
energies. He was intrigued by Necromancy, and by the twisted beauty of 
it, of how effectively it redirected streams of life into a completely 
different way that the very nature of the universe couldn't expect.

Soon, he was able to reproduce the simplest spells. Inspired by his own 
talents and his own power, he was descending lower and lower into the 
dark arts. Soon, in the old library, there were no books left to satisfy 
him: he had read them all and learned as much as possible. And then, he 
developed a plan.


His plan was simple: to find and destroy the damned dark mage, he would 
become more powerful than his enemy. And then, he would, of course, be 
able to find a key to that damned book, and then he'd find his enemy. And 
then, he'd avenge his father, for his life, and for what Itzenxilaatl had 
become. Darkness against darkness, death for death, and he'd be his 
nemesis, no matter what else Itzenxilaatl would have to sacrifice. He 
stepped on this path, and he knew - it was too late to turn back.

Dark arts and forbidden rituals became his only passion. He kept sinking 
deeper and deeper into things that would turn a usual mortal insane - so 
horrible and perverted they were. Now, he could turn the blood of a 
living being into a poisonous liquid at will. He could turn the eyes of 
his prey blind, or a spell he was most proud of, he could put nearly 
anyone into a magical slumber and do whatever evil things he liked with 
the helpless body. He found satisfaction in his powers and talents, and 
the death of his father started becoming less and less important. 

Realizing that he was losing his humanity, Itzenxilaatl marked a red star 
on the books that he was reading. Then on the clothes he was wearing, on 
his magical instruments. Stars reminded him of who he was, and why he was 
studying the dark arts. As it was insufficient, he started to scar his 
own body, carving red stars on his hands, palms, and arms. Each time he 
caught himself oblivious of who he was, he passionately added a red star. 
Soon, his whole his body was covered with red star scars of different 
sizes and forms.

Years of loneliness and isolation, spent with mind-shattering, 
soul-draining books and with darkness, his only friend couldn't pass 
unnoticed. Slowly, Itzenxilaatl was losing his connection with the world 
of living. Yet, he still was a mortal, and had weaknesses that mortals 
usually do. One of them was a need for socialization, or, rather, he 
needed someone to admire his successes and discoveries. He had learned 
how to raise the undead, but they weren't intelligent enough to praise 
Itzenxilaatl's achievements. Mercenaries he bought didn't speak truth, 
and other mages what could they understand about the true art!

Partially out of boredom, partially out of his twisted mind, Itzenxilaatl 
started to experiment with embalming - but in an unusual way: instead of 
using it on the corpses and their body parts, he captured the living 
beings and embalmed them while they were still alive. What was he trying 
to achieve? He didn't know himself. But over time, he had collected a 
large number of live-embalmed body parts. His most successful achievement 
was an embalmed live fetus of an elf who was now dwelling in an old glass 
can that Itzenxilaatl keept on his belt. Empowered by dark energies, his 
friend was not alive, but also not dead. But now, at least, Itzenxilaatl 
didn't feel alone, and that unnamed thing was kind of a friend. 
Sometimes, Itzenxilaatl being distracted, would talk to that thing, 
calling him Bob. Why Bob? He couldn't say if someone asked.  Sometimes, 
Itzenxilaatl thought that he heard his words, but they were always 
somewhere in the corner of his mind, like a quiet and distant echo of a 
whisper.

Itzenxilaatl was realizing his situation. Slowly, he was trading his 
sanity to the knowledge that was draining his soul and filling it with 
darkness and power. Less and less of him was a human being. Moral, 
conscience, good or bad - all those principles have lost their meaning to 
him. Yet to keep what remained, he needed an anchor, and he found it in 
his now shattered and blurred memories of his father. Itzenxilaatl still 
remembered what his father taught him of the laws and it's principles, 
and those principles have weirdly coincided with his art - where he kept 
everything in an absolute order. Those memories became Itzenxilaatl's 
only lighthouse within the darkness where he lived. 


But he also had a different landmark: His arch-enemy. A controversial 
element of chaos in the structured and organization of Itzenxilaatl's 
existence. He was a teacher who accidentally and unintentionally became 
his dark guide, and an enemy to be conquered to avenge his father. This 
circumstance was driving Itzenxilaatl - who strived to keep everything 
sorted, clean, and structured - mad, because if he couldn't keep 
everything in order, he would definitely lose his mind and himself. Order 
- this is what kept Itzenxilaatl more or less sane. And passion was doing 
exactly the opposite.

During his research of how to balance those antinomy, Itzenxilaatl 
discovered that citizens of the Empire were being empowered by an 
Imperial Codex - an unbelievably strong magical artifact that was bound 
to the very Order itself, and of the Tribunals, who had a similar item of 
power in their Spire. Yet, though Tribunals were closer to what his 
father dedicated his life for, Itzenxilaatl blamed them, and the weakness 
of the guards who were there that night, in his death. So, the only 
logical choice was joining the Empire And Itzenxilaatl decided to take 
an oath, become a citizen, and bind his soul to a Codex to try to save 
what was left of his mind and of himself.

Bliss is a creation of Itzenxilaatl, a semi-alive fetus, brought to life 
by negative energy. Typically, necromancers use these beings as guides to 
the world of the dead, the negative and shadow planes, or as mediums when 
they contact the deceased or seek answers from the spirits. Itzenxilaatl 
has created Bliss for the same purpose. Creating  a living fetus is 
perhaps the darkest thing that a sentient being could do, and though 
Itzenxilaatl was a true necromancer, he had not lost all his humanity. At 
least - not yet. 

Fortunately, one day, during his travels, he visited a Darsylon city when 
he heard a call to everyone. A princess was sick, and anyone who could 
help would be rewarded generously by the King himself. Curious, 
Itzenxilaatl proceeded to the castle with other healers and shamans, 
pretending to be one of them. Soon, the best candidates were chosen, and 
Itzenxilaatl, due to his knowledge of the human anatomy (which wasn't a 
big surprise) was one of them. They were escorted to the princess' 
apartment where the beauty lay on a massive bed inlaid with gems and 
golden leaves. From the first glance, Itzenxilaatl could tell she was 
dying. Death's grey tentacles, invisible to others, were embracing her 
and her unborn child. The child still had a chance to survive - if 
Itzenxilaatl performed an operation. The princess would inevitably die in 
the process, but she would likely die anyway, and nothing in the world 
could save her. This is what Itzenxilaatl told everyone. His words 
angered the King so much that Itzenxilaatl was taken away by the guards 
and imprisoned.

After several days, the guards brought Itzenxilaatl back to the princess' 
room. She had died. But within her, a spark of life still was pulsating. 
A tiny heart, beating slow, like a dying flame of a candle in the wind. 
He was asked to save it by any means necessary. Itzenxilaatl named the 
price. He would save the child, but take it with him. Not because he was 
an evil witch, but because it was the only way to save the poor baby. If 
they had listened to him earlier, it wouldn't be necessary. The deal was 
sealed. When they realised that the fetus would live in a glass can 
forever, it was too late. The surgery was done, and Itzenxilaatl, knowing 
that he would be executed for such a dark deed, called to the darkness 
and vanished into the night, carrying the precious child away. He took 
care of the poor thing, but sometimes he asked himself if death would be 
more merciful than such an existence?

After that time, he avoided Darsylon at all cost. Sometimes, elven squads 
lurked in Udgaard, searching for him, but Itzenxilaatl managed to evade 
them and keep Bliss - as he called the child - safe. He felt that Bliss 
realized it, and perhaps felt a strange sympathy to its parent? Or 
master?

There was one dark night, when two ground-shaking events happened to 
Itzenxilaatl. First, all of a sudden, he was summoned to the Palace by 
the Imperial Inquisitor. From the first glance, Itzenxilaatl figured that 
Inquisitor was possessed by something - perhaps devil or God, it wasn't 
clear until the Inquisitor started to talk. He admitted admiration for 
Itzenxilaatl's studies and deathly effectiveness on the battlefield and 
gave Itzenxilaatl a very important task - to rebuild the Black Sect which 
was, till that time, mostly empty. Itzenxilaatl agreed and set it as one 
of his primary goals. He already had a plan, and now, he had the power to 
bring it to life.

After that, Itzenxilaatl went to the Inn of the Eternal Star. Everything 
relating to stars - especially if they were red - always attracted him. 
Though he, being a sociopath, didn't drink alcohol, he felt that it would 
be good at least to pretend that he was celebrating the sudden promotion. 
And there, he met the dark, deceptive god, Morius, deity of Scions, enemy 
of Empires. Mirous offered Itzenxilaatl a game to play - throw a coin. If 
Itzenxilaatl won, he would achieve a new power, if he lost - a flaw. 
Itzenxilaatl was perfectly aware of the deceptive nature of the god, but 
he decided to take a risk and learn his enemy, even if the risk was high. 
Sun was a win, moon - quite the opposite. And he threw the coin. In the 
next moment, he was staring at the moon, and Morious laughed evilly.

'You lose!' The dark god was extremely pleased,  'Now stand still 
there!' and he made a slashing motion with his hand, as if cutting 
something unseen. But Itzenxilaatl noticed that something shadowy emerged 
from his body and started to disappear in shadows but then, a sucking 
sound came from the can where Bliss was living, and water started 
bubbling with intense pressure like he had never seen before. And that 
shadowy, ethereal, almost unseen even to his trained eye substance went 
to the can and entered Bliss. The child shivered, and made a loud 
piercing scream,  startling, Olin, the Bartender - the tankard of ale he 
held crashed to the floor. 

Morius looked at Itzenxilaatl and said boldly, I took away part of your 
soul. Now, you'll be known as reckless, for I took the part that was 
responsible for your self-preservation--fear! and he disappeared in the 
shadows, continuing laughing heavily. Itzenxilaatl sat down to analyze 
his mental state and found something that amused him greatly. 

It appeared that Morius, a deity of his enemies, did Itzenxilaatl a huge 
favor. All that time, Itzenxilaatl was thinking of the future, and all 
this time, hed been afraid of his fate. Because it was widely known that 
the career of a successful necromancer ends with death, or an undead 
existence when he became undead himself. It was scary, horrible, so much 
so that Itzenxilaatl had delayed his progress within the guild as much as 
possible. But now now, the fear of that was gone, and with that fear, he 
began to see things, and the future, clearer than ever before. Mirous not 
only took his fear, but a good bit of the chaos and madness that had been 
swirling within Itzenxilaatl's soul and mind all that time. Making him 
reckless, Mirous had actually healed him and opened a gate, the gate to 
the future, to power, to eternity itself.

Also, a quite important and interesting side-effect was the unexpected 
progress of Bliss. Bliss, a mere semi-alive toy, child, pet, now became a 
vessel of Itzenxilaatl's fear and part of his very soul. With that, he 
became much more sentient, he began to feel - though, poor thing, he (or 
she, or it) mostly felt fear, panic, and uncertainty. But still, those 
were feelings, and a kind of evolution. Sometimes, whispering in 
Itzenxilaatl's head, Bliss would warn him about enemies who surrounded 
him or about dangers that Itzenxilaatl now was unable to realise. The 
magical bond between the two of them became stronger than ever before, 
and from this symbiosis, something greater will probably be born later.

To the great surprise of Itzenxilaatl, when the time came for the voting 
for the Emperor, he was chosen. It was strange because he didn't even 
really want the throne at that time, and didn't bother to formulate a 
plot or convince or bribe others. All he did were a few talks to other 
councillors, and a few notes. Yet, he won the vote and now he was an 
Emperor. It opened many new doors for him. Now, he may use the whole 
power of the empire to finally find his arch enemy.

At the same time, for an unknown reason, Bliss started to grow. Slowly, 
his container  was becoming too small for him, and his conscience also 
started to improve. Probably because of the new powers of his master and 
because of the fact that Bliss now possessed part of Itzenxilaatl's soul 
that Morius had cut out. Bliss needed a new place to live, and 
Itzenxilaatl decided to build a table in the throne room where a 
container for Bliss and other his treasures would reside. Furthermore, 
with his new powers, Bliss now was able to see through the realm of life 
and death, watching shadows with his piercing, undying gaze. He is the 
key for Becoming, thought Itzenxilaatl. At least, one of them.

Traveling through the darkness and shadows, Itzenxilaatl anticipated a 
moment when he would return to the Imperial lands and sit on his throne. 
His absence took a long while already, and work took a bit longer. He 
worried about a possible coup and developed a plan. Itzenxilaatl sent an 
order to his citizens - to construct a table decorated with rare gems. It 
was not just a task, it was a test for their loyalty. Those few who 
completed the task, confirmed their loyalty. Those who ignored the order 
were not to be trusted. Two of the three councillors - Zaol and Inaj - 
showed a lack of loyalty and one of them, who he'll meet first, has to be 
demoted while the second would get a warning. First Itzenxilaatl met 
Inaj, and Inaj was demoted. No one would dare ignore his orders after 
this demonstration of power. The next stage of rulership would be picking 
those who were the most loyal, even if they were not the strongest 
citizens - loyalty was far more important.

The more Itzenxilaatl submerged into the art of Necromancy, the more his 
passion for new knowledge, for the new powers, bloomed. Mysterious, 
frightening, and twisted, it was beautifully evil. While some were afraid 
of the night and of the monsters that  hide in the shadows, others make 
darkness their friend and let it cover them from their enemies. 
Itzenxilaatl took this philosophy to the next level, turning death itself 
into his friend and an ally.

With his newfound powers of the Imperial Black Sect, he managed to 
improve a Dark Feast ritual into something interesting. Now he was not 
just feasting himself, but also feeding Bliss with the corpses of his 
enemies. He was curious of the result: he was impressed by Bliss's 
progress, and each time he fed Bliss with someone's body part, he felt 
that Bliss was growing in power. Half elf, half human, half dead, now he 
was absorbing flesh and power of the dead, becoming something weird and 
entertaining.

Itzenxilaatl made Another interesting discovery. While he was summoning 
his greater undead, instead of a ghoul, he summoned a wailing banshee 
that arrived with piercing, woeful cries. Cold as death itself, she was a 
fierce being, effectively destroying enemies of Itzenxilaatl. He felt 
something weird about her origins and studied her each time she appeared. 
Finally, he noticed a faint, ghostly thread between Bliss and the 
banshee. Thread of empathy, pain, regret, and a great sorrow.  Judging by 
all this, and that she was an elf in her mortal life, he figured that she 
was a restless ghost, Bliss's mother, bound to her semi-live child in her 
afterlife. Itzenxilaatl tapped his fingers on the armrest of his throne, 
and pondered: "What a wonderful family we make - alive, dead, and 
something weird in the middle."

While the Order and the Codex itself balanced Itzenxilaatl, his passion 
for the Red Star mark kept driving him into a state of craziness. He 
understood it as a drug addict understands his disease, but was unable to 
fight it. It was good mania that he had to live with. But if one can't 
defeat something, one may find a way to benefit from it, and develop a 
way how to use it.

Now, he was Emperor, and he had thousands of people on whom he could 
carve his mark, satisfying his mania and keeping it from harming himself. 
Furthermore, he would proclaim that his mark of the Red Star was a rare 
reward that only the best citizens would wear. But he, of course, 
wouldn't tell anyone that was not  just a carving on the skin, not just a 
tattoo or a mark. His new stars were evil, magical sigils that slowly, 
unnoticeably, drains life from the wearers while they sleep, and transfer 
their life-force into Itzenxilaatls body, empowering him. Because isn't 
that what vassals are needed for? He'd taken regular skin carving to the 
next level, to the state of the art. Eventually, everyone would wear it, 
and he'd bathe in the power  like a dragon in volcanic flames.

After his unexpected emperorship, Itzenxilaatls plans for a slow, 
thoughtful, and effective education were completely ruined. Emperorship 
granted him new powers, authority - but also responsibility and risks. He 
wouldnt sit on the throne for a long time if he couldnt earn the 
respect of his vassals and his Councillors. He had to gain power, and he 
did it, quickly being promoted through the ranks within the Necromncers 
guild. Indeed, who would dare to refuse an Emperor? But now, Itzenxilaatl 
found himself surrounded by experienced, strong enemies - and, it was 
painful to admit for him, but some of them were stronger than he was. He 
would not learn anything in his guild anymore for he had learned 
everything they knew, and only the most powerful, deadly necromancers who 
had crossed the line between life and death could teach him of the most 
powerful spells. But there was just one very very little problem: he 
would have to cross that line himself. He, himself, would have to become 
undead, to become free from the limitations of mortals, from the weakness 
of a mortal body - or he would surely be destroyed by the darkest power 
that he would deal with that would flow through his body. Something deep 
inside him whispered that he should go that route, but he was frightened 
by such a future - no family, no love, nothing. Nothing but an 
unbelievable power! And maybe then he would find that one, his 
arch-enemy, THAT necromancer who changed his life - and probably death- 
so dramatically. 

Itzenxilaatl had to decide which route to take. Becoming a wight would 
definitely enforce that dark weirdness and chaos within his soul, that 
hed been fighting all his life; becoming a mummy was an interesting 
perspective, but too obvious and often used even by inepts of his guild, 
and it would not fit him well. There were also rumors about vampires, but 
he had doubts about this option: it would be absolutely weird if the 
Emperor were afraid of garlic, holy water, and couldnt enter any home 
without an invitation even within his own cities. And liches, the most 
powerful legendary beings, would they even talk to a mere mortal, even so 
talented and passionate of the Art, as he, Emperor of Thera? Would they 
talk to such a young mage? He hoped so He could become a true master of 
the Dark Arts, dread and deadly enough that the whole of thera would 
speak of him - with fear and respect. 

The more Itzenxilaatl was dwelling into the Art of Necromancy, the more 
he was sumbering into the darkness. To preserve what was left of his 
humanity, he began to collect his memories and thoughts into a diary. The 
first chapter started with a simple statement:

"Hello, myself. I dont know if youll ever read it, but if you do, I 
will be a different person, not what I am now. Maybe not even a human 
anymore. I look into a Darkness, and Darkness looks into my soul. The 
cost of power, I guess I figured that my passion for power is much 
higher than my fear of what will happen to me, and to my very nature. 
Power -its the meaning of life of every single being. 

Power! So many oblivious  fools who hide their lust for it behind 
beautiful words! Knowledge, self-realization, success, even luck! But 
everyone is striving for power, because Power is life. To read a book, or 
write a diary, we need to have a knowledge of how to do it. By reading, 
or writing, we are gaining lifetime experience that may be used later. By 
learning how to cast spells or use a sword, we are also gaining knowledge 
and experience - but why? What for? Whats the meaning of all this? 
Because this knowledge grants us an ability to use it and release the 
power that it grants us.

Because the more skilled and experienced warrior will defeat the less 
experienced, whose power is less. My own knowledge and experience grants 
me the power to defeat nearly any mortal and survive the most dangerous 
encounters. It grants me the power to lead an Empire and to stay on the 
throne, no matter the intrigues plotted behind my back- at least for now. 
Ill save my thoughts concerning that in the next entry.

An interesting note - after gaining enough power, the behaviour of a 
person is dramatically changed. An ego, boosted by power, demands us to 
test it, and after some tests, demands to release it. This is why there 
are wars, there are fights, and deaths, and victories. Power is a fuel- 
power is life and death at the same time. Power is everything, and now I 
completely realize and accept it because it is only a way to control it 
and to not be controlled. I have awakened, and I see my own ego clearly. 
My ego, it cannot be defeated, but it may be controlled and imprisoned in 
a cage of the unyielding will, where it must remain forever. Only then, 
well not be the slaves of the power, but its masters.

Good bye for now, myself. I dont know what you are now, or where you are 
now, but I know that you, like current me, are in an everlasting 
pursuit for Power, an everlasting pursuit for Perfection. Its my 
passion, and its yours, no matter what we are."

Hello, myself. How have you been? I have so many things that have 
happened recently that I must write them down. Lately, I feel that 
Darkness swirls within my soul, covering my mind again. Sometimes, I find 
myself in places that I have never been before, and I dont remember how 
I got there. Im afraid that Ill dissolve into it, but my notes could 
help me to keep consistency.

Today, I met Morius once again. After all, his gift was a curse, and it 
led me to a crushing defeat. He arrived to laugh at me, but we ended up 
with a deal that endangers the whole Empire, not just myself. But I had 
to, or this curse would lead me to further losses- and inevitable death. 

Per our agreement, I am not to demote High Priestess Sylvari, who is 
praying to him, no matter what. Of course, a serious crime against the 
Empire is an exception, but otherwise, she is not to be removed from the 
Council. I didnt realize the danger until Krata, a pledge to the Chasm, 
asked me for a Blood-oath, that I, of course, gave him. Now, Krata, per 
lord Gaspares will, is to be promoted to the Dread Lord. So, now we have 
two pawns of the lord Morius in the Council, and I feel like a pawn on 
the chessboard. I would never give a former scion such power, but I 
cannot argue with the Dark Lord - his power is incredibly higher than 
mine. The plan of lord Morius is clearly seen, its an upcoming coup 
against me, and one of them will take the throne - will try to, at least. 
If that happens, I suspect the whole Empire will be crushed and 
destroyed. My only hope is Ysforgul and Angaph, but if one of them is 
also Morian, everything is lost. I may step down to prevent it, but I 
cannot do it, my passion for power, my whole philosophy and my path is 
against such weakness. Ill have to resist their attempts, and I have to 
stay strong.

Speaking of lord Gaspare, we met not long ago. I shared my visions 
concerning my passion and the power, but we have yet to continue our 
talk. I am very curious about his vision on my finding, though I feel 
eternal coldness when I have spoken with him. But what else would one 
expect from the Lich-God?
I am also quite intrigued by Lady Ishuli. I have met her, we have 
discussed some things about the law on my Thera. The Spire, though they 
are subject to the Empire, are independent organizations, and our laws 
are a bit different. I would like to tune it a bit and allow retaliation 
in the cities, similar to Imperial laws. Also, Ive presented her a book, 
a registry of the most powerful necromancers of Thera, for the library. 
Maybe it will be published, though my work is not over yet - I am 
positive there are more that I have managed to find.

That is all for now, my dear future me. I hope you - me - are fine, and 
that we are still ruling on our lands. 

Hello, myself. How are you? What are you now? Who, or what am I now? I 
ask because I had a frightful meeting today. 

I do not deny, Ive been looking for it. Ive been searching for a way to 
become something better. Ive been seeking the power, and the way to 
remove limitations of my body. Yes Yes, I found that the power that I 
seek cannot fit inside the body of a mortal. Remember how we searched for 
the pieces of knowledge? How many days did we spend in the Library of 
Hamsah MuTazz, searching for the books and doing our research until we 
found it? Oh, if you - me - would know where this knowledge would lead 
us!

I have attuned myself to the negative energies, and after so many years, 
I know exactly what I shall seek. Moreso, Ive trained Bliss to watch for 
the fluctuations of the dark energies, both in this world and negative 
planes.We were vigilant, and finally, we have noticed a wave, a spark, 
something semi-alive, mighty, insane. We felt that it comes from the 
distant, western place known as Eil Shareia. It couldnt be a 
coincidence, it was exactly what we were looking for, waiting days and 
nights - that being, who thinks of himself as of the High Priest, 
awakened.

Of course I went to meet him, and brought Darlof, a priest of Morius, 
with me. I have learned that the High Priest was a bit out of his mind, 
but I had no idea to what extent, and couldnt imagine that he would be 
totally crazy, mad, and twisted - all at once. I cannot trust this paper, 
for I dont know who will read it, so I will not go into the details, but 
I think youll remember what happened there if I just mention a few 
things. 

The first is Feldestil - and it was extremely amusing, despite Darlofs 
sacrifice. I dont know what exactly what the High Priest had cut off 
him, but after that surgery, Darlofs voice became two tones higher! Now, 
each time I see Darlof, I cannot stop snickering, and cant not call him 
Feldestil and ask to bring me some imaginary wine! 

The second that you must recall is the Elixir of Life - yes, yes, not 
death! It was extremely difficult, it was extremely painful for my body, 
and for my ego to play that role.  But it all worked after all, and the 
Priest agreed to create an infamous Elixir. Also, remember - the Bronze 
Empress and spies. And lastly, the Cure - what finally worked.

For now, that's all. I am waiting for his call, and my collected 
intelligence confirms that well have to do a Grand Search, and if 
successful, you will be reading this diary, but you will be something 
else - far more than I am now. Wish me luck, myself from the future, if 
you are able to do that at all. 

Itzenxilaatl felt that he, though an Emperor, had lost something 
important. Something that he was counting on - a future that hed 
expected for himself. No doubt the High Priest of Eil Shareia had 
abandoned him, and it depressed the Emperor. He tried to reach his lord, 
Gaspare, for a long time and had no answer. Many other things also 
disappointed Itzenxiaathl: he fought and defeated a  goddess of the Tree, 
Aylosi, only for her to come back to him and defeat him in his own 
palace. All this led him to a decision to step down and let Ysforgul 
rule, since he was strong and enthusiastic. Yet, when he sent a missive 
about it to the Empire, Ysforghul took his own life. Sylvari, the High 
Priestess, disappeared after a crushing defeat due to her own stupidity 
in the village of the battleragers. Only the shadow lord remained, but he 
was not powerful enough to lead the Empire. Itzenxilaatl had no choice 
but to remain on his throne to keep the Empire from crumbling into dust.

Finally, Itzenxilaatl met his lord, Gaspare. They had a long talk, and 
for the first time, Itzenxilaatl managed to understand Gaspare and that 
his true intentions were always for the goodness of the Empire. Gaspare 
appeared to be his ally, not his nemesis - at least, for now. During the 
talk, lord Gaspare suggested to seek the Conservator, for the priest of 
Shareia was traveling and it was unknown when he would return, and so 
would not answer Itzenxilaatls call. Though it certainly demoralized 
Itzenxilaatl, rest was inspiring: his work on the Shattered Vessel was 
received well, and he was not a disappointment to his lord, as hed 
thought before this meeting.

So, Itzenxilaatl went to meet the Conservator. He quickly gathered the 
required things, brought them back with him, and went into a 
mummification. It was better than remaining a weak mortal. His will was 
so strong that he, of course, survived the process. During it, 
Itzenxilaatls vessel cracked, though not shattered. Power that was 
imprisoned in his body started to shine through cracks in his dried skin, 
through the bandages, making a mysterious image of a glowing humanoid 
being.

His semi-alive pseudo friend, or pseudo son, Bliss, was also affected by 
the cracking of his masters vessel. His glass was destroyed, and his 
body finally crumbled, but Bliss did survive. Now, though his spirit, his 
soul was released, he didnt leave Itzenxilaatl. Instead, hed chosen to 
stay in this world and become a ghostly companion to Itzenxilaatl. 
Together, with his mother-banshee, they began roaming Thera, looking for 
ways to rebuild the Empire.

But, though he had received unbelievable power and eternity by becoming a 
mummy, Itzenxilaatl wasnt satisfied. He believed that the mummy path was 
a common path and held no mysteries that a true master of Necromancy - a 
lich - would possess. His vessel was cracked, but not shattered; he 
didnt ascend. So, he decided to keep looking for a way toward further 
self-improvement, and for a way to become a lich. This brought an inner 
conflict, a kind of mania. He was constantly seeking enemies to murder, 
so he required more and more corpses to experiment on - to carve 
figurines out of their bodies. He was looking for a way to create a true, 
powerful phylacteries that only a most powerful undead, a lich, could 
produce. And, even knowing that his attempts were futile, he had to  keep 
trying.

Time was passing. The Emperor, undead artist, and undead scholar, kept his
quest for the Power, which was knowledge. He made many works, he wrote many
books, but it was never enough. But his new project, a 'Book of Luck,' suddenly
met unexpected difficulties, and Itzenxilaatl found himself in a difficult
situation: he had to make a choice.

"You cannot be my scholar and artist of Gaspare at the same time", Ishuli, a
lady of Knowledge told him. "You have to choose. It's simple, just tell Gaspare
that you are my scholar!", and she smiled, as Itzenxilaatl's choice was obvious
to her.

And of course, Itzenxilaatl was awful in poetry. His analytic mind was a mind
of a scholar of knowledge. Indeed, the choice was obvious, but....

"With my deepest respect and gratefulness for your kind offer, I have to
decline," replied Itzenxilaatl. "I write a lot, I collect knowledge, I absorb
it and categorize, but I do it because of my passion for it. I am Gasparian,
and maybe I'm a poor artist, but passion is my way."

Ishuli snorted slightly and left, obviously offended. The Emperor growled - he
had just turned down an opportunity that every mortal would dream about, and
turned down an obvious boost to his power for the sake of what? He wasn't sure.
But he knew he felt that it was the right decision - he would not give up his
way, his passion, no matter how tempting any offers made were.

And, of course, he'd continue his work on the books, now - for the Imperial
Library, as he has planned before.

Last part of the diary of Itzenxilaatl the Shattered Vessel, Undead Emperor of
Thera that was saved after his disappearing said:

"I don't know why I keep writing those chapters in my diary. Who will read
them? What for? I have no ancestors. Will it find a place in the Imperial
Library that I am seeking to redecorate and to improve? I doubt it. Earlier, it
made sense - to collect my thoughts in case I'll lose myself during Becoming,
but it didn't happen.

Yet, though I've remained sane, I've lost myself. I realised it when I've been
talking to Lord Gaspare. He told me to find the feelings, but since I lost my
mortality, I lost them. I may lie to myself, I may lie to him, but it makes no
sense. This is a dead end, and obviously he sees that I am not one of his
artists. Power that boils within me has replaced, has burned feelings, and
maybe even emotions, though, from time to time, I recall how it was - to feel
pleasure, to feel joy. Now, I feel only a hunger, constant hunger, for more and
more Power. It is my passion, but it is not what he wants from me. Alas, I'm
not a meek bard, or a poet. My art is death; my art is domination. *I* am an
object art by myself, and my whole existence is a performance. 

From now on, I'll walk my own path, and I'll create what *I* desire. And maybe
I'll find a feeling of pleasure again, instead of a cold and emotionless
satisfaction.

And yet, I am very disappointed. If I would be a mortal, I would be sad and
depressed, but even these feelings are just an echo, just a far memory of what
I could feel."

Disappointed by the recent events, being turned down by Gaspare and 
proclaimed a Soulless Husk and cursed with bad luck by him, Emperor 
Itzenxilaatl finally stepped down from the throne and became a councillor 
- an Imperial Dread Lord again, and even further, to the Elite Imperial 
Warlock. 

If he could be mortal again, he would breathe with relief, but undeath 
didnt leave him such a possibility. Instead, in despair and 
disappointment, he started to emerge even deeper into darkness, shifting 
himself further into a Negative Plane. He was becoming less and less 
material, turning into a shadowy being, into almost a wraith. His voice, 
already hollow and empty, turned into a distant whisper, barely coming 
from the shroud of darkness that surrounded Itzenxilaatl. The further the 
ex-Emperor vanished into the void, the closer he became to Bliss and his 
dead princess mother, the banshee. He was roaming there, in the Negative 
Plane, as a ghost, and no one even noticed him passing by - only shivers 
ran down their spines, hair stood on their heads, and dogs scowled and 
howled in terror. 

Irresistibly, despair was pulling him deeper and deeper into the 
darkness, dissolving his body. With his goals lost  and failed, his 
desire to return to the mortal realm was vanishing, slowly but fatally. 
Eventually, he would completely disappear into the darkness - but as a 
shattered vessel, he would not vanish: instead, he would become an 
eternal entity, a mix of a god and a ghost. This thought was entertaining 
and intriguing to Itzenxilaatl.

During his travels through the darkness and shades, surrounded by the 
lost souls and ghosts, he finally met the elven banshee mother of Bliss, 
and talked to her. Woeful, she revealed to him something that he had 
almost forgotten: the necromancer from the long forgotten mortal days of 
Itzenxilaatl was, actually, the High Priest of Eil Shareia himself. One 
who Itzenxilaatl had met, but hadnt recognized. But why had the High 
Priest abandoned Itzenxilaatl and denied him lichdom? Was Itzenxilaatl 
just his minor project, nothing of importance, a joke to play? Angered, 
Itzenxilaatl decided to make it back to the living, disgusting beings. 
This unfair situation must be solved properly, either way.

Betrayed. Everything that he was building appeared to be fake. 
Anathematized by the fool, by the giant who took the throne that once was 
Itzenxilaatls, for a ridiculous reason -- for the absence of 
Itzenxilaatl. For something that had been out of Itzenxilaatls control 
and something that hed been fighting all this time!

But, though unfair and angering, surprisingly, it gave Itzenxilaatl a new 
inspiration. Order of the Empire was not a true order, not a true 
civilization that the undead was building. A paper castle so easily 
destroyed by the foolishness and cowardice of those who would control it 
cant be a true civilization. A true Order is something that would stand 
solid no matter what and cant be ruined from inside. A whole council has 
chosen the poorest leader, those who gladly bow to the orcs, chaotic 
beings, out of fear? Such nonsense! And this is the modern Empire? No, 
definitely mortals, driven by their emotions and fear, cant build a true 
Order.

Only a true being may build something that will stand forever. Only 
someone who has gotten rid of the weakness of feelings, and weakness of 
death. Eternal and powerful, and Itzenxilaatl was the one. Hell build a 
new order, hell bring his undead, ghostly servants from the darkness and 
shadows where he spent the last tens of years examining them and their 
nature. Its time to clean the lands of the weak, of those who betrayed 
him and showed how weak and unintelligent they are. Hell destroy what 
hes built, and beings of the night will be his allies and his new 
civilization. Those who respect the true power and understand a true 
hierarchy. Hell raise armies of undead, crush the betrayers, and clean 
the Empire of the fools. 

Itzenxilaatl started to look for new opportunities, for new allies in the 
darkness and shadows, for a new army to conquer the world. To build a 
real civilization based on true values. Will his search for the better 
Order lead him back into the Empire? And will he be successful in 
building something truly new there instead of the current, corrupted and 
weak society? Will it lead him to the Chasm? Or will he uncover the lost 
secrets of the Shadows, or ancient magic of the Masters? Who knows... who 
knows. 

Empire; once a great and powerful society, full of intelligent and 
talented people, was in ruins. Led by a cowardly fool, Wijara, who was 
evading Itzenxilaatl at all costs, it was withering and becoming 
something that Itzenxilaatl despised the most - a weak parody, a shade of 
what he had once had built. All his efforts were ruined, turned into 
nothingness so easily and so quick. There was no memory, no glory, no 
fear of the Empire anymore. The weak were accepting those who were even 
weaker in fear of the coup and revolution; the strong were removed, cast 
out, anathematized. It was a spiral that was leading the Empire to 
destruction and nothingness. Watching a once great Empire crumbling, 
Itzenxilaatl was disappointed by the lack of stability in it. The Empire 
was paying the price for their betrayal, and it was darkly satisfying. 
They were nothing without him, without his lead, and, by now, many were 
regretting the poor decisions and lead of the current emperor, who didnt 
deserve the capital letter in his title.

But power, like water, must flow. It cant be imprisoned, held forever - 
it will always leak. This is why the most powerful artifacts, eventually, 
become weaker. Power slips through the microscopic cracks in the 
imprisoning material and vanishes somewhere far in the cosmic void. And 
power that was filling Itzenxilaatl, that was imprisoned in his cracked 
vessel, also required a realisation. His eternal desire for knowledge and 
for more power demanded him to act. And Itzenxilaatl, based on his 
experience in the Shadow Planes, has developed a plan, a new strategy. He 
will turn to the demons and nightgaunts, and hell build a better society 
than the Empire. A society that is based not on a foolish democracy like 
the Empire, where the strongest individuals are being cast out by the 
weak, who are always many, no. Hell bring demons and devils, nightgaunts 
and shades, nagas and iaspors, and build a new society with a simple 
hierarchy: the strongest and most knowledgeable, most powerful, will be 
the leaders. Those with the lesser power will be servants, and they will 
bow to those who have the higher power. With this army, hell put an end 
to the rotting empire that he once built, and clean the world of anyone 
who would dare to stand in his way. The Chasm was looking like the most 
suitable place to start. At least it was a portal to the shadow planes, 
where he could start building his new army to crush his enemies and 
punish the betrayers and fools and seal their vessels forever.

Disappointed in weak and foolish mortals, Itzenxilaatl turned his eyeless 
eyes to something that had been with him all these years - to Bliss, his 
only true companion. He started to experiment, trying to create a being 
that would be more sentient than regular and primitive zombies. But a 
more sentient entity required rare and fresh ingredients. Which led 
Itzenxilaatl to an interesting discovery: if he cut body parts off fresh 
corpses, they would possess more lifeforce. But best were those parts cut 
from victims that were alive. He began collecting fresh 'ingredients' and 
stitching them with each other using freshly cut veins. 

Many, many times he failed, but his zeal for creating a perfect being, a 
perfect and sentient undead, kept him focused. Finally, he made 
something, a patchwork corpse of a child, made of thousands of pieces. He 
imbued it with his dark magic, calling to the ghosts of the dead, 
chanting, whispering dark incantations which killed surrounding flowers 
and grass, withering them until they died and crumbled into a black dust. 
Finally, he said: 'Wake up, Bliss! Wake up, son!'

And then, the patchwork body shuddered and cried, it started to thrash on 
the ground, and then became silent. Finally, it stood up, made a few 
uncertain steps, and giggled. Soon, there were many, many giggles, and 
the darkest joy of two undead reunited. Now, they were an undead father 
and his everlasting son, who Itzenxilaatl proclaimed as his prince.

Now they were ready to conquer the world and to build a true society. Not 
a weak and corrupted Empire as mortals were trying to settle and failed, 
no. It would be a new society, with Chasm in its heart. Led by the Only 
True Emperor of Everything, Imperator Itzenxilaatl, his prince, his 
adopted son - Bliss, and his dread banshee queen. Demons and devils would 
be their officers and nightwalkers their soldiers. And the old, weak, and 
corrupt Empire that had been drowned in intrigues and betrayal, 
foolishness and ineptness would be destroyed.

Finally, Itzenxilaatl made it to the Chasm. It had taken many years to 
prove lord Morius the Blind his dedication and devotion. He and Bliss and 
banshee were hunting imperials and other weaklings relentlessly, bringing 
death and destruction to their enemies, shattering their very spirits. 
Accompanied by nightwalkers who have admitted his power and who were 
serving him now, as planned - they became his soldiers, his heralds of 
the new world order. For those who were strong enough to accept 
themselves and join his growing army, Itzenxilaatl had developed a set of 
laws based on how his new world would operate:

1. Power is everything, and thus, it is the only measure of hierarchy. 
The most powerful individual shall rule the world, and those who dare to 
disobey or show any disrespect toward him are to be punished.

2. To preserve purity of the society, the  strong are to be tested, the 
weak to be eliminated. Challenging other individuals serves the purpose 
of social evolution. Such labour is to be rewarded.

3. Those who dare to stand in the way of evolution or protect the weak 
are to be destroyed, as they are enemies of progress. No cities or laws 
of any kind shall protect the weak, and anyone who enforce those fake 
laws are to be eliminated.

4. Those who blindly seek to destroy a civilized society and bring 
regress to Thera are to be destroyed, for they are standing in the way of 
the evolution of mortal individuals and of progress.

5. There should not be any democracy, for it allows those who are weak to 
hide behind words, voting processes, intrigues, and bribes which corrupt 
the purity of a personal Power. Reputation must be earned and proved by 
deeds, not by words and money, and those who attempt to replace Power 
with any kind of surrogate are to be cast out and destroyed.

6. Knowledge is power. But knowledge without use is worthless and is an 
imitation of the individual evolution. Those who are unable to put their 
knowledge to use are to be cast down through the hierarchy and kept as 
servants or even slaves until they prove their worth and usefulness.

7. Magical knowledge is to be collected, sorted, and cultivated by all 
means, as it allows individuals to overstep their mortal boundaries and 
shatter the vessels of their physical bodies, becoming Shattered Vessels 
themselves - demi-god entities, the only true mortal rulers of the world.

8. Those who are a Shattered Vessels, or strive to be such are to enforce 
those laws and destroy everyone and everything that stands in their way 
toward their evolution.

9. Items of Power of those who stand in the way of social and individual 
progress are to be confiscated and kept from them until they admit the 
power of a Shattered Vessel and bow to them, and swear to serve the 
purpose of the only true progress.

Itzenxilaatl wrote a draft of the laws and began bringing them upon the 
upcoming reign over the world.

Itzenxilaatl, the self-proclaimed Emperor of Everything, sat in the Chasm 
and observed his surroundings. Soon after he wrote the first set of the 
Laws, a small number of young but talented and devoted magicians, 
wizards, assassins, and even orcs have followed his beginning. Even 
CculGras, Nightwalkers, admitted that the laws were suitable for their 
vision of Theras future: they had no doubt that they would take over 
Thera, and Itzenxilaatl too. Knowing it, the undead mummy was carefully 
dealing with them, controlling them, but never letting them achieve too 
much freedom and power. So, he had started his work, building a new 
society, a new order, and those who dared to stand in his path were also 
following him - as his undead servitors, zombies, and ghosts.  

Archmage of Eternal Night stood by, busy with his shadowy experiments, as 
usual. Darkness swirled in a bottomless pit that led to the realm of the 
Night, homeworld of nightwalkers. This pit was a new favorite toy of 
Bliss: he, when he wasnt busy following his mummified master, would 
plummet straight into it, traveling to realms so weird and horrible that 
a mortal would become insane in the blink of an eye. Yet, for Bliss, 
whod spent tens of ages by now in the shadows, in a world that lay 
between life and death, those realms were familiar and comfortable, even 
enjoyable. He had been collecting different information and knowledge, 
rumors and visions, and his master carefully sorted and kept them for 
future use.

Itzenxilaatl was reflecting on his past and his present and envisioned 
his - and the whole of Theras - future. Hed realized that his passion 
for new knowledge hadn't disappeared, but became less important: he had 
achieved everything, or almost everything, now. So much work and labour, 
so much effort and bloodshed were behind him, and so many accomplishments 
achieved almost to the pinnacle of Power. Some things were still 
intriguing, some rituals were still a mystery, but overall, he had become 
a god-like entity, much more than any other mortal ever had. And now, he 
could be proud of himself, of a success, reaching a true state of a 
Shattered Vessel.

He stood up, and said quietly but with so much power in his voice that 
his words reached both Veils of Hell and Heaven: "I've reached the 
horizon of my passion, and now, I'll let it wither and die. I'm proud of 
my accomplishments, and I'm to be respected by every single mortal or 
Ccul'Gra, and those who refuse to admit my supremacy will be destroyed 
and tortured eternally. And yes, Morius, I indulge myself completely, and 
woe to those, who dare to stand in my way"!

Archmage glanced at Itzenxilaatl and shivered slightly as a wave of 
darkness emitted by the mummy passed through his body, and Bliss's 
giggles echoed from the shadows to the halls of the Chasm of Eternal 
Night.

Itzenxilaatl became the most famous person across the whole Thera, and 
even at some of the other worlds where he had travelled with Bliss. 
Everyone was envious of his power and authority, of the fear that he was 
spreading, and of his everlasting life. And he was proud of such 
acceptance. Even paladins were talking to him with respect and with a 
deeply hidden hate that he felt perfectly. Servants of the light, full of 
anger, his blind vassals that were in  need of teaching and guidance 
would become his elite soldiers once their will was finally broken and 
darkness had broken through the breaches in the walls of their 
dissipating morale. 

Some of those fools had even put a reward out for his head -- naive 
thinking that the bounty hunters would turn against him. This made 
Itzenxilaatl laugh: HE has been controlling all of them. He'd bought the 
whole guild long ago, and since then, every hunter had been sponsored by 
Itzenxilaatl. But the amount of the reward that those fools put out for 
his head was ridiculously low, and the name of Itzenxilaatl was on a 
third or fifth row. Angered, the ancient mummy went to Udgaard and 
entered the bounty office. He threw a heavy purse on the counter and 
demanded to increase the price for his own head up to 300 gold, which was 
instantly done. ''Wonderful!'' the Emperor said. ''They will come 
straight into my grasp, attracted by the reward, driven by greed. What an 
effective way to save my time!'' And, laughing darkly, he left the 
building.

Itzenxilaatl grinned hollowly, pleased by his work, and the banshee 
woefully cried, and Bliss giggled from the shadows, looking as happy as a 
pale, patchwork undead could be (which is not really that much).

"Realizing the emptiness of inherent existence of the mind is the 
fundamental innate mind of clear light, which is the subtlest level of 
the mind where all energy and mental processes are withdrawn or dissolved 
so that all that appears to the mind is "pure emptiness". Linked to the 
creative void, emptiness means that it is a state of complete receptivity 
and perfect enlightenment, the merging of the ego with its own essence, 
which enlightened call the "absolute emptiness."
-  an awakened ghost of the unnamed saint sage.

"Insofar as it is empty of self or of anything pertaining to self: Thus 
it is said, Itzenxilaatl, that the world is empty. And the form is 
emptiness, emptiness is form. Emptiness is not separate from form, form 
is not separate from emptiness. Whatever is form is emptiness, whatever 
is emptiness is form." -  Feristle the elder monk and master of 
meditation.

"Indulging, in its final state, means a perfect acceptance of yourself, 
embracing not just your flaws, not just your inner darkness, but also 
your weaknesses, such as kindness and altruism. And, when you accept 
yourself fully, when your indulgance becomes perfect, all your perks lose 
their meaning and sense, and you become free - you become empty, 
enlightened."
- Itzenxilaatl Rubrumstell, the Emperor of Emptiness.

"Initially, consciousness is like a blank, white sheet of paper. Over
time, this inner paper forms from everything that goes beyond being here
and now. These are ego and expectations, regrets and hopes, morals and
principles, beliefs and religion, and other pseudo-important matters,
mental garbage of a regular society.

This garbage that we collect, that is so important to us, covers the 
initial blankness with letters and drawings. Within this mess, the 
appearance of something new, a whole symbol or even a word, will be 
almost imperceptible. 

But when the sheet is clean, the appearance of even the smallest black 
dot is instantly recognized and may be eliminated instantly to keep the 
sheet blank and free you of any limitations on the highest state of 
consciousness.

But what if the point is white, the same color as the sheet itself? Then 
it will remain unrecognised, and, blindly, you will remain assured in 
your false purity. 

Thus, you should go to the next level and destroy the sheet itself, to 
empty your mind completely. Then, in this perfect void, the appearance of 
any point, and even the sheet itself, will be instantly noticed.

When the consciousness is pure, wide open, when it is absolutely empty, 
when not even the blank sheet exists in your mind - any slightest change 
becomes noticeable in the absence of even the background itself. To 
become empty means to get rid of it all and follow the path of 
liberation, the path of the enlightened, the ascended - the path of 
Emptiness."
- Itzenxilaatl Rubrumstell, the Enlightened Emperor of Emptiness.

Studying and perfecting the path of indulging brought Itzenxilaatl to a 
discovery that changed everything. The more he'd been acknowledging 
himself and accepting himself, the more proud of himself he was becoming. 
But since he, an undead, was unable to experience the feelings as mortals 
do, this proudness was not a true feeling but a simulation of it. And the 
more Itzenxilaatl analyzed it, observed it, the more visible and obvious 
this layer of his self-consciousness became. Soon, he could see his own 
ego so clearly, as though it had been painted on his bandaged palm. And 
it became a guiding thread, a path to freedom that he could never have 
imagined earlier. Total, complete, absolute indulging appeared to be a 
gateway to enlightenment. A complete and total indulgence of himself, of 
all his flaws, of all his strengths, of all pleasures and emotions, 
resulted in a revelation of his ego. And, as he'd done to his physical 
body centuries ago, he now focused his powers on the destruction of this 
part of himself. And once he had evolved, he became empty - and he became 
everything.

Freed of the limitations of his ego, indulged to the absolute, he became 
perfectly empty. And there, in this new state of consciousness, he found 
a vision of the world that must be built. He would bring the best of the 
best to the state of consciousness he had reached, through the way of 
indulging, to enlightenment, and to the emptiness. Those who fail to 
acknowledge and accept themselves, who refuse to indulge, deny 
self-improvement, will suffer. Their ego will be forcefully destroyed, 
they will be effectively emptied. Or they will die in the process and 
free the world for the worthy.

Based on his newfound philosophy, or religion, or both and nothing, 
Itzenxilaatl started to work on the principles of the new world order. Of 
the new society which was an evolution of his previous work. Earlier, he 
had drafted the laws for it, but now, after reaching his dark and hollow 
enlightenment, he realized that laws were not enough. A truly strong 
civilization would not survive without core, fundamental principles, and 
his state of inner emptiness guided him to the next work, to the 
foundation of a pure society, of the Empire of Emptiness and Everything.

Emptiness is an initial stance of the all realms and the whole universe. 
Emptiness is absolute in its pristine condition. Emptiness existed before 
everything, even before the chaos. It is the origin of everything, and it 
IS everything and nothing at the same time. It is a source of unlimited 
power, and it is an absolute Order in its perfect condition. Thus, 
Emptiness includes everything, as it is the source of everything that 
exists in the universe. Those who follow the path of Emptiness will draw 
their power from it, from the space of the universe where nothing exists, 
where time ceases to flow and dies, crystalized into eternity. From 
there, vassals of Emptiness will suck, absorb, and utilize the power of 
the void to bring the pure society, a true civilization of the most 
powerful individuals, to existence.

On an individual level, everyone is responsible for their lives and for 
what they are creating during their lives. Since everyone is living in a 
society, those individuals are responsible for what those societies are 
becoming. Those who are the wisest realise that they are responsible for 
the world in which they are living in, and do not attempt to escape this 
responsibility, but accept it and embrace it. Such acceptance of 
responsibility requires a true strength of will, for many things that are 
not done right, failures, or wrong decisions that often lead to a crisis, 
collapse, war, or even a total and final destruction of the society is 
also their responsibility. They realize that it is also the result of 
everyone, and, especially, of themselves, because they are leaders, 
approved or not, of those societies, no matter of their position in the 
hierarchy of their society. Those individuals are pure, they are true 
leaders, pillars of the Order, and only such leaders may completely and 
fully accept and admit their responsibility for everything that is 
happening or has happened.

Because of this, these leaders will not stand idle if they see that 
something is going wrong. They will not hide behind others, they will not 
allow others to protect and defend them. Instead, they will fight for 
their rights and for their beliefs, for the society they are striving to 
create. They will not hide behind laws that were designed to protect the 
weak, or criminals, or those who oppose an orderly society in any, or 
those who are using backdoors in the existing laws and evade a rightful 
vengeance by turning law restrictions against enforcers of those laws.

Those who are the most powerful are leaders of the leaders, kings of the 
kings, emperors of emperors, they are emperors of everything - and they 
are emperors of nothing at the same time. They are the living symbols of 
self-admitting, they are godlike examples, etalons of social progress and 
its final destination. They will create, maintain, enforce, and rewrite 
laws of the pure society, adapting it to the current needs depending on 
the global situation worldwide. Once the new laws are released, or old 
laws are modified, those laws are to be spread down through the 
hierarchy. Sometimes, the new laws may sound odd or controversial, but 
from the pinnacle of their power, with the wisdom that the absolute 
leaders have collected, they see many things in detail that are 
unavailable to the most. Their decisions are final and are to be 
supported, and those who do not obey, who do not follow the lead of their 
leaders are to be eliminated.

A pure society is made of knots and has a pyramidal structure with only 
one, the most powerful individual, the Leader, on top of it. Below are 
the individuals who are next in power. They have earned their places in 
the hierarchy via their deeds, and they have proved their power. Below 
them are less powerful but also pure individuals. They are lower, but 
each of them are independent decision makers. They are to enforce the 
laws that the Leader releases, but each pure will find his own way to 
interpret those laws and choose the most optimal way to enforce them 
according to the current situation, which is always unique, without 
directly subduing those who are above. In case of conflict, their 
disputes are to be solved by force, and even a deathly outcome is valid 
and will serve further evolution of the civilization of the pure. Such a 
hierarchy, based on power and without a direct abeyance, with 
self-responsibility of each pure individual, results in a constant 
evolution of the society.

Those who are too weak to accept themselves and responsibility for their 
deeds are to be eliminated, for they are weak and they are social 
garbage, diluting the purity of society. Pure individuals must constantly 
fight not only against such obstacles in the way of creating a perfect 
world, but they also must daily and nightly fight the temptation of 
easy to admit and accept.

Itzenxilaatl was both angered and pleased. Angered because Morius gave what he
had promised to Kithervroy. "But I always want more",  he'd said earlier -
exactly those words. "I will reserve your potential for Advisor should you
return to us. Otherwise, I'll string your bones above the Chasm as a warning."
And look - Kithervroy, a scavenger bird, a filthy vulture, Itzenxilatl's tool,
was granted this position! Itzenxilaatl was incredibly disappointed, but he'd
gotten used to that: Gaspare had lied to him, Ishili had lied to him, even
Rahsael had lied to him, and now Morius lied to him as well. So many promises
broken, forgotten in the distant past, that he realized: they possessed their
own weaknesses of immortality, very much like himself. Their memory wasn't
perfect, they weren't perfect, and their promises were worth nothing. It would
be naive to trust them, or to believe that their obligations would be
fulfilled. It was the world that Itzenxilaatl had now, and with Eternal Night,
this would probably change. Nobody would dare to lie to him once he took what
was his and claimed the power of the Eternal Night. He would become as powerful
as they were, even stronger, and he would punish those who had failed him, or
force them to keep their promises. 

He had to admit, though, he was slightly entertained by yet another task of
Morius. He had a new challenge, and he liked challenges more than anything
else. This challenge was to get Kithervroy to sacrifice her power, her position
- would she do it? Doubtful. Did she truly care for the Night and the
purification of the society, or did she care only for her own position? Most
likely the latter. What would Itzenxilaatl do in her place? Would he satisfy
the similar request, or shrug it off, holding onto his own power? What would
benefit him more? his personal wellbeing, or empowering the whole Chasm with a
leader who was much more powerful than himself? Who knew, who knew, perhaps the
latter, because the fall of the Eternal Night would grant more power to the
regular scions than a leader's position. This riddle had born a new, almost
forgotten feeling somewhere deep within Itzenxilaatl's empty nature: curiosity.
A feeling. A weakness that he thought he has gotten rid of many centuries ago,
but look - here it was. A flaw, but so very... enjoyable? Bliss laughed, the
sound like tiny bells, circling around his master, his father, obviously
enjoying his weird struggles.

Itzenxilaatl's thoughts were distracted by Llovris, his newfound acolyte.
Llovris was a talented necromancer who would, maybe, replace Itzenxilaatl in
the Night. Llovris was his true scholar, and to have proven it: he;d just made
a sacrifice to Itzenxilaatl - he'd caught and murdered an imperial priest that
Itzenxilaatl had demanded dead, and his bloody heart was still beating, slowly,
painfully, in Itzenxilaatl's bandaged arms. How many had Itzenxilaatl taught
and showed them the Way? Hundreds, but the closer they were to the Night, the
harder their struggles were. And all, all of them were withered, drained by the
Chasm, dead, unable to step through the shadows. But this Llovris, he was that
one who could make it through. And then, Itzenxilaatl's theory of a natural
selection would be proven to lord Morius. It was how things must develop within
the Chasm, by careful selection, to find true black diamonds amongst worthless
glass pieces.

Immortal Comments

Timeline

Level History

Title History

PK Wins

Dec 17, 2019|Lv 22|Khardrath's Planar Sanctum|Illyria vs 1: [22] Itzenxilaatl (100%, numbing grip) Dec 18, 2019|Lv 33|Khardrath's Planar Sanctum|Ilaanist vs 1: [33] Itzenxilaatl (100%, poison) Dec 19, 2019|Lv 33|Outside Hamsah Mu'tazz|Ilaanist vs 1: [33] Itzenxilaatl (100%, burning, weeping sores) Dec 19, 2019|Lv 33|Akan|Feroph vs 1: [33] Itzenxilaatl (100%, pound) Dec 20, 2019|Lv 33|Valley of Veran|Clodok vs 1: [33] Itzenxilaatl (100%, KB) Dec 20, 2019|Lv 33|Akan|Clodok vs 1: [33] Itzenxilaatl (100%, poison) Dec 22, 2019|Lv 39|The Plains of Arendyl|Xiqoanna vs 3: [40] Malismaure (10%), [37] Darlof (26%), [39] Itzenxilaatl (62%, pillar of lightning) Dec 24, 2019|Lv 40|The Eastern Road|Baena vs 1: [40] Itzenxilaatl (100%, KB) Dec 25, 2019|Lv 41|The Eastern Road|Baena vs 2: [41] Itzenxilaatl (89%, punch), [31] Ioxia (10%) Dec 26, 2019|Lv 41|The Grove|Rhentin vs 1: [41] Itzenxilaatl (100%, burning, weeping sores) Dec 26, 2019|Lv 41|The Imperial Lands|Rhentin vs 1: [41] Itzenxilaatl (100%, KB) Dec 26, 2019|Lv 42|Balator|Kharnacide vs 1: [42] Itzenxilaatl (100%, punch) Jan 19, 2020|Lv 42|The Imperial Palace|Antaluvion vs 1: [42] Itzenxilaatl (100%, ) Jan 20, 2020|Lv 42|The Imperial Palace|Xalic vs 2: [32] Kloretta (0%), [42] Itzenxilaatl (100%, deathly touch) Jan 21, 2020|Lv 47|The Ashes of NoWhere|Osalia vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, burning, weeping sores) Jan 22, 2020|Lv 47|BattleRager Village|Tzarve vs 2: [47] Itzenxilaatl (21%), [51] Ysforgul (78%, divine power) Jan 22, 2020|Lv 47|Feanwyyn Weald|Bhruic vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, KB) Jan 22, 2020|Lv 47|Bramblefield Road|Ioxia vs 3: [51] Sylvari (4%), [51] Ysforgul (83%, flurry), [47] Itzenxilaatl (12%) Jan 22, 2020|Lv 47|The Outlander Refuge|Dzonkulese vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, KB) Jan 23, 2020|Lv 47|The Eastern Road|Rakkor vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, deathly touch) Jan 27, 2020|Lv 47|The Imperial Palace|Kloretta vs 2: [47] Itzenxilaatl (85%, deathly touch), [36] Krata (14%) Jan 29, 2020|Lv 47|The Forgotten Island|Kharum vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, poison) Jan 29, 2020|Lv 47|Fortress of Light|Kharum vs 2: [51] Ysforgul (52%, cleave), [47] Itzenxilaatl (47%) Jan 29, 2020|Lv 47|The Jade Mountains|Dzonkulese vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, poison) Jan 29, 2020|Lv 47|The Grove|Kharum vs 2: [47] Itzenxilaatl (40%), [51] Ysforgul (59%, burst of energy) Jan 30, 2020|Lv 47|The Imperial Lands|Ekos vs 2: [36] Krata (43%, black light), [47] Itzenxilaatl (56%) Jan 31, 2020|Lv 47|The Dragon Sea|Tzarve vs 2: [47] Itzenxilaatl (81%, ), [51] Sylvari (18%) Jan 31, 2020|Lv 47|The Imperial Palace|Kharum vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, slash) Jan 31, 2020|Lv 47|The Imperial Palace|Kharum vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, deathly touch) Jan 31, 2020|Lv 47|Spiderhaunt Woods|Kharum vs 2: [51] Beruvien (20%, sickness), [47] Itzenxilaatl (79%) Feb 1, 2020 |Lv 47|The Imperial Palace|Ekos vs 2: [40] Krata (33%), [47] Itzenxilaatl (66%, poison) Feb 2, 2020 |Lv 47|The Eastern Road|Antaluvion vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, ) Feb 3, 2020 |Lv 47|The Imperial Lands|Xuvian vs 2: [51] Ysforgul (67%, burst of energy), [47] Itzenxilaatl (32%) Feb 3, 2020 |Lv 47|Outskirts of Galadon|Yohram vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, suction) Feb 3, 2020 |Lv 47|The Tower of Sorcery|Ghos vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, KB) Feb 4, 2020 |Lv 47|Fortress of Light|Elladorius vs 3: [51] Darlof (0%), [47] Itzenxilaatl (78%, icy grip), [51] Ysforgul (21%) Feb 4, 2020 |Lv 47|Seantryn Harbor|Steapa vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, icy grip) Feb 5, 2020 |Lv 47|The North Road|Gruntner vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, ) Feb 5, 2020 |Lv 47|The Imperial Palace|Gruntner vs 2: [47] Itzenxilaatl (50%, ), [51] Ysforgul (49%) Feb 6, 2020 |Lv 47|The Grove|Xiqoanna vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, ) Feb 6, 2020 |Lv 47|Northern Foothills|Cabessudo vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, pound) Feb 8, 2020 |Lv 47|The Dragon Sea|Iuzon vs 2: [40] Krata (31%), [47] Itzenxilaatl (68%, smash) Feb 8, 2020 |Lv 47|Outside Hamsah Mu'tazz|Dzonkulese vs 3: [40] Krata (31%), [47] Itzenxilaatl (54%, KB), [51] Antaluvion (13%) Feb 10, 2020|Lv 47|The Fields of Balator|Xuvian vs 2: [47] Itzenxilaatl (12%), [51] Sylvari (87%, beating) Feb 10, 2020|Lv 47|Eil Shaeria|Dorlangan vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, deathly touch) Feb 10, 2020|Lv 47|Outside Hamsah Mu'tazz|Mohapar vs 2: [47] Itzenxilaatl (32%), [51] Ysforgul (67%, divine power) Feb 11, 2020|Lv 47|Island of Corte|Dorlangan vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, deathly touch) Feb 11, 2020|Lv 47|The Imperial Palace|Dorlangan vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, KB) Feb 11, 2020|Lv 47|The Imperial Lands|Tzarve vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, punch) Feb 11, 2020|Lv 47|The Eastern Road|Nossos vs 2: [47] Itzenxilaatl (52%), [40] Krata (47%, rending gale) Feb 12, 2020|Lv 47|The Eastern Road|Dorlangan vs 2: [47] Itzenxilaatl (54%), [51] Ysforgul (45%, rending gale) Feb 12, 2020|Lv 47|The Eastern Road|Nossos vs 2: [47] Itzenxilaatl (43%), [51] Ysforgul (56%, parting blow) Feb 16, 2020|Lv 47|Outskirts of Galadon|Maddee vs 2: [51] Krata (4%), [47] Itzenxilaatl (95%, punch) Feb 16, 2020|Lv 47|The Imperial Lands|Steapa vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, pound) Feb 16, 2020|Lv 47|The Imperial Lands|Nossos vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, pound) Feb 16, 2020|Lv 47|The Imperial Palace|Steapa vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, KB) Feb 17, 2020|Lv 47|The Imperial Palace|Xiqoanna vs 2: [47] Itzenxilaatl (18%, punch), [51] Ysforgul (81%) Feb 19, 2020|Lv 47|The Spire of the Blood Tribunal|Admund vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, KB) Feb 19, 2020|Lv 47|Galadon|Admund vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, burning, weeping sores) Feb 19, 2020|Lv 47|The Imperial Lands|Nossos vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, deathly touch) Feb 19, 2020|Lv 47|The Dragon Sea|Cexonza vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, icy needle) Feb 19, 2020|Lv 47|The Imperial Palace|Aylosi vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, ) Feb 20, 2020|Lv 47|The Imperial Palace|Idmund vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (0%, ) *Power Word Kill* Feb 20, 2020|Lv 47|BattleRager Village|Nossos vs 2: [47] Itzenxilaatl (21%), [51] Ysforgul (78%, flurry) Feb 21, 2020|Lv 47|Shepherd's Row|Allatell vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, ) Feb 21, 2020|Lv 47|BattleRager Village|Tzarve vs 3: [47] Itzenxilaatl (85%, icy grip), [51] Inaj (0%), [51] Sylvari (14%) Feb 21, 2020|Lv 47|Eaststride Road|Admund vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, poison) Feb 21, 2020|Lv 47|The Eastern Road|Yogheg vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, KB) Feb 21, 2020|Lv 47|The Eastern Road|Yogheg vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, KB) Feb 21, 2020|Lv 47|The Eastern Road|Yogheg vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, KB) Feb 21, 2020|Lv 47|The Eastern Road|Yogheg vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, icy grip) Mar 1, 2020 |Lv 47|The Eastern Road|Shuno vs 1: [47] Itzenxilaatl (100%, deathly touch) Mar 6, 2020 |Lv 51|Domain of Eternal Night|Lyrentia vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, smash) Mar 15, 2020|Lv 51|The Imperial Lands|Dorlangan vs 3: [51] Vae (59%, circle stab), [51] Angaph (28%), [51] Itzenxilaatl (12%) Mar 16, 2020|Lv 51|Voralian City|Viggkhun vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, deathly touch) Mar 16, 2020|Lv 51|The Drogran Hills|Admund vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (0%, ) *Power Word Kill* Mar 16, 2020|Lv 51|Fortress of Light|Thiga vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (0%, ) *Power Word Kill* Mar 16, 2020|Lv 51|The Drogran Hills|Lorente vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, ) Mar 16, 2020|Lv 51|The Imperial Palace|Thiga vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, icy grip) Mar 17, 2020|Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Ziviriz vs 2: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, punch), [46] Bixbar (0%) Mar 18, 2020|Lv 51|The Imperial Lands|Allatell vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, KB) Mar 21, 2020|Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Tzarve vs 2: [51] Itzenxilaatl (85%, ), [51] Mortavala (14%) Mar 22, 2020|Lv 51|Aldevari|Bugglin vs 2: [51] Vae (31%), [51] Itzenxilaatl (68%, ) Mar 22, 2020|Lv 51|The Tower of the Masters|Bixbar vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, punch) Mar 22, 2020|Lv 51|Velkyn Oloth|Nossos vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, defilement) Mar 23, 2020|Lv 51|The Imperial Lands|Bugglin vs 2: [51] Mortavala (0%), [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, deathly touch) Mar 23, 2020|Lv 51|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Ziviriz vs 2: [51] Mortavala (0%), [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, punch) Mar 23, 2020|Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Bugglin vs 2: [51] Mortavala (0%), [51] Itzenxilaatl (99%, KB) Mar 23, 2020|Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Meeyo vs 2: [51] Inaj (0%), [51] Itzenxilaatl (99%, punch) Mar 23, 2020|Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Shuno vs 4: [51] Inaj (0%), [51] Itzenxilaatl (52%), [51] Nossos (18%), [49] Osul (28%, freezing cut) Mar 23, 2020|Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Nossos vs 2: [51] Itzenxilaatl (84%, punch), [49] Osul (15%) Mar 24, 2020|Lv 51|The Imperial Palace|Bugglin vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (0%, ) *Power Word Kill* Mar 24, 2020|Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Tikkan vs 2: [47] Daksoble (42%), [51] Itzenxilaatl (57%, KB) Mar 24, 2020|Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Tikkan vs 2: [51] Itzenxilaatl (98%, KB), [47] Daksoble (1%) Mar 24, 2020|Lv 51|The Imperial Palace|Idmund vs 2: [47] Daksoble (17%), [51] Itzenxilaatl (82%, KB) Mar 24, 2020|Lv 51|East Sumner's Road|Idmund vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, icy grip) Mar 25, 2020|Lv 51|The Imperial Palace|Theorendus vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, cleave) Mar 25, 2020|Lv 51|The Fields of Balator|Nisto vs 2: [51] Itzenxilaatl (65%, punch), [38] Gharzhak (34%) Mar 25, 2020|Lv 51|The Imperial Palace|Theorendus vs 2: [51] Itzenxilaatl (83%), [51] Inaj (16%, defilement) Mar 26, 2020|Lv 51|The Imperial Palace|Xalic vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (0%, ) *Power Word Kill* Mar 26, 2020|Lv 51|The Imperial Palace|Nossos vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, ) Mar 26, 2020|Lv 51|The Dragon Sea|Nossos vs 2: [48] Daksoble (52%, onslaught of water), [51] Itzenxilaatl (47%) Mar 26, 2020|Lv 51|The Imperial Lands|Nossos vs 2: [51] Itzenxilaatl (61%), [48] Daksoble (38%, onslaught of water) Mar 26, 2020|Lv 51|The Fields of Balator|Shorokeshi vs 2: [51] Itzenxilaatl (0%, ), [48] Daksoble (100%) *Power Word Kill* Mar 26, 2020|Lv 51|The Fields of Balator|Pokko vs 3: [51] Itzenxilaatl (72%), [51] Mortavala (0%), [48] Daksoble (26%, onslaught of water) Mar 26, 2020|Lv 51|The Fields of Balator|Pokko vs 2: [48] Daksoble (22%, onslaught of water), [51] Itzenxilaatl (77%) Mar 27, 2020|Lv 51|The Imperial Palace|Pokko vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (0%, ) *Power Word Kill* Mar 27, 2020|Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Pokko vs 2: [51] Mortavala (0%), [51] Itzenxilaatl (99%, pound) Mar 27, 2020|Lv 51|The Imperial Palace|Pokko vs 2: [51] Itzenxilaatl (79%, word of death), [51] Mortavala (20%) Mar 30, 2020|Lv 51|The Spire of the Blood Tribunal|Xuvian vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, ) Mar 30, 2020|Lv 51|The Spire of the Blood Tribunal|Xuvian vs 2: [51] Daksoble (14%), [51] Itzenxilaatl (85%, ) *Power Word Kill* Mar 31, 2020|Lv 51|Upper Cragstone|Nossos vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, ) Mar 31, 2020|Lv 51|Fortress of Light|Dielicai vs 2: [51] Gharzhak (14%), [51] Itzenxilaatl (85%, punch) Apr 1, 2020 |Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Nossos vs 2: [51] Daksoble (31%, onslaught of water), [51] Itzenxilaatl (68%) Apr 1, 2020 |Lv 51|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Nossos vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, KB) Apr 1, 2020 |Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Arrion vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, KB) Apr 1, 2020 |Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Arrion vs 3: [51] Mortavala (0%), [51] Daksoble (53%, buffeting), [51] Itzenxilaatl (45%) Apr 1, 2020 |Lv 51|The Spire of the Blood Tribunal|Arrion vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, punch) Apr 2, 2020 |Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Tzarve vs 3: [51] Daksoble (52%, onslaught of water), [51] Itzenxilaatl (47%), [51] Mortavala (0%) Apr 2, 2020 |Lv 51|Voralian City|Zatan vs 3: [51] Mortavala (6%, slash), [51] Daksoble (63%), [51] Itzenxilaatl (30%) Apr 2, 2020 |Lv 51|A Virgin Forest|Zatan vs 2: [51] Chanya (0%), [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, burning, weeping sores) Apr 2, 2020 |Lv 51|The Seaport of Hamsah Mu'tazz|Zatan vs 2: [51] Itzenxilaatl (95%, punch), [51] Inaj (4%) Apr 2, 2020 |Lv 51|The Imperial Lands|Arrion vs 2: [51] Daksoble (31%, buffeting), [51] Itzenxilaatl (68%) Apr 2, 2020 |Lv 51|The Imperial Lands|Tikkan vs 3: [51] Inaj (6%), [51] Itzenxilaatl (37%), [51] Daksoble (55%, buffeting) Apr 2, 2020 |Lv 51|The Imperial Lands|Zatan vs 2: [51] Daksoble (37%, immolation), [51] Itzenxilaatl (62%) Apr 3, 2020 |Lv 51|The Imperial Palace|Deiramor vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, ) Apr 3, 2020 |Lv 51|The Outlander Refuge|Lewabo vs 2: [51] Daksoble (44%), [51] Itzenxilaatl (55%, punch) Apr 3, 2020 |Lv 51|The Fields of Balator|Admund vs 2: [51] Daksoble (61%, onslaught of water), [51] Itzenxilaatl (38%) Apr 3, 2020 |Lv 51|Balator|Admund vs 2: [51] Daksoble (50%, crush), [51] Itzenxilaatl (49%) Apr 4, 2020 |Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Ynol vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, word of death) Apr 5, 2020 |Lv 51|The Imperial Lands|Ynol vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, punch) Apr 6, 2020 |Lv 51|The Imperial Lands|Nossos vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, KB) Apr 6, 2020 |Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Deiramor vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, ) Apr 6, 2020 |Lv 51|The Spire of the Blood Tribunal|Ewqer vs 2: [51] Itzenxilaatl (79%, punch), [51] Chanya (20%) Apr 9, 2020 |Lv 51|The Imperial Lands|Elaanai vs 2: [51] Chanya (1%), [51] Itzenxilaatl (98%, smash) Apr 9, 2020 |Lv 51|The Imperial Lands|Jaane vs 4: [51] Vantiglia (19%, crush), [51] Chanya (5%), [51] Itzenxilaatl (57%), [51] Inaj (16%) Apr 9, 2020 |Lv 51|Fortress of Light|Jaane vs 4: [51] Inaj (0%), [51] Itzenxilaatl (65%), [51] Chanya (0%), [51] Vantiglia (34%, bleeding artery) May 9, 2020 |Lv 51|The Lower Voralia's Tears|Ftholthfr vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, KB) May 17, 2020|Lv 51|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Saffaeh vs 2: [51] Wijara (48%, divine power), [51] Itzenxilaatl (51%) Aug 3, 2020 |Lv 51|Forest of Prosimy|Khelic vs 2: [51] Itzenxilaatl (89%, deathly touch), [51] Blarn (10%) Aug 4, 2020 |Lv 51|Graveyard|Yickle vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, KB) Aug 4, 2020 |Lv 51|The Drogran Hills|Mutheim vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, KB) Aug 4, 2020 |Lv 51|The Spire of the Blood Tribunal|Mutheim vs 2: [51] Exine (18%), [51] Itzenxilaatl (81%, punch) Aug 4, 2020 |Lv 51|BattleRager Village|Halimar vs 3: [51] Gravitru (16%), [51] Exine (20%, icy needle), [51] Itzenxilaatl (63%) Aug 5, 2020 |Lv 51|Hamsah Mu'tazz|Nyssae vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, ) Aug 5, 2020 |Lv 51|Amaranthian Forest|Grasha vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, ) *Power Word Kill* Aug 6, 2020 |Lv 51|Galadon|Thiga vs 3: [51] Vodette (55%, claw), [51] Itzenxilaatl (7%), [51] Ogae (36%) Aug 6, 2020 |Lv 51|The Spire of the Blood Tribunal|Nyssae vs 2: [51] Itzenxilaatl (42%, KB), [51] Galvinar (57%) Aug 7, 2020 |Lv 51|The Spire of the Blood Tribunal|Alendross vs 2: [51] Itzenxilaatl (41%, smash), [51] Exine (58%) Aug 7, 2020 |Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Gharduk vs 2: [51] Itzenxilaatl (47%, ), [51] Ogae (52%) Aug 11, 2020|Lv 51|The Fields of Balator|Gharduk vs 3: [51] Vodette (48%, claw), [51] Katiah (9%), [51] Itzenxilaatl (42%) Aug 11, 2020|Lv 51|Fortress of Light|Thiga vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, ) Aug 11, 2020|Lv 51|The Dragon Sea|Galvinar vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, punch) Aug 12, 2020|Lv 51|The Spire of the Blood Tribunal|Darreth vs 1: [51] Itzenxilaatl (100%, KB)

PK Deaths

Dec 18, 2019|Lv 33|Udgaard|vs 1: [24] Ilaanist (100%, slash) Jan 24, 2020|Lv 47|The Imperial Palace|vs 2: [51] Cabessudo (44%, mountain storm kick), [44] Xalic (55%) Feb 19, 2020|Lv 47|The Imperial Palace|vs 1: [53] Aylosi (100%, punch) Feb 25, 2020|Lv 47|Arkham|vs 2: [51] Tzarve (5%, wrath), [51] Yogheg (94%) Mar 25, 2020|Lv 51|BattleRager Village|vs 2: [51] Nossos (72%), [48] Tikkan (27%, parting blow) Sep 29, 2020|Lv 51|6th Circle of Hell|vs 1: [59] Morius (100%, punch) Oct 23, 2020|Lv 51|The Oryx Steppes|vs 2: [51] Sylsainlyen (55%), [51] Goruns (44%, wrath) Oct 29, 2020|Lv 51|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|vs 2: [51] Kachaqa (48%), [51] Alendross (51%, unleashed rage) Nov 28, 2020|Lv 51|Galadon|vs 1: [51] Slarin (100%, punch) Jan 18, 2021|Lv 51|Fortress of Light|vs 2: [51] Ralon (30%), [51] Minverna (69%, ground control) Jan 22, 2021|Lv 51|The Eastern Road|vs 2: [51] Jackra (60%, claw), [51] Ralon (39%) Mar 31, 2021|Lv 51|Forest of Prosimy|vs 1: [51] Alendross (100%, unleashed rage) Apr 17, 2021|Lv 51|BattleRager Village|vs 2: [51] Williad (100%, flurry), [44] Igathrix (0%)

Mob Deaths