Smoke and Mirror's

[carmonmajere1]

It was a quiet night like so many others in these lands. The gentle night breeze a beautiful full moon a certain serenity to this night a dark figure walked beside a jet black nightmare with a fiery mane and tail its hooves burning hoof prints into the ground as for him he was cloaked it was black as night with golden runes along the hems one could barely make out sigils and runes of evil power etched nearly invisible across its entirety the hood pulled low over his face. He stood 13 feet tall an unholy aura all about him he walked in silence till he reached a pool of water leaning down he waves his hand in the water closing his eyes that glowed with power.
She appeared in the waters reflection appearing as a long black haired beautiful woman her words only he could hear the image faded away he looks to his nightmare which now appeared to be a pure white horse his new appearance is a vision so pure that any mortal conception of perfection would most likely be grotesque in comparison. His armor flawless and shining so brightly that it was almost unbearable to gaze directly upon it. Locks of golden hair drape down from his helm, which protected the suspected beauty of the face behind his blade one of unrivaled craftsmanship if simple, piercing beauty and infinite precision. He would have to thank his wife later he mount’s Ember and grabs the reins “ come on boy” he said softly and pats him his aura hidden now to be one of serene and peace he looked like a gallant knight he rode slowly threw the night committing all the landscapes and landmarks to memory a peasant walks by him on the road the knight tosses a few golden coins at him with a polite nod and smile “ my name is sir Dayereth markov” he told the peasant and rode on he saw a tavern ahead and ties his horse and walks in bowing slightly to everyone and smiling he finds a booth near the fireplace with a nice window he ordered elven wine with rice and salmon and waited calmly for his order and to see if anyone would keep him company he places his arms on the table rubbing his chin while he waited

[carmonmajere1]

Carmon fell deep into his thought’s his quest for power had costed him much in fact all of his old life nearly all of his family his banishment to the void perhaps the hardest he had ever had to overcome in his whole life once he was an elder dragon a powerful morb sith demon he lost it all even his memories and most importantly his on sanity the abyss had entered the void ghostly devil’s and haunting images of a grand palace it’s said the passage of time in the void that seconds are equal to month’s on the material planes endless torment what was left of him was a primal hunter who killed on instinct and skills honed to perfection of a warrior. His memories began to slowly return he knew he was there to find a sacred unholy tome a book so vile and evil it had been sent here with hopes no mortal would ever find it this book started as a single scroll penned over a millennia ago. of the first daemon king it contained his vile thoughts and knowledge he had gained through experimentation and study. in just a few thousand words he recorded malevolent ideas and concepts so vile that to this day have never occurred to another being not even the foulest soul years later the scroll was found by a priest of a god of death. he added to it tripling its size adding his knowledge of sacrifice, dark gods and evil divine magic soon many other evil priests found his now scrolls and added to them their own knowledge from there polluted minds and experiments some even summoned demons and asked questions and recorded there words directly eventually the scrolls fell into the hands of an evil wizard and warlord he added his own vast knowledge to it on lich dom and the undead after he rose as a lich he took human flesh and the bones of a demon and transformed them into a bound book its said many strange ancient unholy runes and sigils adorn its cover and the scrolls where scribed in blood as ink into the book and the scrolls destroyed the runes can only be understood by someone who has read the book in its entirety and come to understand its darkness is so vile it would shame the lower planes themselves he lost what humanity was left within him the loving father the overprotective grandfather the old Carmon was truly and completely gone his plan for resurrection threw Helfyr was ruined as she didn’t succumb to his plans . his brother Raaistlin found him at last and reminding him it had always been planned another had read from the vile book with Carmon his now wife she had been one of the greatest masters of the arcane art of necromancy, and a devote priestess of evil deities.
The abyss was reborn from within the void it began to change from the way it was once a grand tower once built for Ahaz became Raaistlin’s tower and new academy for the order of arcane science the mountainous region of frozen wastes the temple of darkness he had shared with his once queen and wife Akevashia was utterly destroyed demons became devils extreme hatred of demons arose in the plane Carmon fully an Arch devil and ethereal entity was pleased the Book Of Darkness residing safely in his new sanctuary hidden deep inside a vast and wholly evil and unholy jungle Carmon felt a need a desire to learn again about the things he had lost morality,humanity,honor,valor among other plans

He sips his wine and sat deep in wonder