Skarsend the Scourger
"Here, a thousand years ago, in this place. Lonestar, mightiest of the Blood Phoenixes, battled the great Nettor. With his dying breath, did Lonestar stab at the heart of the Great One."
"What none could slay, he wounded."
"And so noble Lonestar died, with only his student Traytus left to mourn him. Weakened, the Great One could not resist Traytus. The hated student bound and shackled Nettor."
"Now, that bondage ends."
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At the keep, hidden on Arctika, a Discord Plague Marine picked up and held a Scout Pony Marine by the neck-hole of his armor in front of a well. With one thrust, the scout was sent screaming down the bottomless well and into the darkness. The Plague Marine stood, waiting for whatever was to come.
A quiet, daemonic laughter grew louder, and a frighteningly shadowy apparition flew out of the well. The Discord Marine offered his own body as a sacrifice to the darkness, and the shadow swallowed him whole.
"At last!" the shadow said as it transformed into a giant slug-like monster with crooked horns on its head. Writhing maggots squirmed in festering cuts and gouges that were all over its body. Pus leaked out of every inch of rotting skin on the creature. Its belly was split open, and its intestines hung out. Flies swarmed around its body. And it wielded a large blade that reeked of many diseases.
Nettor was free.
"Oh... Flesh, bone, and bile..." Nettor slurped. "How delicious."
Skarsend approached the great daemon and bowed to his might. "As promised, Great One." He said.
Nettor grinned as he looked upon the Scourger. "Oh, rise little Skarsend." He said. "I remember our bargain."