After the fall of the Militron Empire southward of Fiore, Grizwaldo had realized that the demonic forces that had filled the world ever since the embodiment of sin, had actually expanded. It was through his horror that the other realms had broken down, their barriers faded heavily and all that remained was a strong rift of neverwas. Nephilim filled the world, lead by the Black King on his whore-ss of thunder. This horse being the living conduit in which all beings were born. Of the first god, the magic king, whom sat somewhere deep within the neverwas. As strong as all this had been, it was clear that the Demons had lost their grasp over the darker nights. Being reduced in power greatly by the rise of the Nephilim and the Fallen Angels. Sadly, Grizwaldo was one of these causalities. As he enjoyed a day in his old guildhall, Yggdrasil, he was attacked, by a legion of Nephilim whom had bore a hole into his skull, allowing for the gentle winds to breeze through it. Yet upon his death, all that was destroyed was the embodiment of wrath, this, saving his life. Shattered and broken, his guild vanished, he alone.
Cloaked, the male had made his way, drifting from place to place, trying to find his place in the world. His entire memory of who he was, what he had done, and what he stood for. Gone. He had never felt such humiliation, all that played in his mind was a singular phrase. "Grizwaldo....D'Nalsta...". The words flooded into his mind in the most irregular of fashions, causing confusion. Was this..a name? Whatever it had been, he had adopted it as his own. Making peace with the words in the order they came to him. Grizawaldo D. Nalsta. That would be his name, he had no clue what the D stood for in all of this, but hadn't thought on it too hard. For months on end he searched and sifted. Maneuvering around guild to guild, hopping from bar to bar. Whispers and words, words of a place that helped people remember, repent. Two words. Eclipse Soul. A mighty bastion of the fallen, the rejected, the brave, the legendary, and the uncommon. He, which was all of these, had made his peace with his former self. Not seeking out the truth of who he had been, but rather who he would become.
Upon arrival, he peered upon the massive building, it was almost as if it was naturally an ancient castle, in which it might of been, the man walked towards the large doors and pushed them forward, taking two steps within the building. You see it was his overall intention to see if he could join this legendary guild, he had heard that it might of fell on hard times, but that was perfect for him, if it had already garnered a large military-like force it would be complicated for him to fit in, especially given the fact that he had monstrous amounts of magical power. People around him tended to die a lot. But that was the very reason he sought out a guild with people known to be far more dangerous than most dark guilders. The man looked around, seeing that the guild actually had a quaint bustle within it, but not from any people of note. As far as he saw no one in the direct hall was all that powerful, but there was a pulse here. He smiled warmly, as he removed his hood off his head. His face revealed for the first time. "Hello?"
Cloaked, the male had made his way, drifting from place to place, trying to find his place in the world. His entire memory of who he was, what he had done, and what he stood for. Gone. He had never felt such humiliation, all that played in his mind was a singular phrase. "Grizwaldo....D'Nalsta...". The words flooded into his mind in the most irregular of fashions, causing confusion. Was this..a name? Whatever it had been, he had adopted it as his own. Making peace with the words in the order they came to him. Grizawaldo D. Nalsta. That would be his name, he had no clue what the D stood for in all of this, but hadn't thought on it too hard. For months on end he searched and sifted. Maneuvering around guild to guild, hopping from bar to bar. Whispers and words, words of a place that helped people remember, repent. Two words. Eclipse Soul. A mighty bastion of the fallen, the rejected, the brave, the legendary, and the uncommon. He, which was all of these, had made his peace with his former self. Not seeking out the truth of who he had been, but rather who he would become.
Upon arrival, he peered upon the massive building, it was almost as if it was naturally an ancient castle, in which it might of been, the man walked towards the large doors and pushed them forward, taking two steps within the building. You see it was his overall intention to see if he could join this legendary guild, he had heard that it might of fell on hard times, but that was perfect for him, if it had already garnered a large military-like force it would be complicated for him to fit in, especially given the fact that he had monstrous amounts of magical power. People around him tended to die a lot. But that was the very reason he sought out a guild with people known to be far more dangerous than most dark guilders. The man looked around, seeing that the guild actually had a quaint bustle within it, but not from any people of note. As far as he saw no one in the direct hall was all that powerful, but there was a pulse here. He smiled warmly, as he removed his hood off his head. His face revealed for the first time. "Hello?"