Well I'm proposing a "pact" comprised of four members, myself included. I'll have a website built shortly to represent us. As the name suggests we are all going to be dark wizards centred around the magics of Death, each wizard will alsospecialize in one other element besides death and each has to be unique. We will also pick four dark races to rule over as our main race, mine will be Dark Elves. Here is the back story for my character:
The night was thick and tangent, the air had a tension about it that spoke of unnatural deeds. The circle was hushed for a second as a single solitary figure stepped forward into the middle. With a command unspoken but clearly understood the others faded into the black curtain of night leaving the figure standing there. The figure made an uncertain step forward and picked up the weapon that lay in front of him. It was a simple little double blades axe with a black sheen about it. The figure felt, not so much as saw, what the elders told him would happen begin to take place. The axe which was held in his left hand began to liquefy. The axe was starting to wrap its self around the figures left hand and crawl up his bare arm. The liqued that was a few minutes ago an axe began its slow path up the figure's body to his head where it stopped and began to take the shape of an axe again. The figure felt no pain, an apprentice is taught to fell no pain, and he was at the top of his class. Soon he began to feel the spirit the axe held begin to enter him. The figure knew that his spirit must die now to accomadate this new being, he took it as if this were an everyday occurance. The end for him was now, for his people it was just beggining.
After seeing Azmanin's last convulsions the magi quickly rushed to the fallen body in the middle of the clearing. They checked to see if the transformation was complete. They were pleasently surprised, not only was it complete but the body seemed to be recovering very quickly. The magi seeing that the spirit of the Axe was succesfully transefered began helping the body up so the spirit could begin to get accustomed to its new surroundings.
"So how do you like this new host, he was one of our best you know," spoke the head Magi Eryle.
"Well he is no woman, I'm thankful for that much. Although I appreciated the experience I would not want to delve into thet sex again, it was ackward to adapt to," spoke th Axe incarnate.
"Wel Zuz--"
"Please you know how I hate that name."
"Sorry Master Axe, forgive me"
"Nevermind that, forgiveness is for Elves. Speaking of which what is the problem this time, more goody-goods to slay?"
"Well not neccessarily, there seems to be a major upraising of those accursed humans, yes I know I thought we killed them all before, but in the name of Inioch they keep coming back. The problem is much worse than that, this wizard, Merlin is their leader and he is powerful, powerful beyond those fools who fought in the Valley of wonders. The dark wizards allied with our cult are being killed off one by one by this Merlin and the forces of good. We need these wizards to support the shrine of the unnamed heroes or all our race will perish."
"Hrrmmm, sounds serrious, why were my brethern not called yet, where are they?"
"Right here," the Magi orders a chest brought foward and opened. Inside was a Great Sword, a Dagger, and a horn made of bone........