"Dark Greetings"
"Come sit with Me as I tell My tale, thats right...closer, yesssssssssss, come closer...right beside Me, for I do so love the scent of fear"...

"Many years ago, when Wizards ruled the lands and dragons were plentiful and owned the skies, a female child was born. The child was abandoned at an early age and left to fend for herself, for a female was of no value. Try as she might, for the child was strong willed, she found herself lost and without hope. At night, she would sleep close to the forest, where the sounds of the many night creatures danced in her head."

"Twas on just such a night, that an ageless Wizard, with dull, lifeless eyes and jaunticed skin came upon the sleeping child and took her as His own. And so began her new life. Lej'ardamaine, as the Sorcerer chose to call her, once a mere wisp of a girl, grew to be a beautiful young woman. With milky white skin, long hair the color of flame and eyes the deepest of jade."

"Lej'ardamaine was kept locked away in a tower, in the thorn covered castle near the lake overlooking the forest. Each night the Sorcerer would come to her and have His way. The stench of His ageless breath upon her cheek was all she ever knew, until the day He chose to make her His apprentice. From that day on, she tolerated the nightly visits knowing that one day, she would find a way to break free of Him. But until then, she must learn all the evil Sorcerer knew, for His powers were great. As the weeks turned into months and the months, years, She grew as powerful as the old Wizard. He had taught her many things and given her many gifts such as the power to alter her form at will."

"One eve, after the ancient One had left her, she decided the time had come for her to plan her escape. She prepared a potion using a mixture of potentially lethal ingredients and called upon the Powers, chanting as she stirred. She did not want to end the Sorcerer's existence, for she had come to admire His limitless abilities and never ending resourcefulness. When the moon rose the following night, and the Wizard appeared, Lej' offered Him the drink, knowing He would accept without question. As she watched Him swollow the last drop, her lips curled into a dark forboding smile. The look on His face, one of sheer astonishment as the goblet fell from His gnarled hand, sent sweet unexpected shivers up her spine. In the blink of an eye, she shifted. Dark, six foot, leather like wings sprouted from her back, four inch talons from her fingers and with a gleam in her jade eyes, and a screech reaching the pits of hell, she disappeared into the night"

" After months of roaming the lands, causing pain and despair to any who's paths She crossed, Lej'ardamaine decided to leave the place She once called home. Her search for Others like Herself, those that enjoyed the Dark side, the black arts, the blood, the scent of fear and death soon lied just within reach. She came upon the land of Beware, a Realm ruled by the Dark forces, by creatures of Myst, evil Giants, serpents, Rune Weavers and Assassins. Where the people of the light were weak, and trembled at the sight of the Dark. The perfect place...greed, lust, power, and destruction, all within grasp."

Shortly after Her arrival, She made Her way cloaked in mysts of darkness and shadow, Her true form concealed to the Assassin's Guild. A well organized group of only the Darkest of Beings. Berserkr, Loki Lord of Lies, fleeting shadows and catiana. Lej'ardamaine fit in well, She had found new family. It wasn't long before She felt at home and at ease with these four Assassins. But something was still missing, She needed the black soul of Another to make Her complete. She found the perfect mate in Loki Lord of Lies, and Together, for many months ran rampant through the Realm, bringing fear, confusion, torture and death. Their true joining was never meant to be, and Loki Lord of Lies vanished without a trace. Soon many Others found sanctuary within the walls of the Guild, the Dark were never stronger. Hela Death Goddess, Phoenix, Sudden Death, and soon to follow Dartylartha, Marah, Skye DarkBlade, Arawn, Black Heart, Lady Emerald and Moloch the Destroyer. Moloch, Demon of Hell, Bringer of Plagues fascinated Lej'ardamaine and soon They were as One. His Blackness most vile, His thoughts corrupt, His touch most pleasing. They joined secretly in the Temple Topheth, in a dark, lustful ceremony. Soon after the Guild began to fall, the Light gained Power, their cause led by the loathesome, Honor bound Knight Sir George and His following. Together Moloch and Lej' continued the Dark path, bringing the Plague upon the Realm of Beware.

Her presence is still felt when the Castle chills, and the dark myst appears overhead, She roams the graveyard and the catacombs seeking that which will be Hers. Heed Her soft deadly voice oh Ye of the light, for Her beckonings to join Her in the World of Darkness will continue through eternity...