OOC information
Character name: Rin Kalmar
Class: Priest
Why do you want to join the Cult?:
The first guild on this server that I lay my eyes on. The Cult of Forgotten Shadow is quite a hard concept to walk on and was quite intrigued how well you are following the lore.
How did you come to learn about the Cult:
In search for a new RP server, this guild convinced me enough to make a try and get inside.
Anything else you'd like us to know?
I am obsessed with The Royal Apothecary Society.
I am from Steamwheedle Cartel and been RPing there for about 2 years.
I have been Forsaken all that time and have been the leader of the following guilds:
The Royal Apothecary Society
Shadows of Lordaeron
The Will of Sylvanas
IC application:
My strains are deadly, once I cured people from sickness and disease, but now I give the very same thing I protected them from.
The dwarf looks at me with terrified eyes as I show him a corked vial with delicious content.
He scream curse words to me, doom my existence and my whole race. I make a laughter to his last words.
As I approach him, he starts to whisper words, it sounds like whisper of prey. Prey to the holy light. I stop in front of him, put the vial on my belt and then puts my right hand around his fat throat, squeezing gently. He closes his eyes as I take a closer look on his face.
"The light is just a pathetic dream, nonsense and imaginable , the light didn't save me, why would it save you, whelp?"
The dwarf struggle to speak, my hand is squeezing harder around his throat.
"The Light shall struck you down" is said with a very low and weak voice.
I smirk at the living meatball and answer him: "The Light will become dark when you die, and when you are dead, the light becomes Darkness and the darkness will show the truth faith."
I let go off my grip over the dwarfs throat and he goes down on his knees, coughing.. weakling.
I grab my vial from my belt and uncork it. The Dwarf has not the power to even stand up.
"Your death is the proof how the Shadows overcame the Light".
I pour down the content of the vial down on the dwarfs head, he screams in agony. The liquid start to melt through his skins, bones, towards the floor. Before he even figure out what I have done, his lifeless body falls dead down on the floor. and his corpse becomes nearly a soup of green liquid.
My strong will has been shaped by the teaching of the Cult, they made me realize the truth after my death. The shadows will one day destroy the light. I am continuing my work as an Apothecary, but without the Shadows guide I would be as worthless as a ogre.
But the continues war keep me away from my brothers, I seek to be replaced in The Cult Of Shadows and aid them in my alchemy skills as they have aided me all my existence as a proud Forsaken.