When your emotions have hit a crescendo,
Elevated to a point they can no longer surpass.
Then your sin shall be made manifest in the form of a gift, a Soul Bound relic.
An extension of your sin. 

—Lord Edmurh, The Xanthivian Codex

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Being born as a lord isn’t easy, now try being a bastard. Mix in his half-elf genes and you have the perfect reject. 

Adrian was born as the bastard son to the noble house of Stormbridge, he was never meant to rule.

But after his brother's unfortunate demise and his twin heirs being too young to rule, the responsibility fell on his shoulders. 

He tried his best, he really did. He made reforms, pushed back poverty and made every decision for the good of the people. 

Yet, at the end of the day they betrayed him. 

He lost everything, his betrothed, the children he now called his own and his home. 

Bleeding in the gutters, left to die by the very people he trusted, Adrian was engulfed by rage as he breathed his last. 

He saw death. 

Death spoke to him. 

And he arose a new man. No longer Adrian, but Stark, The DeathSinger, Monarch of Spirits. 

Hell was too small to contain his fury.

When your emotions have hit a crescendo,


Elevated to a point they can no longer surpass.


Then your sin shall be made manifest in the form of a gift, a Soul Bound relic.


The Begining