Nemesys

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Nemesys has been a fly on the wall of the mud for a long time. Don't let him bug you, just send him a tell and get a group going...

After many long years of toil and heartache, a hero of legendary proportions emerged from the lost isle of Britania.

Nemesys was born to a simple lothar miner family, in the long forgotten mines of moria, before the great re-writing of the world by the half-blind mad god Chaos. The only survivor of this terrible time of confusion and fear, Nemesys found that that things that had made her a figure of ridicule and mockery now helped her to quickly amass great power and wealth.

Seduced at an early age by the The Kazarak, she be came a willing servant of one of the transplanar vampiric entities who men call 'Sonneillon', Demon Lord, fourth of the order of Thrones, who tempts men with hatred against their enemies.

Nemesys was fated and honoured by many when she became a recognised legendenary hero of the land of Lost Souls but then a great calamity befell her. Whilst sleeping in her palace of treasure an evil and wicked conspiritor, driven by spite, smuggled a fragment of raw chaos into her personal treasure trove, When she awoke Nemesys found that her fabled rock carved beauty had been ravaged and her body transformed into a hideous giant insect form. Eris, it seems, took pity and whilst taking away her Lothar form she imbuded Nemsys's new giant insect body with mighty attributes and many unearthly powers.

Sent mad with the shock and horror she embarked on a rampage of destruction and revenge, shaking her fists at the very gods themselves.

Some gods found Nemesys new form repulsive and tried to limit her powers by changing her into a lowly male drone, Nemesys was dismayed by this petty jealosy and devoted all her energies into regaining her queenly insect form, which she eventually did by seeking out the most ancient and foul magiks hidden in the bowels of the earth.

Nemesys currently hiberanates in her Royal Hive palace, surround by her treasures and guarded by an army of fiercely loyal insect slaves who would think nothing of dying in their thousands to protect her. She awaits the call of the gods to accept her into thier realm as one of thier own.