Vladan Lehr
Mikronox, Prince of the Ever-shadow
On the continent of Penultima, within the Prime Innerlands, lies a city of inky beauty.
Carved out of pure onyx, spires reach for the magic-imbued skies, black tourmaline streets wind around parks dotted with night lilies, and the city shines under the glow of stars so bright that there isn’t a street lamp in the whole city. At its very center, a palace stretches high and powerful, and in front of it a Realmgate sits as a swirling lake of liquid crystal.
Ruling over both the living and the dead, Vladan Lehr, the Ever-Shadow, rules over his people with pride. Although not as large as the now silent Shadespire to the North, it is mighty indeed. With the Banelands to the west, and the Gloomtribe Haunts to the south, they even managed to survive the seemingly endless Age of Chaos. And he managed to lead his city, and its people through all of it.
After the adventures of The Black Onyx, Vladan is blessed by the Great Necromancer himself, and is lifted to a new station, that of the Mikronox, Prince of the Ever-shadow. He rules over The Black Onyx again, and aims to rebuild the city to be even greater then before.
Rise of Mikronox, Prince of the Ever-shadow
The air rumbled. Vladan could hear the crash of snow from the world outside, an avalanche in the distance. The floor shifted.
Dreadhall Awaits
Death hung in the air, and the only life Vladan could see was the carrion birds that swung about the huge corpse.
The Key of the Sacrosanct
Mannfred limped slowly, and then walked, towards Vladan, death in his eyes.
