[B4T] Slave of the Legion

They came from the hells. Or so they say. For what other explanation could there be. What force aside from some divine vengeance could have possibly explained the scourge that plagued the Realm. No mortal could stand beneath the black and white banner, surely. It couldn't be so that man, nor elf, nor dwarf, and no damned orc could raise entire kingdoms. Not like this. Men were greedy, they fought for land and power. The Elves were prideful, elitist and exclusive; they fought for their forests and ancient Prestige. The Dwarves were just as greedy as the men, they fought for riches so vast it was beyond the imaginations of any other civilized race. The Orcs, crude and barbaric as they were, still fought for something. Women, supremacy, even for the fun of it. All understandable goals, something tangible to fight for. Yet this...force, fought for nothing other than slaughter. Or so they say. Yet they did, in fact, campaign for a purpose. Those beings clad in dark metal armor, clever as an elf, adaptable as a man, and as strong as an orc were created for but one reason. To conquer. Not for anything as petty as land, riches, or pride. Those were the whims of mortals.

These beasts fought in the name of a living god. They fought for their creator, an abomination of dark magic and malevolent ambition. Encased in armor of plate, leather, and mail they marched from the underdark and raised the northern kingdoms of man. Those not slaughtered were taken as slaves, the men set to work rebuilding the world as the undead being saw fit. Men and women were taken away, carried into the camps of his legions and never seen by their kin again. Those few who escaped the blades and clawing hands of the Scourge told horrifying tales to those who would or could even stand to listen. Kings, both over and under the mountain scoffed. What was yet another orcish warlord in the north? So what if some petty king and his small holdings burned? Orcs inevitably collapsed in on themselves and tore each other to pieces before they posed anything close to a true threat to the great kingdoms of wool and grain in the south. Those who would hear the maddened ramblings of the survivors didn't want to believe them. Weeping peasants told of soldiers clad in refined armor who stood taller than a man, yet slender than any orc. Of organized units of infantry and Cavalry. Of siege weapons. And of the Black and White banner.

Now those same Legions marched south. Villages burned, the fields left barren, even the mighty castles of old were torn down. Stone by stone. There were no orcish battle cries. No great engines or chants of dwarves. No elven battle hymns. Only the monotonous sounds of the march, and the cold silence of the wasteland left behind. No one knew what followed, for no one who stayed before the Legions were ever seen again. A name is whispered by the frightened people of the Realms, the name of the dark being; Azrael. His Legions true origin was known only to him and his undead lieutenants. His Magnum Opus; the result of near a century of genetic study and careful breeding. Several races of his own creation, curated from those so called civilized races and the brutish orc and goblinoid. While their true names have been lost to history later scholars would name them the first of the Half Orcs. The people of the time however, who knew nothing of their true faces, called them Hellborn.

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Hello! Thanks for reading all that! I'm hoping to find another experienced writer to bring this concept to life with. I would prefer that you play one of the above described Hellborn Legionaries serving as a top. My character could be a slave, a trophy captured through combat or a village boy taken in a raid. He could be another Legionary, with our characters being rivals or even old friends. They could even be a relationship, if we'd like to go that route. The possibilities are endless, and I ould love to discuss character concepts and relationships before we get to writing!

For added context; the Legionaries are born and bred into the Legion. Their bloodlines carefully curated by their Lich God King and his lieutenants. The life of a Hellborn begins in the care of their non-legion parent, or both if not in active service. By the time their twelve they're deemed ready to serve the Legion, and are then given wholly to their Hellborn parent. After four years of learning and fighting alongside this parent, they officially gain the title of Legionary. Should they survive another four years, they're at last granted the right to breed and the process begins anew. Should a Legionary have more than one child, another member of their cohort will be assigned to the older spawn should they be old enough to serve.

The Legion is vast, and its cohorts almost innumerable. They serve as archers, light and heavy infantry, light and heavy cavalry, engineers, mages, and Clerics to their one God and King; Azrael. They could be anything and everything required for a massive army to march and fight their way clear across the sword coast in glorious conquest.

Your character could be any of these, or something of your own creation. I'm always happy to world build around this concept so if you have questions about Azrael or his Legion, feel free to ask. The nature of our characters relationship could be anything from a very strict master/slave dynamic to something more fluid that could even develop into a romance. Either way, I'm excited to expand the concept and setting and hopefully tell a good story, while writing some damn good smut along the way. I'm very flexible when it comes to kinks and limits so feel free to provide a list of either if you like. If you're interested feel free to DM me with your concept for a character and a short backstory for them.

I prefer Discord but would be more than happy to carry on through DMs