Name: Nevjuul Bonesilver "Nevji Jewelbash", Necromancer-Warrior and Tomahawk Craftsman.
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Species: Mudokon
Workforce: Children of the Burning Goddess of Ash
Shop: Nevji’s Fine Tomahawks Shop
History:
Nevjuul was young when he was taken.
The burning shades stormed their village; they killed all in their path. They burnt down the huts, they beheaded innocent Mudokons, they enflamed the spooce fields that the village had spent so many years tending to. The Village Watch could not overtake them, the Elite Mudarchers fought from their high towers, and yet the darkened beasts were not overtaken.
And yet they left some alive. Mudokon babies, infants, toddlers. No less than a year old, no more than four. Some had barely learned to walk. But in their defiled hands they took them away from the village they had left in flames. That night, every village heard the cry of infants taken away from their homes.
The burning shades took them to a remote mountain on an uncharted island over the sea. There the infants were led to the darkest caverns underneath the mountain, and that was where the burning shades lurked.
It was there that Nevjuul earned his name, and began his training.
The burning shades had no name; they all called themselves Children of the Everburning Goddess of Ash. The children learned to respect them as their accomplices and teachers.
First they fed them the finest foods that the mountain could give, and the Mudokon children grew strong. Before the children could speak, they taught the youngsters to hold a dagger. When they could speak, the Children of the Goddess taught them the words of necromancy.
Necromancy, the magic art long forgotten. Long ago the Mudokons had been a necromantic society, raising the dead and communing with the dead. Those were dark times, a time when Mudokons were fierce and filled with a will to fight amongst each other. When they discovered the art of shamanism, empowered by spooce, they abandoned their old ways and became a healed people. But a few lingered to remember the words of necromancy.
The infants grew, and the more they grew, the more they were taught. The Children of the Goddess were always fighting the youngsters to teach them more, in a rushed way. Nevjuul learned how to blend with the shadows, to become as silent as the calmed winds, and to track a rat in a thick forest by its smell.
By the age of fifteen, Nevjuul had learned more than a mud of forty. Then he was presented before the Everburning Goddess of the Ash, and she was pleased.
“Bonesilver.” She said, calling him by his Necromancer’s Name.
“Yes, oh Goddess?” he responded, forehead to the floor
“There are a few that are traveling to find the Ancient One. These adventurers must not survive; they defy the word of Darkness. The Ancient One must not be found, if he is, then there will be no chance for our dominance of Oddworld. You must find these adventurers and destroy them before they get to the Anceint One. This will be a dangerous quest, Bonesilver. The ones have many powers and will not give up lightly.”
“I will do as your will goes, oh Goddess!” Nevjuul said, hand to his heart.
“This event has not happened, it will be a full two years before you are able to find them. Go now, Bonesilver. You go empty-handed, for this is not only a quest, but a pilgrimage. Prove yourself to us, Bonesilver.”
And so Nevjuul went out into the world of Oddworld.
As a disguise, he went under the name of Nevji Jewelbash, and lived amongst his people as a Tomahawk Craftsman, until the time had come for him to slay the ones who would awaken the Ancient One.
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