Forsetti

'All shall fall under the power of Cashen Damaar!' Forsetti

=== Forsetti Ir'Damaar also known as 'The Betrayer' and 'The Lost One' is the ruler of Cashen Damaar and leader of The Lost. Once a faithful Realm guardian, a trusted servant of the Minstrel. === Forsetti has changed over the ages. While he once served the Minstrel as a protector he is now Fel'Arthia 's worst enemy. Forsetti works to take control of the world and to exact his revenge on the Minstrel and the free peoples of the world. After being banished to the Nether after the events of The Betrayer's War he has fully completed his transformation into all that is evil. Forsetti managed to return to Fel'Arthia killing the Minstrel and taking over the world. During the last moments of his life The Minstrel created a new world called the Heartstone. This world inside a gem now hangs on a chain around Forsetti's neck.

After the death of the Minstrel, Forsetti prospered at the head of his empire. Unfortunately the Minstrel played his hand once again and Forsetti woke up from a curse to find himself on a prison island waiting for faithful players to free him.

History
Forsetti Ir'Damaar is the ruling dictator of Cashen Damaar . Born into gypsy royalty he was the youngest of seven sons of Sala Ir'Damaar '''. '''He served under his father as advisor and head tinker and fell in love with the witch, Magtheria from The Cult of Scarberos after she prophesied his becoming of ruler..

Despite honest beginnings, Forsetti became one of the most feared lords in Fel'Arthia . Slaying his brothers in open war against all odds, he became ruler and dictator of Cashen Damaar. His persuit for greater technology and power led him to commit a number of heinous crimes against his people. For his role in the Fall of Fel'Atheria Forsetti was put to sleep for many years before awakened by The Stranger.

On awakening Forsetti was stricken with grief in the loss of his youthful wife Magtheria and was consumed by hatred at seeing her now aged and blamed The Minstrel for this. The depths of Forsetti's heart remained darker than ever. The corruption, hate and greed had long ago taken his soul and love had departed from him forever. As the Minstrel gathered the Realmguardians to help him, Forsetti plotted to conquer. He now fights in constant war against rebels led by his old friend and fierce orc, Garug Bal .

Forsetti and the realms went to in what would be known as the Betrayers War. In the last moments of the War Forsetti and The Minstrel wounded each other severely. The Minstrel took these last moments to reset the world and make it fresh without the taint of Forsetti. The Netherking Brelheart also took these last moments to transfer Cashen Damaar to safety in his realm of the Nether.

Trapped in the Nether Forsetti spoke to a young Shivvv'arra in the real world and over time a cult formed in bringing back the Lost one to Fel'Arthia. The plan was successful and the Minstrel and the Greywardens were caught in a trap. The Minstrel was slain by Forsetti but not before creating a new world in a gem. The Heartstone. Now victorious Forsetti sat on his throne with the stone hanging from his neck.

After years of successful dictatorship Forsetti found the gem strangling him. He woke up to find himself stuck on a rocky barren island in the Sea of Thorns an age away from where he had been moments ago. Again he swore vengeance on the Minstrel as he knew it had to be his doing.

The Reawakening
Forsetti, for that was what he was called in the age of old, opened his eyes and escaped the solitude of so many years past. There he observed the stranger who had awoken him and behind him his old enemies united with joy. Forsetti did not share the same joys. There he looked upon their glory and bliss with envy in his heart. With seeing the other Realm Guardians, the hatred quickly returned to his mind. However, nor or was he ungrateful, he looked at the stranger with thanks and hid his thoughts postponing his vengeance... for vengeance was what he desired. Following the steps of the other guardians Forsetti pledged to honour the lesser with false words. He would aid the lesser folk in all their works and mend the healing of the many hurts that he had done to the world. However, hope had returned to Forsetti. Hope that he would be able to rule once more and bend all to their knees. The stranger did concern Forsetti, his words were strong and his presence was chilling. His gaze would oft turn towards Forsetti as if seeing through his soul and reading his desires like a book. The thoughts scared Forsetti and he kept away from the mysterious man. In those early days, Forsetti remained in the presence of the others for his words were wise and his help appreciated. Both it seemed the other Realm Guardians and lesser folk had profit from working with him and him to them. It seemed to all appearance that Forsetti like the other Realm Guardians had forsaken his past for the future. The depths of Forsetti’s heart however remained darker than ever. The corruption, hate and greed had long ago taken his soul and love had departed him forever. One other Guardian ______ wasn’t fooled. He didn’t forget the deeds of Forsetti and always his fists were clenched when around him. For he obeyed the judgement of the stranger. In the later days Forsetti was oft to wonder into the North. There he secretly started to devise his plans and corrupt the lesser folk against the stranger and the other guardians. While other Guardians rebuilt the realms, Forsetti built factories for war machines and tinker with other technologies. For Forsetti was once a tinker, before ruling the kingdoms he built machines, amazing machines. But now they were to be tools to harm his kind. Now Forsetti wrestles with war in the lands of Cashen Damaar. Rebels have rose up against him and build their own cities and bases against him. Unlike his smog and disease ridden corrupted cities the rebels cities are far greater and magnificent to behold and they only anger Forsetti further. These rebels are led by ______ the other Realm Guardian who had come quickly to the aid of the people as he had expected the betrayal far quicker than anyone else.

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The Awakening

No, No, No No! Not Again! Forsetti waved his fists in the air before crashing them to the ground.

'I killed him! He's gone! How can he do this again!'. Angrily, he stared out into the bleak sea around him. Cold rain beat on the jagged rock and the lifeless trees while the wind howled ferocioiusly behind him. He thought and he thought as his logical mind tried to recollect his last few memories. To him they felt like yesterday, but to the world it seemed an age had gone by...

He was in Bastion or at least what had become the new Bastion after his empire had taken over Fel'Arthia. It hadn't been easy, but since he had killed him, the pieces had fallen into place. The Realmguardians, or what little had been left after the war had all been killed, taken prisioner or gone into exile. His empire was in its finest moment, with no one in Fel'Arthia with the courage to fight him he had become wealthier than he had ever imagined.

Today he was enjoying the entertainment of the gladitorial ring. An ingenious idea he quietly thought to himself as he ate into an orange, nothing was better at providing fear and control into the peasants of this world while they laughed and cheered. The crowd roared as a brute of a man crushed the leg of his opponent with an iron spike mace. Forsetti smiled and wiped the fruit juice of his chin as the brute gloated to the audience. The brute had won as he knew he always would.

But at that moment the opponent got up, the weak older man with an almost inhuman speed had picked up his knife and jumped onto the brutes back. It was over in a flash, the knife slid across the brutes neck as a waterfall of blood poured onto the ring floor. The crowd roared even louder with the surprise twist but Forsetti was no longer cheering with them. Red faced and coughing he grabbed for his own throat. His logical mind raced, poison? The fruit? Magic? The necklace! He looked down at the red Heartstone gem which now seemed to pulsate on the iron chain. With all his might he tried to pull it off. His associates now seeing their master panic rushed to his aid. For Forsetti it all went black...

He now looked at the necklace in a time alot further down the road than his own memory. The glow had vanished and even the colour had now faded. He sneered as he had realized his own mistake, he should have expected it, he shouldn't have worn it as his victory prize, he should have locked it up. So the Minstel had put Forsetti to sleep again, but for how long, and where was he? Looking around neither answers revealed themselves. He tried to fly, an ability he had gained from the magic heroes he had slaughtered in the past, he couldn't. This lonely unfriendly island was his prison, its sharp deadly rocks and stormy sea would allow no-one in to help or himself to get out. Damn them he thought, DAMN THEM ALL TO THE NETHER!

His gaze wandered to a pile of rubble lieing to his side. A piece of metal shone in what little sun there was attracting his attention. Forsetti smiled, for all his magic skills that they could get rid of they could never get rid of his mechanical skills, those his father had given to him a long long time ago. For Forsetti was a tinker, and while his skills had been used to murder and kill, they would now save his life. It wasn't long before he had concucted a strange whirring drone. On the outside he wrote with the only writing substance he had, his blood,

' I Forsetti Ir'Dammarr rightful ruler of this world send out this message to all those that see as I do. In hatred of the Minstrel we are one and I ask for your assistance. Find me in this Sea of Thorns and help me escape. Then together the world will be ours to take once again!'