Lothar Deathwing

Current Rank: Elder Lord [AGM]

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The Biography of Lothar:

Lothar was born in the city of Neverwinter, a city along the Sea of Swords, in the world of Faerûn. This was a great city, a bustling city, and city that hand dozens of some of the most powerful guilds known to man. Some were fearsome and evil, others, honorable and noble. Lothar had always chosen the side of good, quite unlike his older brother Darkness, who even he did not know his true name. Lothar even knew little about his family, only that their Surname was never to be spoken due to the disrespect it had received over the years. Why? Not even Darkness would say, for he feared to utter the reason. Although he and his brother looked upon life quite differently, they always got together quite well. Darkness was not only his brother, but also his best friend in life. Together, no one could defeat them. Due to their opposite views on just about everything, even down to combat, they were unmatched. Darkness was the obviously the offensive one in nature, meanwhile Lothar was very defensive.

Lothar and his brother joined their first guild together when they both were of age. They had chosen a noble guild called "Knight of the Round Table" or by short, KORT. Lothar found his calling. He sought to become a legendary Knight, but when he tried to get there, he could not find someone willing to accept him as Squire. There was only one man who found faith in him. A man on the Elder Council, a man called Sir Dagron.

Dagron was a former Guild Master of KORT, one of their best, but he only took the position after the Founder disappeared. He later, after a year, passed it over to his good friend Corwin. Corwin helped run the guild well and Dagron took a seat on the Elder Council where he found himself to be even a better leader. Dagron took Lothar under his wing. To Lothar, Dagron became his mentor, but even more…. A Father. Lothar never knew his father; Darkness and him fled the family name when they were mere pups. After all, Dagron could easily really be Lothar’s father, due to the age difference and for that, Lothar found a calling.

Unfortunately, even with Dagron’s support, Lothar found no Knights to sponsor him. Dagron later died that year, and Lothar upset with his Mentor’s death and the lack of direction left in KORT, and so he left.  Darkness had already left many months ago. Lothar was upset about.  They were always together; a team. Darkness offered Lothar to come join this new guild that was quickly rising through the ranks of the premiere Neverwinter Guilds. The guild was known as the Army of Blood Keep (ABK). Lothar enjoy the company of his brother again, and the excellent hierarchy found in ABK. Unfortunately, he disliked the lack of virtue found within this guild. He saw the Guild master and his many mistresses for what they really were... Abusers of power.  He soon left his brother Darkness, to find another possible guild to join. A few months later Darkness as well left on his own reasons.
As Lothar went through dozens of some of the highest ranking guilds in Neverwinter, obtaining some high ranking titles, even those of Knighthood and higher.  Lothar still did not feel at home in any of these places. He became a wandering Knight, almost a mercenary... but not quite. He had more pride and honor to be called that.

Darkness came to Lothar one day, with a ridiculous idea. Darkness, with some friends he had made in another guild wanted to help found a new guild; a guild of their own. Lothar laughed at the thought, Darkness, a leader? Although he was a great General, which he proved in his own endeavors, Darkness was not a guild leader, but Darkness was not the Guild master of this guild. A man by the name of Abyss, a former High Council member of this other guild Darkness had met him in, along with 3 other people were to help found this new guild. Darkness asked Lothar, his brother for his assistance, he knew he could use Lothar’s balance that they brought each other, but he refused. He thought himself never to have been a leader. It was too much work. He just wished to find a master to serve and a place to call home.

Although Lothar did not join this new guild, he kept a good eye on them. In a Month’s time, the Founding 5 members controlled an army of 30 men and woman. Quite a feat Lothar thought, and felt the pressure of opportunity knocking on his door. Lothar went to talk to his brother about joining. Darkness agreed to speak to Abyss with a Recommendation into their High Council. Lothar felt ready for some responsibility for some odd reason. Maybe he wanted a new challenge, or maybe he just wanted to be with his brother again, but nonetheless, Lothar joined the High Council. Darkness looked different, so did the rest of the founding 5 and many of their members. They carried this dark magic. It was not evil; it was just dark in nature. Darkness had acquired a set of black platemail with glowing blue gauntlets. Lothar felt the power of Darkness to be much greater than before. It seemed almost that this power came from the armor itself, but he was not quite sure. Lothar wanted to know what transformations his brother had gone to, even worrying that the armor had possessed him. Darkness denied any such things, but he would never show his face to his brother ever again. He would never remove his armor, or even his faceplace to anyone from this day forth. Due to this, many of the new members feared Darkness, and the powers he possessed. Abyss too carried much power, even more than Darkness. It seems that while forming the guild, the ancestor of Lord Nasher, the long time Mayor of Neverwinter opposed them, and a battle ensued. In the end, Abyss, and the Founding 5 with many of their members were banished to the Abyssal Plane. There, the guild fought for over one hundred years in turmoil, never growing old, for they were in the abyss, the void; time did not exist there. They grew powerful, strong, and patient, for the one day, they could find Freedom. It is said, that a Black Dragon of some sort named Deathwing would later prophesize the return of Abyss and his guild. Apparently, Abyss was no ordinary man. For in fact, he had gained a power, whether during his time in the Abyss, or before he was banished, Lothar was not sure, but Abyss was some type of powerful Deity. Lothar was slightly frightened by this notion of a guild ran by a God. But to the depths of hell he would go for his brother. This God Abyss, known as the Lord Avatar would eventually be freed by Deathwing and come back to kill Nasher’s ancestor, only to find he was already dead, and Lord Nasher his son to take place. Oddly enough, although 100 years had passed for the men of Abyss’s guild, only 3 years had passed for Lothar, and although he didn’t see his brother, Darkness was known to run off and disappear from time to time, but never as long as this.
As time progressed, in this guild, now known as "The Lost Soldiers of Darkness" (LSD). The High Council, where Lothar now sat at 4^th in command along with his brother pleaded to join the ranks of Sanctioned Guilds of Neverwinter, but that would never happen so long as Nasher lived. So the goal of LSD was formed, they were to devise an army and destroy him, and any of his blood from controlling Neverwinter ever again. Under our banner against Nasher, our numbers grew in tremendous size. The guild grew from 30 in a month, to 100 in a matter of half a year.

Apparently the Lord Avatar came upon some sickness or curse, and was slowly becoming weaker, not even as strong as a mere human, he was vulnerable to attack, and attack they did, but no other guild did this. It was our own brethren, they sought to take this opportunity to take control of this guild, but Lothar, Darkness and the remaining founding 5 fought these men and won. In the process though, the Lord Avatar, Abyss was slain. No one thought it could ever be done, but it had. The oddest thing happened next though. After Abyss hit the ground, a great power came out of his chest, and flew up into the tall ceilings of the LSD Guild Hall. There, the magical powers that be, transformed in front of the entire guild into that of Deathwing, the Savior of LSD. He told the guild, that although Abyss is Dead, the powers of the Avatar still remained, and that, only the most loyal of members could wield the powers. Surprisingly enough, Lothar was shocked when the claw of Deathwing pointed to him. Lothar was to become the new Lord Avatar, and although in Abyss’ sickly state, Lothar had taken up almost all of his work, he still did not feel worthy of the title. He worked day and night to bring back the guild, to its old glory. We dropped from a strong 100 to a staggering 40 members. We were almost as big as we were a month into our creation again. It was a sad sight. But Lothar did not back down. He fought for it.

But then luck would have it. The walls of Neverwinter, which you would never believe could be toppled, were turned into powder by the awesome power of one lone mage. This mage defeated many city guards, civilians, and even entire guilds. The loss LSD took from this mage was catastrophic. From the 40 members Lothar managed to fortify, a mere 12 escaped. On the outskirts of the Neverwinter Territory, in the small town of Longsaddle, Lothar deciding to look for a new home, and search they did. For months they looked, finding places in different realms, but with their entrances blocked. Finally they would find they were allowed entrance into many lands.

One of these lands was a place called Britannia. Here LSD, for 5 arduous years fought hard and long to get a foothold on the world, and they had done it once, reached a Golden Age in a new land, only to topple at their peak. It would take 3 years for them to recover their numbers and gain it back. Would they reach their old Golden Age of over 100 real members again though? Lothar would not know.

As time would pass, Lothar would take up a last name finally, of their Savior Deathwing in honor of his sacrifice and help.

In this flee from Neverwinter the Founding 5, which included Darkness disappeared. Lothar, with his newly acquired powers of the Lord Avatar, although still new and adapting to them, could not help find his brother. He would eventually give up, and continue to do his duty, in hopes he would one day return, and together they’d restore the Lost Soldiers of Darkness to their former Glory!

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