You are our Brethren. You have inherited a grand institute. I urge you to
serve the Clan by learning our Origin. Take upon yourselves the Lore of the
Clan. Live it and add to it, by either posting your own stories of your
existance in the time frame in this story or using our story as a basis for
your description. Long live ~Lawful Evil~ !!!
In the beginning, there was Dentin. And Dentin was wise beyond his days,
and he did see it fit to make a MUD. And so Dentin made the MUD Alter Aeon.
And Dentin saw that it was good and did make creatures like unto himself,
called Immortals. And Dentin and the Immortals conversed amongst themselves,
and did determine to make Mortals, creatures like unto Immortals, but who
lived and died naturally. Thus, Alter Aeon did grow, populated by Dentin,
the Immortals, and Mortals.
Alas, after a time a spirit of contention did sweep the world of
Alter Aeon. The Mortals sought to make themselves masters of their own and
polarized into two camps: Good and Evil. (It was during this Time of
Allegiance that Sauron, leader of the Forces of Evil, summoned me from the
lower planes to be his second-in-command.) Hatred spawned and fermented, and
War quickly followed. Immortals soon entered the fray. Though immune to
Mortal weapons, Immortals could kill each other. Dentin forbade it, though
many Immortals paid little mind.
During this time of Chaos, a small, elite faction of demi-gods and
the Orcish Hordes that served them entered into fealty with Sauron,
my liege-lord at this time. These Dark Knights of Oblivion did the bidding
of the Evil One with unparelleled percision and were always triumphant in
their campaign against the Good Immortals and the Forces of Good. So
successful were the Dark Knights that their own allies were made jealous, and
the Humans of the Southern Lands betrayed them in battle and fled before the
Elves of Trinsic. Even without the Southerners to aid them, the Dark Knights
and the Horde fought valiantly against armies that equaled their number
tenfold. In the end, half their company slain, the Forces of Good
overwhelmed the Horde, scattering the Orcs and capturing the Dark Knights.
The bound Dark Knights were brought before Llane, leader of the
Forces of Good. Even before this mighty Immortal the Dark Knights
remained defiant, angering Llane and the Good Immortals. Just before Llane
was about to kill them, Dentin, who had remained neutral in the War,
intervened on behalf of the Dark Knights, forbidding the Good Immortals from
slaying their own kind. Llane was unwilling to defy Dentin in his very
presence and incur his wrath so instead, they were stripped of their
immortality, cursed, and banished to a distant land in the North where they
remained in captivity until the Fall of Sauron. (Without the power of Sauron
to bind me to this dimension, I drifted back to the lower planes of my
origin.)
Masterless, the Dark Knights discussed amongst themselves what they
would do. Clans were installed in Alter Aeon at this time, and the Knights
rallyied behind the strong and wise Ogre-Mage Evilavatar and I--under us,
the Dark Knights of Oblivion formed a clan, the Clan of Evil. (It was during
the initial stages of organizing and creating the clan that I was conjured
from the lower planes and pressed into servitude again.) Remembering their
betrayal, Evilavatar instituted a code of allegiance, in which Honor would be
of the utmost importance. Because of the code of allegiance amongst them,
they became known throughout the land as Clan Lawful Evil. Evilavatar and I
gathered the scattered remnants of the Orcish Hordes and acquired new allies
with other evil beings. We buildt our home area in the Realm of the
Twisting Nether.