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to amplify their powers beyond anything imagined they had to give themselves over to the powers of Necromancy, dying and being reborn as nothing ever seen before.  The spells they prepared would give them immortality, unnatural strength, and would turn them into emotionless war machines.  And would amplify their magic to be powerful enough to decimate entire populations.
    They created 4 chambers.  These chambers had the spells inscribed along the interior walls.  The trick was, they could not sleep in these chambers.  No matter how hard the magic tried to, they could not let it lull them to sleep.  The only way to make the magic theirs was to stay awake and let it be absorbed into their conscious minds.  The 4 of them laid in their chambers and thought of all the things they needed the power to fight for to help them stay awake. 
    Three of them survived the chambers.  The fourth team member went crazy inside his and the chambers' walls melted down upon him.  It was later discovered that there had been a flaw in the inscriptions in that chamber.
    Mortul, Yosan and Hudreia survived the transition within their chambers.  They had been completely changed.  They were dark and beautiful.  And they were Powerful!
    Dartein watched his father's face as he listened to the origin story of his kind.  He had never known that their entire race was created magically.  He especially hadn't know his father possessed the kind of power that he was describing.
    Josaleene gently placed her finger tips on the back of Mortul's hand.  She spoke to him in a reverent tone, "Master, you saved our lands from complete annihilation.  The sacrifice you made was out of love and the need to preserve the human kind and the world.  Why is this history not known commonly?"
    The Patriarch answered her. "My dear, there are some things the world at large cannot handle knowing.  Even if the history books were available to the humans, they would be deemed fantastical and out of fear of the past no one would believe it.  There were things we had to do in that war that the human mind today could never accept."
    "But here we are, the Noble race exists.  Is that not proof enough for them?"  She replied.
    "Better for them to think we were an original race of beings, than a race created that can one day be undone.  I keep our Court strong in the hopes that I never need to fight another war like the one before.  But I do not believe that peace can ever truly last, and I will always be ready."
    Dartein appreciated the history that had been laid out before him, but his concern for his beloved Josaleene returned full force.  "Father, if you were there at the creation of the spells, can you not find out how to change them?  How to preserve Josaleene rather than let our child destroy her?"  A small hope lit his eyes as he asked his father to change the impossible.
    "My Son, I do not promise anything.  I can review the spells and see if there is anything we can do.  I did not know about my Samana's curse until it took her from me.  And after that I was too shrouded in grief to care to find a way for it not to happen.  It was too late already.  I never would have thought your love for each other was as powerful as mine was for your mother, or I would have forbidden your union." 
    The Patriarch got up from his desk and left the room.  Dartein could only hope his Father would find some way to help, to fix all this.
    Squeezing his hand Josaleene whispered to him, “We will find a way Dartein, we will be OK."
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    Mortul found himself in the room containing the Slumber Chamber.  The Chamber itself was interred in the ground during the Slumber of a Noble and a human.  Its magic knew when the process was complete and would come above ground to release its contents.
    At the moment the Chambers lid was open, and it sat in the middle of the room.  The room was a spacious cavern with dark stone walls and archways that spanned for a hundred feet.