Pathei Mathos is truth as old as time itself.
Wisdom through Suffering.

Here a tale shall begin, of a man fated to endure for all time the failings of his brethren, and indeed himself. Hatred, misery, wastefulness; all fail in the face of the immortal, the transcendence of mind and self.

In search of reason in a world of madness, Pathei Mathos will be an Avenger. His soulless corpse is sent to cut off the hands of the liars and the tongues of the thieves, so that they too may avoid the temptation of meaning.

Rules.

Softcore * (more on this below)
P8
Normal Stash
Ladder Runewords enabled
100% full clears


* Suffering for Pathei Mathos must be eternal, but he will impose harsh discipline by virtue of 3 decrees.
1. Death is a Release: If Pathei Mathos dies, he must cast one of the best elements of his detail into the pyres of hades.
2. Life is Ephemeral: Pathei Mathos must wield at least one ethereal item at all times once one is found.
3. Jouissance is Folly: Items can only be sold for gold as unidentified. If Pathei Mathos sees the essence of an item he must either use it, or let it lay on the fallow ground.

Goals.

In suffering, I strive to delight the ghosts that enshrine this realm.

It's time to die.

This world is dead.

Pathei Mathos kneels one last time in his ancestral realm, Gnosor, never to return. The timeless stone pillars of his patriarchs are torn asunder. He falls willingly into the void to come.

(Any artwork featured in this wt will be original. If used, at least do me the honor or remembering its origins.)

I have awoken in a strange land, a fire just dying at my feet. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air. Some fool tried to speak to me; I cast my weapon and shield on the ground. I will wander out away from this bastion assuredly to die in the wilderness.

Finally a WT from you!
Good luck mate! I'll follow

I scoured the landscape in search of a noble place to die, but found only the foulest denizens to great me. I thought of returning to this damp and desolate village, but just then, in a moment of true madness; I knew what had to be done.

I will cleanse this pestilence, tear them limb from limb with my bare hands if need be. Come to me you vile creatures; as I hate the skin on my bones, by the unholiest of oaths...I will see you suffer as none but myself.

This post was edited by PatheiMathos on Apr 20 2016 02:33pm

Death will be a release from this travesty. Do your worst, and I will do mine.

In my rage, I sampled the blood and bile of my foes, acrid and foul though it was. I returned to the village only to find a maiden who caught my eye. I gave her all that I had in my possession, what use was it to me... all but the bloody blade grasped in my still shaking hands.

She spoke of an evil place, one fit for a death in my mind. She insisted that I take some gold for my troubles. Alas, what are riches for a man with but a single purpose, to suffer. Prepare your souls demons, as I will bear my burden forth upon you.

I have sought refuge from those so eager to speak to me at the village. Fools, they should have used their blades against me, just the same as the foes I have slain. I shall take refuge for the night in this abandoned trove, a beast here within seems to share my pain. Tomorrow I will greet death with open arms; I have found Akara's "Den of Evil" as she calls it. What does she know of evil! Nonetheless, as the sun rises, so shall I fall.

HAHA great intro m8 / 10 Love the story so far

By far one of the best intros i've seen lol.

Poor guy

Have fun m8 =)