The first use

With Jinn's recent... departure. Gorandis needed another Nethradin to fill his spot. It was very possible that Jinn wasn't yet dead. but he was cast into a twisting, unstable portal... His chances were not good. But if he did survive then perhaps it would be a 'fun' reunion sometime in the future. After all, if the spirit could survive that then it certainly had enough merit.

But, war was on the horizon. And that meant Gorandis needed something with much more power... A marquis would do. He probably had the power to restrain one though it would likely lead in the weakening of the creature. It was a price worth paying though. The grip could be slowly loosened to restore some of the Nethradin's power.

But, one needed to be summoned first. Gorandis struck the base of the staff against the stone floor of the white tower's balcony. And a rift split open in the air showing a rather surprised Nethradin on the other side. Gorandis gave the creature an unpleasant smile before extending his arm.

Chains of red lightning sprang out and pierced the Nethradin, latching onto its core and dragging it through the portal. For a moment the creature was ethereal and then Gorandis' mana poured into it, forming corrupted flesh around a broken frame that continued to reshape and reform painfully until the Marquis was dragged out onto the stone.

In full mortal form.

"Welcome to the land of the living, Marquis. You will be serving me from now on. And you'd best remember that. Or I will make it very very painful for you."
(Gorandis)

Halalovog, a dreaded Marquis of the lands of Helheim within the Spirit Realm, was trailing a chain of souls behind him towards the depths of his region, to be harvested, tormented for power to be wielded by the Marquis and the Shaitan. But those plans were promptly struck out by the likes of Gorandis as he felt his presence get ripped from the Spirit Realm itself.

Chains of red lightning tore into his form, dragging him through the portal formed by the summoner. Such an event was something being reported by other Marquis.. but never had it occurred to a Nethradin of his level before. His body began to char, and sear as he flew towards the other end of the vortex, a robed warlock in his vision now as his demonic looking mortal frame built itself with the mana provided.

"Raaaaaaugghhhhhhhh.."

A deep, dreadful voice rumbled in Gorandis' ears as the Marquis he summoned was spat out into Eternia, landing on his hands and knees only to rise to his inhuman full height, eight feet tall, clad in hellish garments and with muscle rippling beneath said garments.. it was clear he had summoned a knight of Helheim, a formidable Nethradin built upon evil, honor, and conquest.

Perfect for the days to come, no?

Glaring albino eyes turned down to stare at the one who'd claimed power over him, and he frowned before nodding to Gorandis as if acknowledging his requests and ultimatums, before speaking.

"Then you are this world's Shaitan.. so be it, I shall reign hell upon your foes."
(Halalovog)

"Perhaps I could be considered the Shaitan but it's more accurate to call me someone freelance. I control others and yet I also work with others. A dreadful balance you might say. But, you are bound to me. Your will is your own but your actions are not. Step out of line and i will end you, sending you straight into the lifestream with no chance for you to return to the spirit realm."

"Do I make myself clear?" The red chains became empowered and once more shocked the Marquis before fading away. And while they were unseen they could still very much be felt. "Now, what's your name? And what can you do? I need to know what you're capable of before I decide what to do with you... And if you prove to be rather useless then..."

"Goodbye i suppose."
(Gorandis)

A well deserved grim expression was given t othe summoner, but it was quickly followed by a rumbling sigh. And as he moved to flex and stretch his new form, hellstorm and shadowflame flickered at his feet, as if he were choosing, deciding what to bring forth with this mana.

"I am a feared warlord in the Spirit Realm... I conquer, I slay, I maim. I bring glory to those I champion. I suppose now that would be you. I am also skilled in tactics, in war. I could be an advisor for your troops, train your lessers."

He cracked his neck and came to a halt, facing away from his summoner, his muscled arms behind his back, hands folded together.

"I am Halalovog. Marquis of Honor."
(Halalovog)

"Perhaps you were a feared warlord and perhaps you did command armies. But as of right now you are nothing until you can prove yourself. So that is my task for you. Go out into the world and prove your worth. Slaughter our foes in the east. Obtain power just... do something with yourself so that this summoning isn't a waste of my time."

The portal beside Gorandis snaps shut quickly with a snap of his fingers. "When I need you, you will know. I can reach into your mind and i can pull your form from anywhere it may be. So do try to not die and lose all of your worth. If you die, your spirit will not be returning to the spirit realm, but it will return to me where I will do with it as I wish."

"Do you understand, Nethradin? Now go and... be useful."
(Gorandis)

His albine gaze was cast across Loranthis, taking in the carnage and general chaos with surprising homeliness, as well he would, considering his origins and original method of 'work'.

Though he didn't face Gorandis directly he spoke to him, agreement had been made upon the binding of his spirit to this intimidating form he now had.

"Very well. I understand."

With that, he stepped forwards, riding currents of hellstorm to descend from the tower safely, every step thrumming with the mana granted to him by his summoner.

Now we shall see what comes of this.
(Halalovog)