Vilon
Vilon is a mercenary you can unlock in the pirate ship.
Abilities
| Fiery Spirits | |
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Evoke 3 fiery spiris to attack random enemies, dealing 150% or your damage per spirit. Cost: 45 Mana. |
| Sigil of Flame | |
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Mark a random hero with a sigil, increasing their damage by 60% for 10 seconds. 10 seconds cooldown. Cost: 60 Mana. |
| Hellfire | |
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Evoke a hellish fire which deals 60% of your damage to all enemies for 4 seconds. 15 seconds cooldown. Cost: 90 Mana. |
Gear
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Story
In the fiery depths of hell, a petty demon named Vilon found itself drawn to the mesmerizing dance of flames that engulfed the underworld. Unlike other demons, Vilon had an insatiable curiosity and a desire to manipulate the very essence of fire.
At first, his attempts were feeble, resulting in nothing more than singed tail feathers and charred scales. As time passed, though, Vilon discovered a hidden talent within itself. It began to channel the infernal energy that surrounded it, gradually gaining control over the flames. The demon's once chaotic and uncontrolled attempts turned into a mesmerizing display of fiery precision.
Vilon's newfound ability didn't go unnoticed in the demon hierarchy. The elder demons, initially dismissive of the petty underling, started to show interest. And for good measure, as his skill extended beyond mere conjuring of flames; Vilon learned to shape and direct fire for various purposes. It became a master of both destructive and creative manipulation, creating intricate patterns in the air with trails of fire or unleashing torrents of inferno upon command.
As Vilon's reputation spread, it found itself in the service of higher-ranking demons, assisting in battles and orchestrating displays of power. The lesser demon had risen in stature, proving that even in the depths of hell, ambition and determination could lead to truly remarkable things.
Vilon, once a petty hellish creature, and now known as Warlock Vilon, was commanded to and found himself at the heart of the eternal conflict between the undead forces, backed by the demons of hell, and the kingdoms of the living. Commanded to join the undead ranks, he unleashed his fiery skills upon the enemies, hoping to prove his worth to his demonic superiors.
In the battle which would ensure the fall of Mythshore, Vilon stood on the front lines, commanding flames that danced and swirled around him. The undead horde surged forward, and the warlock unleashed torrents of fire upon the approaching humans and elves. The very air seemed to burn as his powers scorched everything in their path.
For a moment, it seemed as though Vilon's mastery over fire would tip the scales in favor of the undead. His flames consumed the flesh with ruthless efficiency, and the battlefield echoed with the anguished cries of those caught in his infernal conflagration.
However, the humans and elves proved more resilient than Vilon had anticipated. As the flames raged, they regrouped, their ranks reformed with unwavering determination. A skilled elven mage stepped forward, conjuring a barrier that absorbed and redirected Vilon's fiery onslaught with a blast that consumed the right flank of the Undead army. Their forces, momentarily weakened, gave in to the courageous push. The tide of battle turned, and victory for the living appeared imminent.
Realizing that the living were not so easily defeated, Vilon tried to beat its retreat. The undead commanders urged it to press on, but doubt gnawed at it. Its own survival was paramount. It turned and fled, followed by screeching wails of its former allies and raspy cries of the advancing enemies. Winds rose the dust and for the moment Vilon lost his bearings, only to find himself in a minute between advancing human ranks. In the midst of the chaos, an old saying echoed in his demonic mind: "If you cannot beat them, join them."
With a diabolical twist, Vilon made a fateful decision. In a sudden shift of allegiance, he turned his fiery gaze upon the undead horde. The flames that once served their dark purposes were now unleashed upon the rotting ranks. The undead, caught off guard by this betrayal, writhed and disintegrated in the searing heat.
Vilon, now aligned with the living, fought alongside humans and elves, cleansing the land of the undead scourge he had once been a part of. The irony of his situation was not lost on him — a demon turned warlock now fighting for the living against the very forces he had once served.
Whether Vilon's allegiance is to remain steadfast or shift like a fickle flame is uncertain indeed. In the volatile world consumed with raging war, loyalties are as unpredictable as the flames it wields. Only time would tell whether this infernal turncoat would continue to burn against the darkness or succumb to the temptations of his demonic origins once more.