Race: Nothing fits the Kamal better than an Orc. If I have missed something, please let me know!))
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((Disclaimer: This build is designed to be playable on vanilla Skyrim however, it was tested on PC with many mods installed. To sum him up, Ada’Soom Dir-Kamal is an absolute powerhouse of a fighter, using destruction to inflict even more mutilation on his foes, necromancy to control those who have fallen before him, and enchanting to further enhance his abilities. But time has since passed and he must regain the knowledge he needs to once again slay the people of Skyrim. Now, he’s out for revenge against Skyrim after his defeat at the hands of the Nords. The undead king, Ada’Soom, has been raised from his grave after being unexpectedly woken by a group of necromancers. While a Kamal-inspired build has already been done, we wanted to steer away from it and do our own take on this mysterious and unique race. That’s right, it took at least THREE different legions to slay him. We settled on doing the only named king of the Kamal, Ada'Soom Dir-Kamal, a warlord who managed to sack Windhelm before being slain in battle by a collection of Argonain battlemages, Dunmer wizards and Nord barbarians. I had recently begun reading up on Akaviri lore, and was torn between two prominent figures from the continent. When the theme of the contest was announced, Nebula and I immediately knew we had to do something special. Only one last word was uttered from his dead lips as he stomped on a warlock’s heads
The necromancer’s could only scream, as they watched the undead Kamal King rise from his grave, before they were torn to shreds. "YOU DARE AWAKE A KING? FACE YOUR DEATH THEN!"
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The grave rumbled, like it was causing its own earthquake, and vicious snarl erupted from the patch of dirt as a decayed, pale fist rose out of the ground. The voice seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once, speaking in an unknown language. The chains of magic broke away from them, and a disembodied, rumbling voice broke through the night. The mages began to chant and magical energy flowed from their palms into the grave, but something went wrong. What would be more unstoppable then a forever undead Akaviri warrior? They would raise the slain King and he would be their thrall, an undead servant to slay those who crossed their path. He laid it flat on the grave, its pages held by magic, and his comrades formed a circle. One necromancer approached the grave, marked by a stack of rune-scratched rocks and pulled out a book. He had been slain by a Dunmer legion, assisted by Argonian Battlemages, and his remains were brought back here to be guarded by the Nords and to ward off any Kamal that dared to return.
Buried in a tiny grave deep in the mountains of Eastmarch, this Akaviri warlord had sacked Windhelm before attempting to take Mournhold in Morrowind. They were finally here they had finally found the grave of the Kamal King. The group of necromancers huddled around each other, shivering under their dark robes, as cold wind whipped around them.
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