Name: Ein Ragestone

Age: 14, or the elvish equivalent of 14.

Gender: Female

Appearance:


Backstory: The daughter of an elvish king who has long ago been deposed of an put into exile. She wanders aimlessly searching for more of her kind, though they are extremely rare outside of their forest kingdom. Beyond this, she has done odd jobs, traveling with her sole companion: Zeke, the Black Obsidian Golem.

Abilities: Ein had nearly no powers to speak of, all of her magical energies have been poured into creating, and maintaining Zeke. However, should Zeke be destroyed, she can either create a new golem, or if possible repair and reanimate Zeke.

Theme song: TBD

Zeke:

Zeke is an Obsidian Golem forged from the fires of Dragons Cradle, an ancient volcano that has remained active without erupting for longer then human history. Zeke is supplied with life energy from Ein, if she dies Zeke will first to cease functioning and then will, in short order, crack and return to natural magma and burn anything it touches. Immensly powerful when measuring physical strength, Zeke can lift nearly any weight it can balance, and does not tire while running at full tilt. Extremely durable, designed to protect Princess Ein, it can take a massive amount of abuse.

The Kingdom of Lualti is an ancient one. As the children of the forest, they age slower then trees grow and so Kings and Queens rarely die to allow the next generation to take over and shape their Kingdom to the views of those that follow. More often then not a King will step down, sometimes they are cut down. The later is what happened to Raulosifuni Tihaluhesi, Ein's father and the previous King of Lualti.

Raulosifuni was quite reserved in his methods of government, allowing the world to ebb and flow around them is a rock would the river flow. He did, however, want to prevent the elven warriors from engaging in the war with the Khan of the Spines and his massive army of his broken foes. He felt that the elves should stay in their forest strongholds and wait for the storm to pass, and while he had lived long enough for the elves to learn his name, he was merely a human and that they too soon faded from the world to be a true threat. As Khan pushed further and further out of the mountains and drew closer and closer to the Easter Forests a single voice rose above the rest and it no longer called for war, but for the King to step down. First one voice, then many voices of the collected chancellors raised for the call, but there where not enough to force the King to step down. Once voice did not speak, but instead acted.

The King Tihaluhesi suffered an assassination attempt, though he was not killed, the act gave enough support to the opposing chancellors and he was soon removed from the throne, and he and his family were sent into exile. Ein, whose proper name at the time was Einathesara Tihaluhesi, was only a small child at the time, yet still had 45 human years to her name at the time of the exile.

Tarot Card: The Wandering Knight

Name: Zareketh the Wanderer

Age: ???

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Backstory: A cloaked revenant clad in century-old armor and weilding an enchanted bastard sword, Zareketh travels from town to town, remaining in total obscurity. Only fresh corpses provide any evidence of his travels. Most of the time, cutthroats are found dead, others, the finds are more worrying. A rich mearchant, a poor beggar and even a mayor may suffer his wrath. While each town's officials handle each case in a typical manner, rumors exist, in a few remote areas, of the vengeful Sir Zacharius of Ebonwood who died centuries ago, yet could not rest as long as injustice reigned over the land. Due to the seldom occurrence and vast distance between each unsolved murder, paired with a natural lack of contact between communities and the sheer absurdity of the tale, such a possibility is universally dismissed as superstitious ravings, provided it is mentioned at all.

Abilities: Zareketh's most formidable ability is his undead condition. As a member of the restless dead, he cannot tire, hunger or sleep. His strength has grown to the point where he can lift an ordinary man with one hand, and his agility and physical resilience have been massively increased. Pain and fear can no longer be felt. Undeath has brought with it some massive weaknesses, however, and any spells, especially holy, that would normally heal or rejuvenate a living being backfire instead and harm Zareketh greatly. Furthermore, being in close proximity of a blessed artifact or stepping on holy ground gradually sap his strength.

He is also able to cast certain non-combat magic that can be used for utility purposes such as limited scrying, detecting and enchanting. These spells require rare materials and memorization rather than an inherent talent.

Lastly, Zareketh's original, harrowing training and many decades of combat experience render him a truly frightening opponent.

Theme song: The Unquiet Grave

Other:

Equipment:

Spellguard: This bastard sword is Zareketh's only defence against magic users and most prized possession. It can cut through magic as it cuts through flesh, being able to "parry" spells and harm magical creatures.

Old armor: A suit of armor clearly not of this age, mixing plate, and chainmail under a leather overshirt to offer adequate protection without limiting mobility.

Cloak: A long, tattered cloak used to conceal Zareketh's face and help him remain hidden at night.

The Order of Merciful Knights, or, The Order of Ebonwood
It is said, that at the times before the Khan's armies first began to ravage Theros, a mysterious figure that later came to be known only as the Confessor, emerged from a then unnamed forest that was long since considered cursed. Rumors existed, that spellcasters were unable to call upon their powers when surrounded by it's leafless, twisted trees, and that it owed its' property of being extremely hard to find to the fact that it was not fully integrated with the mortal world. Truly, one had to be all but lost to see its' blackened flora, and aimless wanderers or travelers who had lost their way were the most common ones to find their way to it.

The Confessor was a man of massive stature, but of his appearance nothing was ever seen, save for the thick black armor and greathelm he used to wear. His first undisputed sightings were in knightly tournaments where he competed, without the aid of a sponsor, against others of his kind. Be it honorable duel or joust, every knight that faced him was beaten effortlessly, eventually leading many into believing that he was some sort of demigod. Prevailing in tournament after tournament he was eventually sighted in the Kingdoms' largest, one which the king himself spectated. It was named "The Red Sun's Feast" and the participants were perhaps the best the realm had to offer. The reward was simple. Anything the victor asked for. Untold riches were given away, lives of entire families were changed as their childrens' children lived in safety and luxury.

Again, the Confessor plowed through his opponents with the same ease he had defeated pettier adversaries. Kneeling before a dumbfounded crowd and an impressed king, he asked not for gold or jewels, nor hands of noble ladies, but of lawful authority, authority to create and lead an order of knights dedicated in fortifying the peace within the King's lands. The ruler accepted, and when the time came, the Confessor had gathered the first wave of aspirants from all across the realm. All of them, even though hand-picked, seemed average at best. Some were past their prime, while most were nothing but commoners. Yet, as if aided by magic, the Confessor had chosen the best possible candidates. After three twelvemonths, only ninety nine withstood the borderline inhuman initiation training.

The Confessor then lead them back where he was rumored to have first emerged. He called these woods his home and named them Ebonwood, and eventually lead the Ninety Nine before a mighty hilltop keep. Its' dark grey walls had the same color as the natural stone found about in the forest, and it seemed as much a part of it as the fog and soil. Inside, they were taught strange magics that allowed them to see into the hearts and minds of men and beasts, they were presented with armor that did not weigh them down, cloaks that allowed them to meld into the night, and blades that could cut a falling leaf in half with a well-aimed swing.

In the following years, the Ninety Nine were transformed into weapons of absolution. They patrolled the vast kingdom, reaching into the souls of sinners and criminals, delivering punishment paired with mercy, and dispatched those who would not accept it. They helped those riddled with guilt or grief to cast their pain away, and turned lives around, liberating both lord and peasant from their inner demons. Even restless souls bound to this world found solace and some passed to the worlds beyond with their aid.

The Confessor, now a Grand Master in his own right, sat pleased in his keep. He rarely left his seat of power, save for when great need arose, and personally saw to trials of exceedingly notorious malefactors or ones that were otherwise impossible to bring to an end. It was said that the Confessors eyes burned with a bright red that the accused could feel in his insides, forcing them to divulge their sins, if they had any.

Years passed, and one day the Confessor vanished as suddenly as he appeared. He left the nine commanders of his Order to lead the rest as a council, and gave them the final command of never changing their Order's number. Even though stricken with great grief themselves, the Knights persevered and carried on as before. Using the teachings of the Confessor, both spiritual and magical, they were able to locate new members each time one was lost or became too old to continue, and trained them in the same grueling fashion that they themselves were. The order continued its' operations for centuries, hoping for their Grand Masters' return. But that day would never come.

The Order was far too idealistic and stern for its' own good. The Confessor's story was all but forgotten, times changed, Kings arose and fell, and noble houses appeared and vanished. Even after all these years, the Order was unrelenting in its' task of undoing the wrongs of the sinful, and quite the formidable foe. All it took was a single, powerful family to decide that they were potentially more harmful to the kingdom than they could be useful, and, with the aid of other nobles proceeded to declare the Order of Ebonwood outlaws and vigilantes. The knights themselves were not interested at all with politics, and would seize both noble and lowborn all the same, thus creating numerous enemies and making their downfall certain. Even after their official disbanding, they carried out their usual operations in a more discreet fashion for months before it was deemed necessary to end their activities with force.

Of the Siege of Graykeep, not much is known. Only that it lasted no more than ten days, and that every Merciful Knight died fighting taking twenty men with him. It is said, that once the final knight died, an unearthly wail echoed all across the forest, as mist thick as smoke poured out of it, covering the opposing army. Once the victorious forces had left, Ebonwood was forever lost. From that day on, not even stray wanderers reported seeing its' blackened, withered trees in the distance.

In a few backwards and remote communities of the Kingdom, legends exist, however, of a lone Merciful Knight who had been sent on a week-long journey, only to return to find his order and his friends wiped from the face of Theros. So great was his grief, that he could not find rest even after he claimed his own life. But that is nothing other than an obscure story, still lingering in the minds of few old men and women, and should not be taken seriously.

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Name:
"The Great Beast"
The true identity of the legendary noble savage has remained as much a mystery as its origin, for the common tongues of mortals are incapable of even truly uttering it. Among those who speak as and with beasts, it is understood as "He Who is Ferine" and "The Great Cat", moreover, it is directly implied that the Great Beast is one of the Lords of the Wild, or those who serve before the deific forces of the supposed Wild Gods; spiritual embodiments of nature's most powerful beasts and the hosts of the plane that is the Beastlands.

Age:
59
The exact life of such Great Beasts is unknown, as their existence is shrouded in myth and superstition. They have, in times long since past, been regarded as more common presences; facets of nature that arose to challenge enemies of the wild world. Just as quickly as they came into being, so too did they seem to be no more when the threat passed, fading away from sight and soon thereafter, thought as well. Scholars however, believe them to be merely enchanted beasts with prolonged lives - some supposedly living as long as elves - so as to better elusively fulfill their roles as guardians of the animal kingdom.

Appearance, Description and Gender:
Magical Beast
As tall as a man at the shoulder and made up of feral splendor, the Great Beast lives up to its many supposed titles and tales. No less than nearly eighteen hands tall, its frame is that of a tremendous feline with elaborate, elongated fangs and even more tremendous paws, armed with talons that as easily sunder steel as they do flesh. Its strength unnatural, even for its massive scale, it is a thing of thick fur, hide and muscle, distinctive in its portrayal, and seemingly bears golden eyes emerald that simmer with latent power from another world. The tawny coat of the monstrous feline marked only by natural irregular brown rosettes and stripes, it fades away into wilderness environments despite its size.

A male of its kind, if others of it do exist, it speaks with a rumbling voice that carries and penetrates the body just as it does the mind. It is in this quality that it, just as some of the most powerful spellcasters in the realm abroad, speaks magic into reality from nothingness; appointed with the power of wisdom and charisma beyond other animals. A divine force of nature, it seemingly comprehends the myriad of words the people of the world utter, speaking unto them in a manner that all can understand.

Personality and Alignment:
Lawful Neutral
Portrayed as both a thing of terrible, beastly, violent power and a noble lord among animals, the Great Beast abides by the laws of its world rather than those of men. Its personal code unswerving, it is rightfully feared and respected, and historically said to be as likely to aid those in need as it is to unleash its wrath upon them, determining its response only upon whatever cosmic force it adheres to. While not unfair, merely impartial to the whims of mortals, it treats them as a curiosity - at worst a thing to be toyed with and at best a precise tool.

Keeping company with few but itself or those alike it, it has with others worked cooperatively when motives align, but so seldom does the animal kingdom and those of men ever agree for such events to transpire. Appropriately, the Great Beast is mostly withdrawn unto itself.

Abilities and Magic:
Aura of Courage
As a living weapon of the realm, it has entered a prestigious role and so has been blessed by its wild patrons. Fearless itself, its unearthly courage inspires its allies in the face of terror just as the most noble of mortals who live as paragons of virtue.

Detect Evil
Imbued with a sense of one's person, the Great Beast is capable of looking into the heart and soul, perceiving whatever evil, if any, might lurk within. While thought and concentration is required, it pierces many disguises mundane and many forms of magical concealment.

Divine Grace
Warded against magic and other powers by force of personality, the Great Beast is a particularly difficult target to afflict. Using this shroud of supernatural resilience, it forces its foes to contend with its vicious claws and deadly fangs.

Divine Health
Immune to even the most virulent and vile of illnesses, the Great Beast's very form spurns that which is sickly or ill. Even supernatural afflictions or would-be parasites find no weakness in it.

Spellcasting
Ordained as a living embodiment of divine animal power, the Great Beast wields sacred magic as easily and fiercely as it does its natural weapons. It spurns the unholy and the unliving just as any priestly mortal power, able to turn and destroy undead or inflict injury upon them by mere touch. No less, it shrouds itself and its allies - be them savage or otherwise - in mystic blessings, or calls down righteous fire or lightning to smite its foes. As diverse as any cleric, the Great Beast adapts its spellcasting after resting, being able to one day summon lesser creatures to do its bidding and the next, to heal wounds and revive the dead.

Background and History:
Sacred animals are no new addition to the world, having existed for millennia beyond mortals and the earliest of beings. While they have always been a presence, their power and numbers have since dwindled as the mortal gods shaped all that existed until they became little more than living myth. Still enemies of corruption and consumption throughout time, they arise in rare circumstance to fight against that which gravely threatens nature, reborn on the Material Plane well in advance of any coming threat. As such, they are omens of ill events and wicked tidings to come, and as such are regarded as harbingers of doom - even wrongly accused as agents of destruction themselves.

While no friends of mortals, whom they often regard as lesser beings as any predator would its prey, they and their purpose might find themselves aligned. Such pacts of peace are tense, and offenses against Great Beasts are seldom forgotten, often being resolved in the wake of victory and violently if need be. As such, there are few who have love of them, seeing them as little more than epic monsters of their kind.

The Great Cat itself is just one of many who have served the Beastlands, and is the most recent in this line, having been only born into the world of mortals in the past fifty years. While no more unique than any other at the time of its birth, it was ordained after as one of the successors to the natural order and inducted into the service of the Wild Gods, of whom hold absolute domain over the animal realm. Growing to tremendous power and scale as a result, it since has spent its days wandering the world abroad as a roving agent without a cause, until now.

As one of the royals among the Deck of Beasts, an individual set of mythic animals produced upon enchanted tarots, it is more story than truth; a divining tool whose greatest cards are oft mingled with other similar royals from other decks. Many attributes of it, ranging from its divine vengeance against mortals to its ancient line, are collections of the entire story, and not the individual's. In truth, the current Great Cat is young compared to that which it replaced; for the past five hundred years, another Great Beast ruled the land as a Lord of the Wild.

While far from naïve, bearing great wisdom and charisma, tempered by surprising intellect, it is unaware that it has some greater destiny before it, summoned only from its aimless wanders by the playing of its card and the turning of the tide.

The Plane of the Beastlands
Whereas some mortal gods hold domain over the beasts of the air, earth and water in life, in death all things of nature return unto itself entirely. It is a unique quality of animals, as simple spirits as they are, to live eternal in a cycle both cosmic and fleshly, dying only to be reborn in the plane known only to scholars of obscure lore as "The Beastlands". Described only vaguely in its few texts, it is a vast, eternal wilderness expanse that borders the celestial realms of Arborea and Elysium, aligned toward a more noble, benevolent side of nature. Filled with innumerable habitats and countless inhabitants, it is said to be the world as intended before the mortal gods laid claim to existence.

Those under its domain, traditionally only beasts, arrive here in their death, reborn into it once more anew and just as they did on the Material Plane, they live, only to return to the world of the living when their role has waned and their afterlife has ended. As such, it is perceived that there is no true end or beginning of it, except in unusual circumstance. For mortals, when they do arrive, they find themselves tainted by the unchecked ambient power of the realm, and become increasingly changed by it the longer they linger. In the span of a mere man's lifetime, such mundane interlopers will have been forcefully enraptured by the cycle, eventually turning into beasts themselves and becoming claimed by the Beastlands' eternal order; such a process is unique and profound, in that those consumed by it become the animal they were within in body as well.

Others, such as the rare zoanthrope or shapeshifter, find themselves within one of several paradises - able to freely choose between man, monster or beast, living a life eternal after as reward for their trials alive. More rarely yet, those who lived in accordance with the noble savagery of the Beastlands are adopted in death, rather than allowing their existence to be left to waste and nothingness. However, only those of more pure and wild hearts are so fortunate, and thus so rare.

While magical beasts among the Beastlands exist, their numbers are few and their power fearsome. Many are chosen guardians of the realm, acting as watchful wardens to quickly remove those who do not belong and using violent or magical means if need be. While such incursions against the plane are rare, those who do not abide by good practices to the land and predation are harshly reprimanded, and evil beings' presences are never ignored for long. In the worst of times, when an affront has been made against the entire Beastlands, the plane itself as a whole responds and turns itself to destroying the invasion. As quickly as such an assault might begin, it ends, and the natural order resumes.

The Legendary Beasts
Among the world of mortals and their creators' shared realm in the Material Plane, one of the greatest and grandest creatures of the Beastlands can occasionally find its way. Often by divine mandate of the wild realm, extraordinarily powerful beasts are brought forth, but their purpose is never so clear to mortals or the divine pantheon. Many seem to arise by chance, with some wrecking great havoc and terror, whereas others live the entirety of their life unseen by the eyes of men and monster alike.

It is typically only under the summons of a powerful spellcaster do such mythic animals respond intentionally, but even then it is so poorly understood as to their role. The consensus being that in a world filled with strange beings and monstrosities, the Wild Gods are not so idle as to allow their existence and their immense power to be forgotten.

The Lords of the Wild
By their very nature a fearsome Lord of the Wild is the purest embodiment of a legendary beast, being not only capable of great power beyond any mundane man or animal of the realm, but also bearing tremendous intellect and fathomless insight. They are living weapons of the Wild Gods' design and oft only appear before times of dire need when the fate of the Material Plane and the cycle eternal is threatened. The vanguard of the Beastlands, their numbers are seldom more than a handful, but their presence is often felt directly. Ordained with immense magical power, they rally those attuned to nature to fight on its behalf for the greater good, even at the expense of those on the Material Plane.

Most often a predatory beast, they manifest as enormous wolves, leviathan cats or bears of behemoth size, often with naturally expressed markings and coloration that seems unusual for their lot. Identified by the faint glow and spark of intellect in their eyes, they are known to speak any language the mortal tongue can utter, and even those it cannot. So influential, lesser beasts willingly fall in line to them, and other legendary beasts or Lords of the Wild congregate as well.

If opportune, they live well beyond their age, appearing only in brief or when called upon for their aid or blessing - acting as living liaisons to the Wild Gods...

The Wild Gods
As primal and timeless as the elemental manifestations of the Planes of Air, Earth, Fire and Water, the Wild Gods are understood to have existed from a time far before the mortal pantheon first exerted its force upon the Material Plane. Granted dominion over all living things - both plant and animal - their true influence over the realm of norm only has "recently" ended. Such knowledge's absence, so rare it is known only to a few of the most wizened wizards and lore keepers, has led many now to believe them to be unfathomed forces to fear; inexplicable and nameless.

This exists not as a truth however, and the most notable of the Wild Gods - Ashkhandar, Ilyu, Vanoir, and Ylra - exist in rare texts, and those same texts portray them as noble animal powers whose wills seem much aligned with those of good spirit and good intent. However, in those same texts, they are just as equally so referred to as beasts with the powers of gods - fierce and impossible to truly understand in the eyes and minds of mere men. Their viciousness and ferocity are vast, as is that of their agents, who they send on matters of great importance from the Beastlands itself. Yet, even among their domain, their appearances are rare and only rarer in the days of old in the Material Plane.

One poorly understood aspect of their existence is their shared power among peers, in that while there are many Wild Gods, with some more prominent and powerful than others, their influence is equal. It is speculation that this, just as with the eternal cycle, implies that they are all in fact simply one manifestation of the same thing. No less, the non-existent influence the divine pantheon has upon their plane and power only leads to further speculation that they are merely a cosmic existence and something that has and always will continue to exist.

Tarot Card: Blind sorcerer

Name: Sabriye Solar

Age:20

Gender: female

Appearance:
she is blind

Personalty: She is very curious and often sneaks out to go and play. She is kind but doesn't trust you very easy. Cares for her friend and can be a bit of a airhead sometimes.

Backstory: born blind, abondoned in a forest in Theros as a baby, Sebriye was destined to die young and alone. However a Elven woman who had just lost her son in the wars found her and decided to raise her. She found a most welcome home at the elves and even had close realtions with the royal family. She has a elder brother who dotes very much on her, not wanting her to leave their home alone. at the age of 9 they discoverd Sebriye could peform magic and the elves thought her their healing skils. Although not perfect she can also communticate with plants en animals, knowing everything there is to know about nature.

Abilities: healing: this takes a toll on her body as well. The more severe the injurie to more (shall we call it mana) energie it takes to heal it. talking to nature: Not perfect, she has especialy trouble communicating with old trees( they are stubborn as ...) animals that have lived near humans are the easiest to communicate with. She can see roughly by tapping on the ground ands asking the nature around her for an image of her surrounding.


Theme song: quest for excalibur https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NuJe8p9GPZU

Name:
Kirhi Duskglide

Age:
14

Gender:
Female.

Appearance:
Of average height and weight for her age, Kirhi is physically and average human. Shoulder-length, light brunette hair and eyes a slighter lighter shade of brown fit well with her fair skin and lithe frame. She can usually be found wearing a simple shirt and long pants, rarely if ever wearing "girl's" clothing.

Alignment:
Neutral Good

Backstory:
Insatiably curious, from the moment she was born Kirhi tried to learn everything she could. From learning to crawl and walk at a much faster rate than normal to exhausting every book and storyteller she comes across, her mental strength is largely due to her eidetic memory.
Born in a small village in one of the poorer areas of the Coalition of the Shore Folk, her early years were spent exploring and listening to the few travelers who came through. Before moving to the nearby kingdom proper, she finished what education her home could provide at a record pace which was only continued in her second home. Practically living in it's library for the next year, leaving only to hear the tales of those who came through the ports, she absorbed the knowledge of this new town and found herself wanting more. Recently, she's managed to befriend a crew of relatively kind pirates who frequent the town, and has saved up just enough to travel with them in return for her knowledge of maps and navigation.

Abilities and traits:
- Eidetic memory. She can permanently and completely memorize information and stimuli in seconds, making her hunger for knowledge both easily fed and dangerous.
- Beginner-level magic use. She can do very simple from a few of the books she's read, but her knowledge of magic is mostly academic which leaves her with little ability to actually put this into practice.
- Above-average physical fitness. While not overly impressive, she can do more than most of her peers thanks to her understanding of the importance of exercise and self-created exercise routine.

Tarot Card: The Star Seeker

Name: Ultrovos, the Veiled One

Age: 47

Gender: Male

Appearance: The Veiled One appears as a tall, gaunt figure entirely wrapped in a black cloak, which has grown tattered and frayed at the edges. His head is concealed by a cowl, and before his face there hangs a black veil. With one hand he leans upon a gnarled wooden staff, whereas over his other shoulder are slung two leather bags, one of which occasionally twitches and writhes.

Backstory: Ultrovos was once an aspiring wizard, studying the arcane arts in one of the Sun Kingdom's academies. However, following a seemingly failed spellweaving experiment performed in the course of his learning, he began to be plagued by strange dreams, from which he would wake gibbering wildly. Deeming them to be caused by an illness, he retired to his quarters for weeks, in the course of which strange mutterings could be heard issuing from them - yet Ultrovos never received any visitors. After that period, he emerged from his confinement having acquired a mostly taciturn demeanour, a habit of draping a dark cowl about his features due to "vulnerable eyes" and a mighty strange journal, which is presently his most valued possession.
To any observer, it appears as full of barely legible gibberish. However, Ultrovos himself is able to use it as a spellbook, invoking strange and disturbing enchantments from its pages and occasionally merely leafing through it or scribbling some further notes.

Having underwent such baffling changes, he departed, with little explanation, on a quest to find "the shattered star", which he believes to lie somewhere upon the world's surface. While he himself would probably be unable to say what exactly he is seeking, he is convinced he shall recognise his quarry upon seeing it.

However this may stand, from then on the wandering Veiled One became a rather dreaded figure. Though not actively malicious, he inevitably brings strange and fearful prodigies wherever he travels, and havoc follows in his wake.

Abilities: Ultrovos is able to evoke diverse and potent otherworldly magics from his makeshift spellbook, often ensuing in chaotic effects as these alien incantations grate against the fabric of reality.

Additionally, he seems to be suffused with some sort of unnatural vitality, as he is able to subsist for exceptionally long periods without sleep or nutrition.

Theme song: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ZC2LXZE_6rw

Other: Ultrovos possesses a familiar of some sort - a creature dwelling within an ever-darkened bag. The being itself has never been seen, but the bag occasionally writhes curiously, and anything deposited into it is swiftly and silently devoured.

The Realms Beyond

Thanks to the tireless labour of generations of magi, scholars and divinists, the inhabitants of the material worlds nowadays possess a rather significant measure of knowledge concerning the shape and structure of the cosmos at large, encompassing both its inner core and the regions astral, celestial and infernal stretching beyond the reach of immediate perception. Yet seldom are the works of mortals, and even immortals, flawless, and the lore of the universe is no exception. There is a limit beyond which all known laws fade, and which, if breached, will reward an explorer not with wisdom but with madness; that limit is the boundary of the Outer Spheres.
These cryptic realms - though they might very well be an universe or several unto themselves - stretch without the furthermost dimensions of the known cosmos, and are unlike anything even those strange peripheral lands might ever have seen. How vast they are no one can tell, for those very few reckless souls who have succeeded in contacting the Outside and retained some little sanity dared not travel far into it. All that is known is that it appears to an observer as a chaos of shifting distances, unpredictable geometries and unnameable shapes and hues which cannot be described with coherent words. Colossal and horrifying presences are said to glide, or swim, or shamble through that pandemonium, generating even more disquieting abnormities as they move.
Though such a location ought to discourage any visitors by its own nature alone, there have nonetheless been many conjurers and summoners who attempted to open rifts between it and their worlds, seeking to study it or harness its energies for their own ends. However, it would seem that the Outer Spheres are so alien in their composition that no conscious effort has to this day succeeded in breaching their borders, unless strengthened with occult knowledge already obtained there (and those who have mastered this resource are, as a rule, either unable or unwilling to share their findings). Rather, it has recently become apparent to the few arcane circles willing to deal in such matters that some comparatively simple conjurations, if performed by a distracted or inexperienced evoker, have a minute chance of exposing the unfortunate caster to the maddening influence of the Beyond. This contact lasts the merest fraction of an instant; yet who knows whether this might not be enough for the spellcaster's mind to be shattered - or for some nameless entity to bind them to an unknowable purpose?

Vershult was a land of intellects and scholars amidst a harsh land, yet the people of Vershult looked to their neighbors not for inspiration but something to avoid, the civilized ways indeed had there merits but left much of the population complacent and greedy, so it was decided by a gathering of tribes that while they would look to the future and learn its ways they would never abandon their roots and primitive ways for it was the old ways and the motherland that bred them that kept them unified. Vershultian society was strict in its laws and customs and instead of adopting the civilized ways of their neighbors wholeheartedly they found ways to incorporate new and old methods together. Rather than have a standing army under the central command of a emperor each man woman and child by the age of 6 was trained to defend his or herself and those around them. Vershult was heavily religious adhering to a multitude of gods, goddesses and other deities, a popular phrase was "For as many wonders there are in life and in death there is a being who exists to allow these wonders." Even the Cult of Krallesh is accepted into The Vershultian church's extensive and expansive pantheon and the nation as a whole generally respects the reason of worship that another holds with the exception that even those monotheistic faiths must pay some form of respect to the existence of another faiths deities. No grave yard has ever been erected in Vershult and any harboring of the dead was illegal, instead the departed where either taken to the separated camps of the Walking Dead and stored among the criminals if the departed where given over to the council, otherwise the dead are taken to high towers, areas heavy with animals or high above the mountains were parts of flesh are removed and taken back to the village to be prepared with the rest of the meats, the rest is left for birds and animals to strip the bones clean, afterwords the bones are rather fashioned into tools if the surviving deceased family members deem it or they are taken to towers or pits where lime and rain water dissolve the bones and the water is filtered back into the land or rivers, for each live lost a tree is planted for the dead and marked as a member of the departeds family these kin trees remain standing until their death and the dead wood is crafted into weapons of war so that the ancestors and the newley dead may fight by their families side. Criminals where offered choices depending on their crimes, since the wealth of Vershult is not centered solely in currency theives and petty criminals are forced to repay their victims in both Vins(The currency of Vershult) and in assets such as food which is provided not by the criminals but the states regional council, afterwords the thieve is forced into indentured servitude until the food or resource has been renwed and is then free to return to his tribe. Murderers and rapists where put to death the moment they where tried and judged guilty for their crimes or they where conscripted into the only soldiers that Vershult Fielded, this group had no true name to the Vershultian people but to those who faced them alongside the tribes they where known as The Walking Dead.

As the Fatherland (State council) and children of the Tribal Socialist Junta of Vershult continued to protect and support their Motherland and not allow Khan Scazzven to depose of Vershults Fatherland and take her for himself the Khan began to mobilize his soldiers and minions from Fortress Dre and march against the warrior people of Vershult. The forces of the Khan may have been a people of the north as well but the lands of Vershult were not only difficult to reach and its warriors zealous in her defense but the motherland herself aided her husband and children in their glorious struggle but even this was not enough representation of Vershults determination for even the honored dead allowed their physical forms to be used once again in battle. Much blood was spilled to feed the kin trees and death enacted its judgement on all sides, yet the Khans forces continued to invade and Vershult resisted, it was then that a grim reality was realized by both forces there could be no end for either war, should the Khan slay the fatherland Vershults children would continue to resist and the Motherland would continue even long after her children where gone and so it was that Vonsuer harnessed the land and its powers over life and death and summoned forth a great plague that swept through the land and though the earth was ever resilient against this miasma of death her children and their foe where not, Vonsuer sacrificed not his life but a part of his soul, his people, his home and nation to preserve the one thing they had all existed because of and for the land itself. To this day Vershult remains untouched by mortals, only the honored dead and the eternal life of the Motherland and her creations hold sway there. For amidst the massive and vibrant trees lie blackened and dead husks each with marks from the men, women and children who fought for the land that provided for them.