Name: Lyria
Titles: Peace-Bane, The Scion of War, Doom of Esria
Age: 555
Gender: Female

Height: 6’2"
Weight: 180 lbs.
Build: Muscular

Appearance:
Lyria’s perhaps most striking feature is her apparent humanity. The casual observer most often sees a tall woman with unmistakeably human origin. Blonde shoulder-length hair and a face with distinct likeness to civilizations past makes her easy to fit in the race category. On closer inspection, however, that is where the similarities end. Her eyes roil with flames that twist and churn on her retinas. Her features are locked in an eternal frown of irritation or anger, a fine complement to her constant battle-readiness; always equipped with some form of armour and weaponry. Such equipment tends to change with the times, but it is always of grand quality, as though to show off.

Personality:
Lyria does not appear to have missed the fact that she looks more like a human than a proper devil, instead it seems to have impacted her two-fold. Firstly, her animosity for the world is hard to match, her irritable demeanour easily turning to anger, rage and defensive accusations. Her issues with her kindred are in ever increasing supply, and every reminder that she is different appears to drive her into further anger. Secondly, she heralds the human – and by extension, her own – form as the ultimate shape for war. She is adamant in her perceived superiority to a fault, and will defend her less-brutish form both in lengthy debate and violent duel. As a byproduct rather than any morality, she heralds humanity as valiant warriors and effective killing machines.

She is prone to bouts of rage, frustration and murderous intent. When she is not raging against the world, Lyria can be disturbingly cunning and pragmatic. As a scion of war, she is ultimately quite skilled and preferential to strategy. She enjoys outmaneuvering an opponent on the field of battle and logistics as much as she does destroying them on the battlefield. She considers diplomacy a wasted effort and negotiation a perversion of the natural order, but will paradoxically engage in it if it will bring her victory in the end.
She is never kind, but has been known to exalt warriors and soldiers who do well on the battlefield or at the strategist’s table – whether they are her own or the enemy’s. Impressing her is often the best way to remain on her good side.

Specialty:
Lyria is first and foremost a warrior and a commander. She can and will wade into the thick of battle and destroy countless hapless opponents. Through determination, brute force and tactics she will wear down and batter most opponents in due time. She is a fearsome enemy for mortals and demons both, and given the chance – devils. The harder an enemy fights, the more power and speed she appears to move with. She encapsulates strategy and the cunning of war in body and spirit, and can muster campaigns and conflicts that would be impossible to a mere layman.

Furthermore, the burning desire for conflict that she deifies is infectious. Her followers – devils and mortals alike with a passion for war – or subjugated into service – find themselves whipped into a blood rage that can only be stopped with total and absolute victory. Among mortals, her thirst for battle can be so empowering that allies turn on one-another, and armies dissolve into disorganized fighting pits and blood feasts – even after the enemy has quit the field. Likewise, her eye for strategy is corrupting, and any war council influenced by her will start eyeing possibilities that were previously morally wrong or treasonous.

Dominating Trait: War

Background:
Born to at least one human parent (or so the rumours say) in a region known then as Esria, Lyria quickly excelled in a martial career, rocketing her through the unprepared noblemen’s system. Though many throughout the years have expressed fear, disturbance and anguish caused by the woman, few rise to challenge her presence and continued climb wherever she goes.

For Esria, it first meant unparalelled success as the scion of war expanded their territory in every direction, subjugated folk wherever she went. The soldiers loved her, the coffers were full, the people saw luxuries unimaged. Then began the infighting, the pillaging, the unabashed slaughter of any who clung to a banner. A collective madness fell over the rich land, and what was a glorious union quickly fell into squabbling factions while the blood-crazed soldiers of the state turned on their superiors, their friends, and anyone else who was unfortunate enough to remain. When Esria turned to ash, the Scion of War had already moved on, with new campaigns and conquests on the horizon.

For centuries now, she has been a force as the tide or the wind. Powerful kings, devils, or simply just people of ’great’ character see her in the service for a time, as a mercenary queen, a general, or simply a powerful bodyguard. Most devils are loathe to keep her around for long, both because of her appearance and her endless animosity towards her own kind. She simply will not stop looking for reasons to fight someone, and most find the threat of rebellion, madness and death too great a price to keep her around for long. Those that benefit from her services find themselves victorious more often than not in whatever conflicts they were embroiled in, but are also left forever changed by the experience, whether that is brutality, loss of manpower, or dread.

Not so for Morelion. In rumour among the courts it is said he invited the Scion of War to his abode and bested her in single combat, earning her loyalty on a tenuous leash. Others yet say that he is paying her in some inscrutable way, with a payment that is as horrifying as it is hard to discern. Everything from eternal war to blood ritual bindings has been spoken of. Even still, some discerning devils note that ever since Lyria first associated with the the pale devil-lord, her assaults on the civilized worlds have petered off into surgical raids and disciplined drills, as civilized as devils can be. A call has gone out far and wide for hopeful battlemasters to join the greatest horde that will ever be. Of course, Lyria would not call her army anything else. But it appears that the Devil-Lord has managed to somehow leash the unruly warrior. Why, and how long, remain to be seen.

Name:
Abaddon Sternwanderer
Nicknames / Titles / Alias's:
Abaddon sometimes also makes himself known as Stargazer, in his second form he prefers Azra and was nicknamed Demon Child
Age:
At least 300 years
Gender:
Male or Female, sometimes none

Appearance:
Abaddon is a potent shapeshifter. He is able to effortlessly turn into many kind of beings - although incorporation of people is something he avoids at court. He still has two preferred forms, rumored to both be equally true.
One is the one best known at court and connected to his name. Abaddon is a slender male with an athletic build. At 6'6 he has a nice view over most heads. His skin has the colour of obsidian, countered with white tattoos on his left arm and back showing geometric symbols, as well as chosen magic circles and symbols. Some of them are usually covered by the light blue hair which freely falls to his back. His ears are slightly pointy, showing under his hair, and pierced with silver earrings. The most demonic feature aside from his skin colour are the small white horns at the side of his head. He is able to generate a pair of impressive wings, apparently out of dark smoke, but keeps this for situations in which he needs a more impressive appearance or the ability to fly.
His clothing style is rather varied, but extravagant. For fighting he owns a very artistic armour held in silver and pale blue, as well as two slender swords scattered with magical runes. At court he can be seen wearing robes, but it is more likely to see him wearing a set of more or less revealing clothes in cold colours, embroidered with silver, often combined with a slightly transparent veil on his head which covers his hair, shoulders and part of his back.
Most of the time he features a slightly patronizing but primarily disinterested gaze.



The other form is very different and mostly appears misplaced in the realm of devils. Azra has the form of a girl, no older than 14 years and only 4'8 tall. She has long, dark hair always falling slightly into her face and beautiful brown eyes with speckles of green. She always seems to be curious about her surroundings and can often be seen smiling and tinkering with something. Her style is less extravagant. Most of the time she wears a green dress with embroidered vines at the seams, accompanied by a golden necklace holding a black, shimmering stone and some belt with many small bags.



Height:
6'6 / 4'8
Weight:
180 lbs / 87 lbs
Build:
Athletic / slight

Personality:
Abaddon and Azra not only differ in their style, but also in their personality. Both are sides of the same coin and know any thought, feeling or experience. Both are effectively the same person and in the big picture they will behave alike - a plan once made will be kept. If you annoy them it does not matter in which form you will meet next. And still both tend to exhibit a set of specific behaviours.
The biggest commonalities are loyalty to Morelion and Shadowshaw and a very heightened interest to mess with mortals. It just differences how they do it.

Abaddon is calculating and calm. He is a great listener and not to bad of a tactician. He likes to plan things, calculate movements, form bonds, break them. He is very, very well versed in creating intrigues and openly uses his shape shifting and other magical abilities to do so. He mostly keeps his "art" to rival cities or the realm of mortals, as he is well aware what kind of uproar his work could have. In talks he seems to be keeping himself distanced from others, something that only slowly fades over time and never fully leaves. He prefers to study, may it be books or the stars and likes music, his chosen instrument being a beautiful silver harp.
If one should really happen to force him into a fight or a demonstration of power, he prefers his reaction to be swift, but not deadly. When enough pain or humiliation has been dealt he will revert into being distanced.

His other side, Anza, is not as easily dealt with. Her completely humanlike and young appearance has lead many to the misconception that she is easy to handle and can be messed with. Anza is wilder and fed up very fast and many have learned that her wrath can be horrible. Where Abaddon is precise and efficient, she is cruel and knows all to well how to use magic and shape shifting to agonize her victim.
In general she is more emotional than Abaddon. She is curious, she laughs and questions and will just follow her intuition. She will fall into heated arguments, but she can also show deep affection for art or even a person. While she is able to plot something she mostly prefers more direct approaches. Anza has a good grab on the emotions of others and is very able to manipulate people, sending them into burning rage, cold hate or longing, possessive affection. She also attempts to avoid this in Shadowshaw - but being more impulsive these attempts are not always fruitful.

Specialty: Corruption, shapeshifting and magic.
Abaddon has the ability and finds joy in corrupting mortals into killing each other. But it is not war or fanaticism he is after. It is the act of killing another human being for the sake of its death. The ways to this goal are very different. Shifting into a more harmless shape belongs to them, the way after this is changing. On the one side there are all the planned murders, all the fully reasoned killings either for one's own enrichment, safety or any higher cause. Those will be created, instructed like a screen play, leaving the right notes and encounters leading up to the final - death. Sometimes death of many people.
On the other hand there are the emotional causes. Wanting someone dead because of love, hate, jealousy or humilation. They are handled differently, shifting into the form of connected people and reinforcing the already simmering feeling until it boils over and ends in blood and tears.

Both kind of corruptions are something Abaddon (and Azra) are good at. In the form of Azra another ability is present: She can manifest a stream of tortured souls and physically corrupt a mortal being by letting one sink into them. It works eerily well, but not on devils and their kind.

To be able to defend around devils both wield powerful magic, albeit in different ways according to their more typical traits. Abaddon has further specialised in foresight, mostly through the stars and for his own amusements. Azra practices a little bit of alchimy for the same reasons.

Dominating Sin: Murder

Background:
No one really knows if Abaddon and Azra are two entities sharing one body, or if the rupture is just the violent manifestation of the oposing aspects of their chosen sin.
Abaddon claims to have lived under humans for a while. He is said to have overthrown one monarch and one whole regime in his few years there, an be responsible for many smaller, bloodier murders. It is hard to prove, but at least his claims concerning the regime seem plausible and shine light on the reason for the genocide connected with the fall.
After that he decided to go back to his kind. For a while he was a leaf in the wind and different lords know to tell of him or Azra staying in their lands. More often than not his stay was accompanied by upsparking feuds. Abaddon made sure that nobody could track these incidents back to him, but he liked to see the chaos his words could cause. He never interfered with anybody he felt was belonging into his position, but often gave the ones who already felt their lord was not meant to be ruling a final push.
His last station was of a different kind. A towering city, formed from just iron and stone with brute force, full of beasts and fighters, reigned by a lord lead by nothing but cruelty for cruelty's sake, preparing for a huge war against the neighbor who wronged him. Abaddon stayed. No, actually Azra stayed. The detailed diplomatic planning, the intrigues had tired her out. This did not. Bloodshed was coming and Azra was looking forward to it. The day of the war came. The first march to the next city came and there they met their contestants. Weeks of war ensued, moving the front line back and forth. Weeks of fear on both sides. Weeks in which Azra could live up to her full potential - on both sides. Stressed minds are easy to corrupt into very questionable doings.

But in the end the war ended. Abaddon left, even before the troups returned home. It was an impressive experience, but it had shown one thing: He needed a place where he could fully be himself. And that included that Azra needed to be at home there. After some searching they reached Shadowshaw. Abaddon went to the court and offered Morelion his abilities as a magician. He was allowed to stay. For the first time in years, maybe even hundreds of years, Abaddon had found a place where he liked to be while Azra was happy as well. It was impossible to say why, but it sparked a burning loyality to keep this city flourishing.

Name: Lexus Dominiel
Nicknames / Titles / Alias's: High Inquisitor
Age: 777
Gender: Male

Height: 6'6"
Weight: 30 lbs
Build: A skeleton.
Appearance:
Personality:
Specialty:
Dominating Trait/Sin: Fanaticism

Background:

People have called Drika many things over the years; evil, cruel, cold, and psychotic. But in reality, all those people were so far from the truth. Dirka has always hid who she was behind a maniacal and crazed mask of lies. She does this for fear of how people would treat the soft-spoken, kind-hearted, intelligent, wise and honorable woman that doesn't belong where she's at. She believes that survival should be at the front of her mind, not being true to herself.

Dirka prefers not to fight, rather making deals or favors. If that doesn't work, she'd have one of her abominable war-machines do it for her. To say she's harmless however would be stupid. She knows a great many spells and is well trained in the use of a scimitar. Her preferred tactic is to raise up on her spider legs and confuse her target while stabbing and slashing at weaknesses points to kill them as quickly as possible.



Dirka was born in Morelion's domain, with her mother and her uncle, Derdge. Her mother was head of the Carteson Guild, a guild for devil merchants and Craftsman sell their wares and assist in business ventures. Many of the members were greedy, except her mother and uncle. Her father had died long before she was born, so she only had them. Her mother was worried about her daughter's good-hearted nature, so she and Derdge taught her how to act as evil and cruel as possible. Dirka originally thought it a game, but when she acted innocent around a lower guild member, he grinned and found a blackmail opportunity. He grabbed Dirka when no one was looking and blackmailed her mother that he'd show her weakness if she didn't step down. In response, his head was removed in front of Dirka by Derdge, who immediately picked her up and warned her: "Crawler, deary...'Member 'dis moment. 'Dat's what happens when ya' don't act like 'da bad guy. So from no on, pretend you ain't you. Don't worre', you ain't in trouble."
After that, Dirka spent as much time around her mother and Derdge as possible. Her mother taught her much about business, and how dark magic always sweetened the deal. While with Derdge, she learned metalwork and how metal could be used for many things other than just weapons. But when ever he could, he would take her to the markets and help her practice being a opportunist in public, but a survivalist in private.
This lasted for about 200 years, before a small border dispute occurred between Morelion and another devil's domain. They being in a town rather close to the border, did not escape it's carnage. Dirka was taken and enslaved by a Noble of the other devil's domain, and she never saw her family for 121 years. While enslaved, Dirka was whipped several times by her master, each time being because she disobeyed. It was the first time she learned to truly hate. One night, when both were alone, he drunkenly ordered her to remove her clothes. She didn't, so he attempted to strike her. Instead, she impaled his arm with one of her spider legs, and he screamed in agony. She quickly ripped out his wind-pipe with her claws, and he went silent, but still held on to life. She tackled him and proceeded to rip him apart, slowly and painful.
When she was done, the room was red. All that remained of her former master was bones, blood, and torn fabric. She looked at her hands in disgust. She quickly wiped herself off and silently left the nobles home. After a few weeks of travel, she got back to her home city. It was rebuilt, but not as Grand as before. She quickly learned that the Carteson Guild moved closer to the capital, but still had a member there. She found this member who turned out to be her uncle. She found him hammering away on a sword, and noticed one of his horns were broken, his once dark hair was gray, and his massive bulk was now dangerously thin. He didn't stop till she greeted him with the sweetest voice he could. He immediately dropped the hammer and looked behind him. "...Crawler?..." He looked at her in awe. He was blind in one eye and the once mottled brown and orange skin was scarred. She immediately hugged him and cried. He simply held her and patted her head.
Once she got resettled, she became Dredge's Clerk and learned her mother had died in the raid. He never had the knack for business her mother had, and she clearly inherited it. After a year of her recovering, she started helping him get back in shape. She and Dredge sparred every day for two years there afterwards, and she maintained his health. He was old, but she got him to where he could do all he could and more. She had in the meantime re-established herself as a member of the Carteson guild, with her Uncle's help. After buying and establishing her own trading company and buying out the leader of the Carteson guild, she gained her mother's spot. She had everything she wanted, till she got an interesting invitation from Morelion himself.
In the audience, Morelion had claimed to have heard her tale and commended her for her prowess and ambition. She pretended to be prideful, but secretly she was filled with thoughts that this wouldn't go well. But he surprised her. He asked her to be an adviser of industry and economy. She was confused and baffled, and she was so stunned by the request that she fainted. When she came to, she blurted out yes, thus intertwining her fate with his.
She immediately regretted it.

Name: Moggoroth Morralis
Nicknames/Titles/Alias': Edeul Morralis/Horseman/The Living Sin
Age: 800
Gender: Male (can change genders when tempting or toying with mortals)
Height: 6'
Weight:210
Build: Muscular
Appearance: Moggoroth keeps the appearance of a dark elf most of the time with two distinct rings on his right hand with two ancient symbols on them. The ring he has on his index finger bears the symbol of horseman, and the one on his ring finger bears the symbol of sin. He keeps his elven form all the time unless he is in battle or tormenting the mind of a mortal. It is said that he was the one that current pictures of devils and demons are based off of.


Personality: Moggoroth denies that devils were once angels. He argues he has memories of when he was mortal, but doesn't have any concrete proof that says its true. He states that all devils are complete opposites of the celestial race, and that they had to have been born into this world by devils or created once a soul is too heavily corrupted to be pardoned of the sins they have committed. Moggoroth is highly intelligent, philosopher, manipulative, cunning, and can spin lies that have caused wars not just in the mortal realm but amongst his own kind. When confronted by hostility Moggoroth is able to turn it towards another person or devil with his cunning and serpent like tongue..

Specialty: Magic, Subterfuge, Mendacious, and Diplomacy/Politics. Moggoroth has the ability to bring forth calamity in the form of war, pestilence, famine, and death to the world. Let it be by spinning lies or manipulating high authority figures to cause most of the damage for him. Moggoroth has the ability to enter a persons mind and control them by the desires for the cardinal sins or by spinning a web of lies that's near impossible to see through. He makes it his goal to seek out high authority figures or holy men, and cause them to fall from grace and spin webs a deceit amongst their followers. Moggoroth has learned over the years many magic spells and incantations, but mostly specialized in fire, shadow manipulation, and lightning. Due to his age and how long he spends in his study. He has many more powers in the magical arts.
Dominating Trait/Sin: Wrath/Vindictive

Background: Moggoroth has been the cause of multiple wars and massacres in both mortal and devil realms. Every time he is confronted about causing one amongst devils. He bends the truth so well that it causes conflict among other houses, and removes all the tension focused on his house. After the first war broke out among his house and the devil house of Gramour. Moggoroth spent a large amount of time experimenting on his most loyal subjects to create the ultimate soldiers. Then 10 devils with a trait given by the sin they specialized in. These 10 soldiers became known as the 10 commandments and Moggoroths Generals. He spends most of his days in his castle's study trying new magic formulas, and experimenting on all the races of the world to create stronger soldiers in not only his army but Devil Lord Morelion's army as well.

It was many years ago that Moggoroth started following Morelion. He was drawn to the power and the way he saw the world around him. He has been the most loyal General and oldest adviser in his court. Moggoroth has proven to Morelion and his advisers time and time again that he is more than capable at any task sent his way, and executing his lords will as wished before given an order.

Name: Livia

Nicknames / Titles / Alias's: [Title] Court Herald, [Mockery]The-Star-In-Chains, Slavelight, Broken-sun

Age: Unknown, 125 in her current incarnation

Gender: Currently female

Height: 5’ 11”

Weight: Varies. Usually maintains a weight/density of 600lbs. Can crack granite with a hard strike of her heel.

Build: Lithe

Appearance: Her body is a constant crackling inferno. The outline of a body can be discerned underneath the constantly burning flames surrounding her, but it’s as constant as a burning log in any fire. You can stare at her for hours and not see any change in her appearance, but look away for a few minutes and look back to find parts of her have smouldered and burned away. Then look away again only to find she has rebuilt her dying embers and flares anew.

Miscellaneous Appearance Notes: The Brokensun constantly tries to maintain an appearance of calm, trying to live a role of decorum and protocol. When truly angered or allowed to unleash her full fury on the orders of her master, the burning light she emits is enough to permanently blind any mortal and many magical entities. It tires her considerably.

Personality: Livia lives by the code of the court. It is all she can cling on to at this point and still feel whole. She is precise. She is exacting. She accepts no excuses. Any supplicant wishing to approach her masters court and present a petition or grievance must observe all protocol or earn Livia’s ire. To the nameless subjects that live in her masters realm, she obliterates. To visiting dignitaries that are politically immune, she records their transgressions for future punishment.

Specialty: Politics. Court Procedure. Public executions.

Dominating Trait/Sin: Fury. Duty. Every slight against her or her master makes her burn with resentment and rage. Duty keeps it all in check until she is allowed to release it as her master wishes. If the fury is left building for too long… explosive behaviour may be inevitable…

Background:

Livia was a Living Star. The Light of the Morning. Her searing light had burned demons into nothingness in the forgotten wars of history. Livia had enjoyed the burning and did not want to stop, even when commanded. She had burned for a purpose and now she burned for herself.

Livia was incandescent. Livia founded one of the great devil cities. Livia was admired and loved and respected by all.

Livia was betrayed.

Livia was a being that reincarnated every few hundred years, always powerful. She’d been female, male and anything in-between, but always powerful. She’d ruled the devil city of Starfall since recorded history. Or, at least, the recorded history that most people were allowed to know.

Livia was powerful. Everyone knew. Livia was respected. Everyone knew. Livia ruled the greatest city of all devil-kind. Livia was vulnerable. Only her closest advisors knew.

When Livia went through one of her semi-millennial reincarnations, when she would burn into an incandescent light that seared into her a new personality but with all the old cruelty, ambition and objectives, she was betrayed. Her flaming rebirth was doused. Her traitor-advisors and false-friends employed great magics to prevent the Living Star from completing her reincarnation.

She was left crippled. Half a star. Left to seek refuge in the court of Morelion. Treated as an honoured guest.

She’d waited the long decades and centuries until her next reincarnation cycle when she could complete it successfully and regain her full might and power and burn out the sight of those that had betrayed her.

But she didn’t regain her power. She was even weaker than before. A shadow of a shadow of her former self. Her former friends-turned-enemies drew closer. Morelion had been happy to host an equal as a guest and offer his protection, but Livia was clearly no longer that. The only protection Morelion would now offer was that of an owner protecting his property. With a smouldering fury, Livia submitted as a slave to Morelion to preserve her existence.

She lives at his mercy, now deathly protective of his honor, if only because any slight to him is magnified on her a thousand-fold.

She will break her chains. She will gain her throne again. She will burn incandescent.

But for now, she serves.

Name: Alrozan

Titles/Alias The Harbinger of Death, Destruction Incarnate. Bloodthirster

Age: 648

Gender: Male

Height: 10’4”

Weight: 412 lbs

Build: Heavily Muscular

Appearance:
First and foremost on his monstrous appearance would perhaps be his facial features, which would namely be the lack of them except for the massive mouth along a rounded skull, as well as two upwards pointing horns that protrude from the side of his head. His chest is covered by a heavily armored carapace that also flows down to his tail, which ends in a sharp point much like a blade. Alrozan’s arms are exceptionally large, not only in muscle, but go past his knees and end in claws.

Personality:
Alrozan is a character who revels in the destruction of his enemies and the ceaseless plunder of any riches that would be hidden behind the walls of a castle. He is one who will crush a man’s skull without reason other than he uttered a singular word when he was not supposed to. However, despite his outwardly hostile disposition, he can be surprisingly tame and professional when in the comforts of his own home. That makes his rage something that he controls, and in the presence of his equals and his lord, he will gladly put on a jovial appearance and make merry. This fact means that respect is something that he holds for those capable of earning it, namely the other lords or ladies of the realm, as well as great warriors and heroes.

He is one who follows the code of being a good host and an excellent guest, despite being a being born and forged in the depths of war. That said, he cares not for strategy and is not one to employ anything other than a ruthless charge and brutal carnage when it would otherwise be for the best. Alrozan is one known to never leave a city unrazed when he is unleashed and everything between him and his target is but fare spoils of war.

Specialty:
Combat and Pillaging

Alrozan is, perhaps, one of the fiercest warriors in the realm and that is his focus, to charge forward with nothing but brutality in hand and a desire to kill. However, what make him a successful warrior is through sheer strength and unending ability to carry out a fight. While he is no commander nor a tactician of any form, he is an excellent choice when something needs to be utterly destroyed, like a rebellion or a fortress that would otherwise never fall. No fortress has stood against for long, and any fortress that has met his ire has had its bricks laid upon the ground as dust and ash.

He will rip and tear until it is done.

Dominating Trait/Sin: Destruction

Background:

Alrozan’s time before Morelion’s employment is one, of course, one paved in an endless cycle of war and destruction and his reputation had been founded as the Harbinger of Death before Morelion. Perhaps one of his first known achievement would be the time in which he had gone on a spree of conquest against the mortal kind of dwarf, man, and elves. Him and his legion laid waste to many towns and fortresses alike, however, in the Battle of Fisuc’s Pass, his legion was routed against the walls of the dwarven fortress there when a combined force, lead by the dwarven king, Nodgrun Fisuc, pierced through the rear of his army and slaughtered enough to cause a total collapse in the already disorganized ranks. Alrozan would have stayed and died if not for the behest of his generals.

It was a humiliating defeat and perhaps the only fortress to ever stand against Alrozan as he retreated back to the home of the devils in the Dragon’s Teeth. Yet, that shattered retreat had cost him all of his ill-gotten gains and almost shook his status as a Lord of his realm. There had been much deliberation between him and his kinsmen on whether or not to bend the knee to relinquish the throne. However, his own general, the same who begged him to retreat, rallied Alrozan’s court against him before they forced him out. It was a long and bloody battle where Alrozan was forced to flee his home and status as a Lord over his peers.

That led him to the employment of Morelion, to whom he pledged his loyalty for the time, though it was clear his intent was to retake his rightful place. It is said that Alrozan sees the Devil-Lord as little more than a means to take back what was lost, including the ill-gotten gains that he had lost many years ago. However, it is clear that he wishes to serve Morelion as well as he can, and he has proven to destroy those who would wish those to do ill to his lord. Alrozan’s reputation is in the hands of Morelion, and Alrozan knows to keep his master happy for the time being.