Matthazar

Matthazar is a name that in some circles, is equal to that of insanity given physical form, wrapped in negative energy, and then choking to death on a herms cock. That was indeed, a bit of a problem, while he was still alive at any rate.

Born to a rather, simple community, one that abhorred the arts of magic, Matthew Brightwool, the eldest son of a prominent local Shepard, was drawn at a young age into the tales of the dark and unholy arts. Until at last, he found a tomb in the hills, while looking for a lamb. In it, he found the means that he might gather power to himself, and forbidden ancient knowledge. No more then a year later, he faked his death at the age of fifteen, and vanished into the tomb.

Inside, he learned, his body twisting and altering, gathering in necromantic energies, as he adapted, both to the lore, and to his new home. Still, while it had gone without incident for the most part, when a pair of dragonesses entered the tomb, looking for a resting place, he was met with a choice. Service them, or be a meal. And from that night, came his.... interest in herms.

Still, he is a potent mystic, able to bring many necromantic arts to bear against those that earn his ire, but can heal as well. He is Matthazar, once master of the Barrows of Kal'dor-ak, now trying to find his way home from the nexus.



Gear for an expedition; Tome of Necromatic Lore (A book made from the skin of sentient creatures, written in blood, and bound with sinew taken from the living), Thin Pallet, Backpack, Ritual Dagger (Obsidian infused with negative energy), Black Leather pants, Black Leather Books, Dark Armwraps (Arms and Hands), Talisman of the Dark Below (Gives Wearer two instances of the Darkvision Mutation), Ring of the Practical Apprentice (Can use Mending and Prestidigitation at caster level 1 at will).