Character Information
- Character Name
- Erzod Grimgaze
- Class
- Warlock
- Talent Specialization
- Affliction
- Race
- Orc
- Sex
- Male
- Age
- Unknown
- Character History
As a nomad of the Badlands, Erzod had seen much. Often taking refuge in crude cliff-side holes, or the burnt-out husks of the countless dwellings, long relinquished to the wastes, he lived alone. The kind of isolation that could breed madness in any mind.
But these whispers were not of insanity.
Long he toiled, teaching himself the true natures of things. The nature of the petal. Of the root. Of man. All things more useful when destroyed. Broken into their basest parts. Parts that, when combined with the basic parts of other things, became more.
Erzod had found the key. And still the shadows whispered.
He coughs. Blood. He wipes it on his cloak. He waits for the pain in his chest to subside. In his sleep, he swallows a tooth.
The hut reeks of abrasives and mold. He leaves everything behind. They say he doesn't need anything. He pushes the tattered flap aside and exits the hut. Silt fills his lungs, and he steps out into the sun. That night, Erzod dreams of dying.
He wanders for weeks. He eats hyenas and kobolds. He drinks mud. At night, he is kept awake by his own rasping breath. The whispers become voices. Ever louder. Ever more alluring. He begins to see them in the shadows. And then one day, he finds a book.
From this book, Erzod learns. The cacophony of voices become clear. One serene voice above the din. A voice as black as pitch. He reaches out to that voice, and grabs it by the throat.
Erzod Grimgaze feels fire in his blood, and he grins.
The cave reeks of brimstone and dead things. He leaves everything behind. They say he doesn't need anything. He digs a hole with his hands. It is his home. That night, Erzod dreams of teeth.
History
- Member for
- 42 weeks 6 days