Vitrizkraan

## Biographical Information

### Cause of Death

Transformation into Dracolich (original death, date unknown)Cleaved in two by Fonteyne Howell (bodily destruction, 7 WD Gantul-Whiterose)

Multiple Deaths as Adult Black, Bronze and Green Dragons, also as a Dragon Turtle (9 WD, Halla-Highreign)

## Physical Information

### Race

Dragon (Black) - FormerDracolich - Present

### Age

Ancient

Vitrizkraan, also known as the Sable Prince and the Shadow of the End is an ancient black dragon that was transformed into a dracolich by means currently unknown.

One body of Vitrizkraan, assumed to be his original one, was destroyed by Fonteyne Howell at the Guild of the Lilac Vine.

Four more bodies of Vitrizkraan were destroyed at his lair in Gambler's Bait, as well as his phylactery.

## History

One of the dragons of the Creed of Kaleios, Vitrizkraan was bestowed the title of the Sable Prince as part of his service to the Undying Queen. However, at some point Vitrizkraan fractured away from the forefront of the Creed, focusing on other ambitions. During this time, he was transformed into a Dracolich, taking up occupancy beneath the Guild of the Lilac Vine. The dragon made frequent trips to the isle of Morass over the years, as noted by sailors of the Hollow Concord.

Despite this, neither the mass of his acquired horde nor his phylactery were found upon the island that he made his home.

Vitrizkraan has been known to make pacts to would-be warlocks, often using his title as the Sable Prince in such dealings, as demonstrated with his pact with Fenric Gollo and Baz Il-Durn.

## Description

*"Deep-socketed eyes rest empty and soulless against a broad and horned nasal flare twisted into the shape of writhing skull. Unhinged and held in place by fragments of dark flesh stretched thin against exposed bone of obsidian and slate. Fetid strips of fascia hang loose against gaunt wings long dead, a necromantic aura holding the bones of this once black dragon in putrid horror."*

## Phylactery

Through use of divination magics, it was determined that VItrizkraan's phylactery was hidden somewhere within the mires of Gambler's Bait, a series of particularly foul quags in the centre of the isle of Morass. An adventuring party seeking out the phylactery eventually found a vast underwater cavern filled with Vitrizkraan's hoard, alongside several replicas of fell artifacts mounted atop Bastions of Binding - necromancy-infused constructs capable of draining life from the living and revitalising Vitrizkraan. In addition, the skeletal remains of adult green, bronze and black dragons, as well as a dragon turtle served as bodies easily useable, and each in turn were destroyed during the hunt for the phylactery.

With guidance from the Wellspring Mare, Bren was able to determine that the replicas of Ossium, the Sphere of Reconciliation, Talisman of Ichor and Lantern of Torment were not the phylactery, nor the Bastion of Bindings themselves. Instead, it appeared that a coin within the hoard had been used, and through clever use of antimagic field and divine sense to overcome the *Nystul's Magic Aura* shielding it, the coin was destroyed using the Shadowsword. Before this time however, the soul of VItrizkraan fled the lair, and it remains uncertain whether it found another suitable body in the time taken to identify the appropriate coin.

## Worship

Written by the Kobold Wyrmpriest Gukru Gloombone in reverence and praise of Vitrizkraan (translated and rearranged for sake of legibility):

*"...and that is the truth of Vitrizkraan's departure, for the Undying Queen reviles even those that look unto her as patron and deity alike. Should the day come when her dominion upon this Prime Material Plane is realised, then it will be those that fall to their knees in fealty that are the first to be consumed. This is the teaching of Vitrizkraan, and in so is echoed in our creed. Suffer not the misguided and vain to live, whichever side they may fall, for in the end victory will come to those that persevere, those that endure. It was for this sake that the Shadow of the End bound his soul into undeath, so that his shadow might never find its own end. The ritual, indagated by the fell mage of lilac, yielded what the Sable Prince sought and more, and so he will indeed persist, for not even the shattering of bone and scale at the touch of death and mortality may stand against him now..."*

*"...trophies aplenty rest alongside, finding a place alongside soul, though hidden out of the reach of all. All those that submit to chance are cleaved in twain, punished for their folly. When one stakes their life on a chance for victory, they must not weep when the black comes for them. The odds were never straight, never tilted in their favour. See the panic settle into their eyes as they realise what now comes, their flesh pimpled as the darkness looms overhead. Others have pledged themselves in his name, vessels when hindrances rise from the quag. We are his servants, for we are mere hierodules in awed reverence..."*

*"...for that is what the Sable Prince delights in, knowing that his once-kin would seek to do the same to him in return. Rend with teeth, tear with claw, crush with wing and shatter with tail. Shimmering and variegated of scale alike, make no distinction, for they all are without the means to endure. They must be proved of their falsehoods, their misplaced trust. As they lay smouldering, flesh now acetic sundered, take what they have placed value in, ceasing it for yourself..."*