Hazraël

## Overview

Hazraël *[a.k.a Haz, Hazri, Big H]* is a human mage who specializes in psionics. They currently live in a forest just outside of Schlallas Valley.

## Background

Hazrael was born in a small Tiran village on the coast of the Olgani sea. They lived in this village with other humans until the age of 4 when a plague hit the village. As is Tiran custom, the village was raised in order to cleanse and control the contamination. Hazrael, being a child, was very susceptible to the plague and thus, died. There’s no rest for the wicked though because Mara took pity on the small child and gave them a second life. Haz was still left in a burnt village with no one though, and 4 year olds are not incredibly durable. Luckily for them though, a troop of wood dwarves were meandering through the forest when they came across the ruins. Dwarves being dwarves, took the child in and brought Haz back to their burrow. The dwarves deliberated and attempted to find another human village in the area, but were unsuccessful. Humanity had been shrinking for some time and the dwarves felt it in that moment. With humans being far off and hard to come by, the dwarves elected to raise Hazrael as one of their own.

Hazrael’s life with the wood dwarves went smoothly all things considered, but definitely strangely. Dwarves are wise in the fields of craft and mining, but humans were ont in their wheelhouse, and human children weren’t even in any of their other houses. Hazrael being human wasn’t able to digest rocks and dirt, and so the dwarves had to divert their worms, bugs, and venison to the human. Many aspects of dwarven life are difficult for humans, but regardless Hazrael was happy and they had a new, much larger, but physically smaller, family. The dwarves eventually named them, Hazri.

Throughout their time living with the dwarves, Hazrael’s primary influence was the librarian, Fefri. Fefri was skilled in dwarven druidic magic, but also more uniquely, broader magic used by other species. Months would go by where Hazrael would ask Fefri to teach them magic, and eventually Fefri agreed. Fefri knew that humans aren’t as able to tap into the earth’s magic, so Fefri decided to teach Hazri more human forms of magic. Hazrael would learn and memorise spells, and then utilise those spells when working with and helping the dwarves. Apart from magic, Hazri and Fefri developed a close bond, and Fefri even taught Hazrael some Hellic, a language that was commonly used by human mages in texts and rituals.

Hazrael would continue their magical studies, and their life would be significantly altered around age 16 when they stumbled upon the Oneiron, an artefact created centuries prior by a powerful psionic mage named, Gilbert. One autumn day, while on a hunt for deer, Hazrael fell into a ravine. They survived but had no real way to escape. They knew it would be a while before the other dwarves realised they were gone, and so they cast a lantern spell, and meandered through the chasm. While trekking, they found stones that didn’t seem like natural formations. Large columns and patterns etched into the rock suggested interference. Eventually Hazri located a crack in the barrier and saw a soft glow emanating from the other side. Overcome with curiosity Hazrael decided to try and break down the wall. It was a thin stone that already had a crack in it after all. After dozens of lunges and smashes into the barrier it finally came crumbling down. Haz now had a good look at what had demanded their attention. The small room was dingy and covered in moss with books strewn around seemingly at random. In the centre was a cracked but still standing stone podium with a glowing, accordion. A book supported the accordion just underneath. The book was titled “The Oneiron Accordion”.

Several confusing minutes passed before Hazrael heard dwarven voices. Curiosity still drove the human and so they took the book and the accordion. Later at the burrow Hazrael investigated the accordion and read the book. The book was written by a mage named Gilbert, who spent 250 pages comparing himself to his colleagues and making accordion puns. The book chronicled the studies, tests, and research of Gilbert as he tried to turn his accordion into a “dreamscape”. The final chapter stated that he believed his next experiment would be successful in turning his accordion into a separate realm based around his dreams. There was no follow up, and there were dozens of more pages left blank in the book.