Mazdarian Pyralspite

Maz Pyralspite

### Appearance

Mazdariandarian is a Human with white skin, blue eyes, and blonde hair. Conroy is able to adjust his appearance to make him a few inches taller, with brown hair and darker eyes, which is enough to make him look like a different person.

Mazdariandarian stands at 5'10" tall, and weighes 180 lbs. He wears a small bracer on one wrist, the projects a small forcefield-like shield, in addition to a ruby ring that belonged to Laborious Suleiman, and a neckless belonging to his father.

## Backstory

Other than knowing it was the name of his birth town, Rotorwall, Mazdarian remembers very little of his early years, other than playing with his parents and brother and the very simplistic lifestyle. His next memory is the great walls of flame surrounding him. Mazdarian had awoken, not in his usual straw lined bed, but seemingly on the floor in the main room of the house; not that there was much left to recognise it. All Mazdarian remembers is the charred remains of his families belongings and the never ending flames, and a vision of fire with a silhouette that stood infront of him and said “You’re not the one, you don’t have the power”, before turning and moving through the wall of fire. The only stories left of the destruction of Rotorwall were that of an incompetant blacksmith that lead to the destruction of a village that now only has a charred mark on the ground where it stood.

After losing, his home, family and village at the age of six, Mazdarian was left with nothing, save a tattered old necklace that belonged to his father. Moved to an orphanage just on the outskirts of the great wizard city of Galdrin, Mazdarian got to experience the segregation of the classes and oppression of those without title and money firsthand, as he was given only looks of disgust from those travelling to and from the city, and the harsh city guard that acted as if they had a birthright to terrorise those with no way to defend themselves. The city of Galdrin, ruled over by the Wizard Heirarchy, boasted great wealth and excelled in arcana. Meanwhile, the rest of the province of Galdria lived modest working class farming lives.

Mazdarian knew from a young age that magic in Galdria is considered a gift that only the high class should be allowed, with learnt wizardry taught to the fortunate and kept back from those of working class. However they cannot stop those with innate magical abilites from doing magic. This had lead to a persecution of individuals with innate magic across the province of Galdria. Those with innate magic are taken to the city to be “trained”, and then never heard from again, or if they are lucky they are hunted down as “evil beings” and killed. Therefore, Mazdarian took precaution in using the abilities he discovered as he came of age, but that didn’t stop him using the little power he was given in the world to bring forth his own form of justice to those that considered him and the others around him a blight on the world. When he was out of sight Mazdarian would use his magic to cause issues for travellers, gusts of wind would ruin their hair, issues with cargo causing items to “go missing”.

Whilst still only twelve years old, he was able to keep this gift secret from almost anyone, with the exception of one traveller. Laborious Suleiman, a man who was well into his 80s, travelling from another boring expedition to look at some fancy rock people thought was magical (but anyone with half a braincell could tell you that just because it is shiny doesn’t mean it’s magical…). However, Laborious' interest was peaked upon detecting an incredibly small flicker of magic coming from the other side of the cart he was in, that had just stopped for the security checks before entering Galdrin. Laborious Suleiman got down from the cart, carefully as his old body would allow, and moved towards the magic. Upon turning the corner he watched as a guards lunch box was being dragged along the ground by the very familiar sight of a mage hand, following the trajectory he saw a boy, fairly unkempt, but with wide eyes and a smirk beckoning the hand towards him. The main thing that stood out was that their was no book anywhere near this boy. Using the opportunity he took a book from his satchel and moved towards the boy, being sure not to attract his attention.

“Did you drop this young man?” he asked, holding the book towards him.

“You think someones gonna of teached an orphan like me reading” quipped Mazdarian in return. With this Laborious confirmed what he already knew, this child was a sorcerer.

“My mistake, enjoy your lunch” smiled Laborious as Mazdarian’s eyes grew wide.

Returning to the orphanage, Mazdarian could only think of the elderly man that was about as Wizard-like as a man could be, had seen him do magic. Mazdarian wonder if he knew what he was, and if he should he flee. A thousand questions filled his head as he feared that the Wizard Heirarchy would come for him, but a month or so passed and Mazdarian had grown more relaxed about the situation, but still took extra care in using his abilities from then on. That relaxation didn’t last much longer, as one day he entered the main room of the orphanage and saw the white haired old man sat before him. Mazdarian, fearing he was to be taken away, stood in silence. However the news that followed came as a surprise, apparently he was there to adopt Mazdarian, as he required help in his age, and had taken to a liking to him from when Mazdarian had supposedly helped him with his bag. An obviously faked story, and Mazdarian assumed that this was to allow them to take him to be disposed of as an innate. As he was collecting his things the other orphans stared daggers into his back, assumiong he was chosen to be one of ‘them’; a denizen of the city that did nothing but make life harder for those outside its walls. He resigned himself to his fate, but decided to not go out without a fight. Climbing into the cart, Mazdarian was determined to use what little magical power he had to bring as much destruction as he could. However the second he was within range of the old Wizard he felt his powers dissipate, like they were blocked, but the wizards book stayed harnessed at his hip.

As they entered the home of Laborious Suleiman, the place was littered with papers, trinkets, and books, and it was obvious that it hadn’t been tided in decades. He sat on a chair the old man had pointed to, and waited for whatever horrors were to come.

“Cup of tea?” asked the wizard. Unsure, Mazdarian nodded. Before his eyes a whirlwind of magic prepared the drink, with kettles boiling themselves, a table being slammed infront of him, and within seconds a fresh cup of tea was ready to be drank. The wizard appeared from nowhere in the chair across from him.

“Now I know what you are, a sorcerer! A grotty, untrained, unpolished, sorcerer, but one none the less” Liborious stated.

Frozen with fear Mazdarian just stared. “Am I?” he whimpered.

“Indeed, I see no sign of outside interference from a god, or devil, and as you stated before who’d bother to teach you to read? So it must be deduced that you are a sorcerer or incredibly good at party tricks.” exclaimed the old man now with lively eyes and enthusiasm. “Fortunately for you, I discovered you and not one of the other oaths that think they understand magic in this disgrace of a city, as I am just like you, an intelligent incredibly charismatic genius, that has more power than anyone else in this city can dream of” Quipped Liborious. “So I shall make you an offer, stay here, learn from me and start to discover who and what you are and gain the power to make a difference, or return to the outskirts of town to play pointless tricks to pass the time?”

A smile crept across the young Mazdarian’s face as he sipped his tea, “Aslong as you’re not boring”

The rest of his teenage years were a struggle for Mazdarian, as he didn’t fit in anywhere. He was looked with disdain by the higher class he now lived amongst, the supposed great nephew of the phenomenal Laborious Suleiman who looked like a street rat, but had a great aptitude for magic. Meanwhile, he had to avoid any of the lower class kids, as he appeared as one of the high class that aimed to squash those beneath them. His time learning and studying with “the old man”, as he now referred to Liborious as, were greatly enjoyable. Mazdarian enjoyed learning magic and hearing the old man’s stories, and watching him sass his away around the city as if he was untouchable. But Mazdarian wished for something more, and Liborious knew it too. So, on Mazdarian’s 18th birthday, Laborious placed a spell on the necklace of his father; a simple spell that merely changed Mazdarian’s appearance. Now Mazdarian could appear to have darker hair and eyes, be wearing simpler clothes, and gained a few inches of height. It was enough that he seemed like a different person, without making him be a different person. With this enchanted neckless, he was free to be with the common folk without causing a commotion in the high class or being resented by the low class. Mazdarian loved it. Leading a double life, being prim and proper, when dealing with the dull high class, and enjoying his evenings with the low class, drinking cheap ale, telling jokes, dancing, and doing whatever else he could to enjoy himself on a few copper pieces.

As a few years went by age started to catch up to Liborious, and even he couldn’t outrun it. When Mazdarian was 20 Liborious died in his sleep with a smile on his face. Mazdarian was distraught that only person who he truly loved, since his family, had passed away. He informed the required authorities and went out to be by himself. When he returned in the evening, he found his home had two guards stationed outside. Confused, he walked up to the door, only to be informed he longer lived there. A sign on the door started that the home and all items had been left to the Wizard Heirarcy by the will of Liborious Suleiman. Outraged, Mazdarian demanded to know who had posted this and to see the will, only to told that they didn’t need to he was just an adopted son and that he had no right to anything, and this was the will of the great Liborious Sulieman, who obviously cares about the progression of Wizardry than some low class runt. Mazdarian stormed off, knowing he could easily take care of the guards and gain entry, but to what end. The house meant little without the old man there to make it home, and as possibly one of the most powerful magic user in existence he had few things of value as his magic gave him all the comforts he needed. Only one thing stuck in Mazdarian’s mind, the signet ring that the old man always played with, it was the one thing that was of significance to his adoptive father and the one thing Mazdarian didn’t want them to have. In the middle of the night, donning his common disguise Mazdarian broke into his previous home, fairly easy with his magic. He found the papers and books had been removed along with anything of perceived value, but Liborious’s desk was still in it’s usual spot. The top right drawer was where he always placed the ring before bed, so Mazdarian hoped it was still there, Mazdarian had tried to get it in his youth the prank the old geezer, but whenever he went in the drawer he could never find it. He opened the drawer. Empty. He slammed his hand on the desk, upon his fist hitting a small glow came from the drawer, a symbol formed on the bottom reacting to his natural magic essence and pop, the ring was there along with a letter addressed to him;

*Dear Mazdarian Sulieman,*

*As you are reading this I must be pushing up daisy’s - bit unfortunate really - I’d hoped to of gone a little longer. I assume by now the scum have claimed everything, and stripped our home of all the completely useless papers, and are spending days scouring them to get absolutely nothing, only chumps write down spells.*

*I have very little to offer you except this ring and some advice. You are a man of great potential, you just need to live long enough to reach it, but danger is a great catalyst for potential, this city is too small for you, find your path and yourself and you will do great things, I am so proud of you and will always be with you.*

*All my love*

*Your father*

*Laborious Suleiman*

*P.S. Stop doodling in your “spellbook” people are gonna notice. Moron.*

Tears in his eyes Mazdarian folded the letter up and put on the ring, and a strange sense of comfort enveloped him when he did so. It was almost as if the old man was really looking over him. He left silently gathering a backpack and a few things of use, not looking back he headed to a local billboard to find an adventure and headed forth to fulfil the confidence his late father had in him. Having been friends with Daramas Hawthorne for several years now, he informed him of the passing of his adoptive father. Mazdarian explained that he no longer wanted to be in a city that resented who he actually was, and wanted to know if Hawthorne would travel with him; so offered his spellcasting abilities to protect them on the road. Thus with a smile and a firm handshake the odd pair left in search of adventure.

## Campaign 1: Silvered Fates

Mazdarian was an original member of the Silvered Fates, before they decided on their name, having met the original members outside the Grimwood Manor.

### Arc 1: Siege of Sharkweir

During the first arc of their adventure, Mazdarian was still pretending that he was a wizard, it being his natural state of mind when meeting new people. His magical abilities came in very beneficial to the party for the majority of their time in Sharkweir, espeically whilst fighting a lesser Bodak.

Mazdarian was an asset in decyphering the fates presented to them at Grimwood Manor, and was instrumental in several difficult battles the group faced in Sharkweir. Mazdarian, not trusting of Codex, did not enter the Abyssal Library. During the climax of the Siege of Sharkweir, Mazdarian got the killing blow of the Handmaiden.

### Arc 2: Lichendeep and Return to Sharkweir

Having decided to stick with the group, they followed the south-east road out of Sharkweir and spent a week travelling to the city of Lichendeep. Upon the group discovering Spellbreakers at the gates of the city, Mazdarian had a small panic attack, concerned that his past was catching up with them. Upon entering the city, and being informed by a Halfling bard named Elrich Thornbottle that their latest companion, Dheagar Maraz, had been escorted into the city by a "handsome man who looked like he could have been an actor", Mazdarian was instrumental in rallying the group to investigate the disappearance. Throughout there stay in Lichendeep, several people including Butch Marcle, commented that they had seen someone similar looking to Mazdarian a few days ago.

At The Limelight Assembly Theatre Conroy and Mazdarian investigated further, Mazdarian acting as a distraction. Having found and rescued Dheagar's faceless body, Mazdarian and Hawthorne went to look for some city guards. Mazdarian watched helplessly as Hawthorne was engulfed in white flames, disappearing from where he stood. Mazdarian continued on, and found two Four Swords guard, Akiri and Brian, and explained the situation to them. Despite how crazy the story was, the gaurds agreed to see Dheagar to prove that Mazdarian was not pulling their leg. After The Limelight Assembly Theatre bribed and prevented the Four Swords from investigating further, Mazdarian led the charge against several members of The Limelight Assembly Theatre cast.

After solving their initial problems within Lichendeep, Mazdarian helped the group recover a rare metal found within the nearby Noxian Woods, so Rosette Emberstrike could make Duke Karl Harrington some ceremonial daggers for his upcoming birthday celebration. This did not go entirely smoothly for Mazdarian, when the party encountered a Death's Head Tree which was immune to all of Mazdarian's fire magic. Mazdarian accompanied the group to the nearby village of Morrowvale, where they defeated a cursed entity that was possessing the village's Scarecrows and Harvest Golem. Upon being introduced to Madam Ziener and being told that once again their fate lay in Sharkweir, Mazdarian was the most vocally objecting to return due to the horrors they faced previously, but the speaker of Madam Ziener informed him that their fates are not set in stone, they still have a choice as to how they approach it; seemingly settling him. Karth then introduced the group to the Soul-Bound nearby, having explained his history and death, and allowed Mazdarian to reunite with his mother, Janiya. The mood was bitter sweet, as Mazdarian found out that his father and brother were not with her, or Soul-Bound.

With a handful of days to spare before the party, the group set out on one last job to go to the Temple of Talos to investigate strange sounds from their catacombs. Mazdarian helped defeat a Spectator found in the catacombs, but was almost killed by a cursed Karth after one of his spells was reflected and damged the Soul-Bound. In the days leading up to the Duke's party, Mazdarian spent the time catching up with his mother, learning alchemy, and finding the courage to inform her that he was a sorcerer; luckily she did not hold this against him despite being from Galdria.

Mazdarian attended the Duke's birthday party at the Crescent Castle. Mazdarian was the most comfortable of the group, having been used to this type of event. The following day, returning to the Crescent Castle, Mazdarian and the group came to the decision to accept Duke Karl Harrington's offer to return to Sharkweir in search of the Royal Guard, but not before he had gotten into a verbal altercation with Fel'anyr Styllmist. Mazdarian took the Bracer of Barriers from the Royal Guard's armoury.