Glizbin Loraqen

## History

Born: 3570 AoH

Reborn: 3586 AoH

## Powers

Father: Harold Dragonarmor a Dwarven Cleric from Toga Maur

Father: Dispater

Mother: Ryeesh

Friend: Nimue Killian Jones

Friend: Nori

Friend: Acropolis

Friend: Dioza

Pet: Maybel

Chosen: Kai Darklern

Minion: Ublek

Minion: Kira

Nihthel's Dad: Mr. Firesworn

Infernal Butler: Dex

After spending months in Shelt's Key, he joined up with group of people who would later become known as The Verrat, they discovered a Lich underground and slowly pieced her back together. While they were attempting this reconstitution the cities' rulers were overthrown by mass riots incited by these people he was with. After taking over the city and declaring it the Nation of Velutherum they named themselves the ruling body and proceeded to enrich the lives of those living there. Shortly after, Glizbin communed with Dispater and was given Disment, the Forger in order to forge great works and become the Champion of Dispater.

Next the Verrat set out to Dollas chasing after the Dioza's missing pieces. There they made contact with the local forces and learned about a hostile takeover of the city by lizardmen in the service of a Diety known as Hisat’Iri. After poking around looking for an escaped Mammonian an accident occured causing Glizbin's soul to be ripped out of his body and encased in a crystal tome. This disturbed him greatly for a long time while he came to terms with his new reality. While on his spiritual awakening Nihthel poked a divine lacrima with his Spork and caused the premature eruption which summoned The Sundrinker Herald of Hisat'Iri. The Verrat were whisked away by Kenshi to avoid being obliterated.

Chapter 2: The Heist

During a lovely trip to the Undermarket, Glizzy purchased some schematics to the great vault of Moren in the dwarven capital of Toron Val. He felt that robbing this vault would be a huge blow against Moren (nemesis of Dispater) and a large boon to their new nation. He convinced the party to go along with this plan promising favours where needed. On their travels in preparation for the heist they finally captured Joseph Azuli the last escaped member of the previous ruling family from Shelt's Key and executed him for the bounty put out by the Mammonian bank. Among his possessions was a book portable hole with a golem inside. The golem was turned over to Dispater and the Verrat were all granted wishes.

The heist went pretty well, daemonic forces invaded Toron Val prior to the heist causing the defenders to overlook a small group of adventurers plundering it. After grabbing as much stuff as possible they escaped and detonated a super bomb destroying a massive section of the vault and the city above. Gorlock, Herald of Dispater showed up and showered us in platinum for our achievement.

Chapter 3: Dipping your toes in the Deific Pool

The prophesized time was almost upon them, Glizbin had finally come to terms with his reality of lichdom and decided to dedicate himself to Hell. He received the blessing of Ryeesh and Dispater, forging a body of Necronium to house his will. He then cast his fleshy body off the edge of Hell and let it die to awaken in his new body as a Dread Lich.

The time had come, a portal opened over the island of Velutherum and pteradactyl monsters flooded out waylaid by The Verrat. After Dioza drained the portal of its temporal energies the portal closed and the final enemy, a great hydra, died. With its death a wave of power was released blasting the land with heat and scorching several kilometers into desert. The wave also killed anyone it touched besides The Verrat who were instead blessed with the power of Hisat'Iri and given minor deific powers.

Chapter 4: Pissing on boots

The Verrat were approached by two factions of deific power that hide themselves from the majority of the world. They decided to join the less shitty faction called Eternis. They killed the Champion of Charon and took a piece of his soul. Then they killed him again and captured the rest of his soul.

### Backstory

Glizbin Loraqen is the child of **Aeleen Loraqen**, a beautiful elf wizard from Mage’s Fall and Harold Dragonarmor, a stout Dwarf from *Toga Maur* west of Toron Val . A very strict mother, ever since it was discovered Glizzy had some talent with magic she was always making him study the arcane arts. Day in, day out book after book after book she would make him read. On the other hand, his father was a devout cleric in service of the Goddess Aleria, from him Glizzy gets his strength and beard. It’s fairly rare for a Dwarf and an Elf to couple but it does happen. His father saw fit to let his Mother teach Glizzy the Arcane Arts but always spent time with him and when they were together he would offer prayers to Aleria for all blessings and good things that occurred.

Though learning the Arcane and connecting with the Divine was progressing well, Glizbin understood that something was wrong with him. He talked about it with his parents, and they immediately cast a whole host of magics upon him to try and ascertain the reason for this unease. For all their divination, they couldn’t draw a conclusion as to what might be afflicting him. So they travelled to the great sage in hope that a wise oracle might illuminate the issue. The Sage looked the child over and after accepting a donation to his temple cast some spells, his face contorted into shock at the results from his probing. He consulted with some ancient scrolls and after many hours came told us that I was overcome with Chaos. Aeleen demanded an explanation, she said Glizzy had never been exposed to anything of the sort. The Sage elaborated about how his parents' union is the cause for his strife, he noted that the child possessed a large amount of talent as a result of this chaos, but it would pain him for his entire life. His parents pleaded for a solution, some way to prevent their child from suffering. He only offered a one-word answer, Balance.

Many years pass and the parents understood Balance to mean that they should accelerate the learning of both Arcane and Divine magics. Glizbin's personality shrunk and he withdrew into himself almost on autopilot, monotonously going through a routine of learn, eat, sleep, repeat. Withdrawing like this did in some way limit the chaos roiling inside him, if only because his 'self' was also limited. Glizzy found release in the practice of Tinkering. It became his obsession, it started when he destroyed a clockwork time piece his parents had while frustrated practicing Arcane magic. It was self-study and he didn't want to get into trouble, so he gathered the pieces up and tried his best to fix it. In the end it was still broken, and he got into trouble, however while he was fixated on the pieces and figuring out where they went, how they fit together, why certain gear sizes were used, he could feel his 'Self' again coming out of his shell and in that focus the churning madness inside him was calm.

From time to time, he would intentionally break something just to take it apart and try to fix it. He tried to explain to his Father that repairing a machine feels just like curing a person’s wounds, but Harold couldn't understand. Glizzy tried to explain to his Mother that discovering the intricacies of a machine was like uncovering secrets of the arcane, but she couldn't relate. While they couldn't appreciate his fervor, they did respect that it helped focus him and he was more animated than ever when talking about tinkering, so they decided to let him pursue technology as long as he continued my studies with them. He was very excited, they would buy broken clockwork items and let him have them. Quickly his room filled with gadgets and gizmos and even though his room was overflowing with trinkets it was always flawlessly organized, perhaps not to the untrained eye, however.

As he grew and matured, prior to adulthood, he started to feel like something was missing from his work. Tinkering wasn't quite as fulfilling anymore, he could take apart and put back together any mechanical device with ease, the challenge wasn't there. He craved a new field to delve into, while rifling around the cellar looking for parts to create something new, he found a rat carcass which you would expect to find in a cellar but as he stared transfixed at the body his mind began to see parts instead of bones, blood, flesh, and fur. He felt a renewed curiosity and gathered up the remains to practice with. It wasn't too long before his parents found out, and honestly it may have been the smell of dead rodents coming from his workshop that led them to find his gruesome work. They were outraged, and as he had in the past, tried explaining to them how this is what he needed. This time however they weren't as understanding.

The punishments piled up as high as the textbooks, and his tools and gizmos were taken away. He was livid. The notion to run away came to him as if it weren't a thought of his own, as though it were whispered to him. Good judgement wasn't going to prevail that night, so he packed what he could and fled. Stole aboard a caravan heading to **Tyris** and did his best to hide. He didn't hide very well, however fortunately (or unfortunately) the caravan was waylaid by bandits, some of the defenders were injured and in exchange for not getting beaten and imprisoned he offered to heal them. Most were very appreciative of the magical healing, and he spent the rest of the trip as a guest. Once in **Toron Val** he knew he had to look for work, when he had first arrived, he was graced with a very cinematic view of an airfield and several sky ships moored there. His fascination raced as it once had so many years ago with tinkering and he decided that he would apply to work at the airfield, convinced that once they saw my abilities he would be in high demand.

He wasn't wrong, they were quite impressed with his ability. So much so in fact that he was offered a position aboard **The Belacuse** to work as assistant to Chief Engineer Skuggs. **The Belacuse** was amazing, they soared through the sky, travelled the world, evaded frightening flying dangers, he learned a lot about ships and jury-rigging repairs working there and Captain Juniper even taught him a bit about flying the ship. Eventually he began to send correspondence back to his parents so they wouldn't worry or come after him. His Mother was very clear that he should continue to focus on his studies of the Arcane. Heeding her was the smallest concession that would ease his guilt, so he kept up his studies, Skuggs was quite helpful as he finally let Glizzy see the power source for the ship. Run on massive arcane energies stored inside a large crystal, Skuggs told him to touch the crystal and feel the power radiating from the core. Perhaps because we were over a leyline or maybe an arcane current in the air, something within him reacted to the core, light flashed, and he felt a power surge through him. When he could see again, he wasn't on The Belacuse, in fact he wasn't anywhere, there was nothing around him, no ground, no sky, no trees, nothing. He thought he had been teleported or transported somewhere. He could feel strong magical energy in this place, very pure, very ordered. He attempted to draw upon that energy and fuse some of his mana with it. Instantly he was back in the ship, but he felt IT, he felt something, some power, a strong Arcane power resonating within. Skuggs was just asking what he thought, and he looked at him confused wondering why he wasn't concerned that he had disappeared.

The ship landed next on the Island Nation of Zesh, and he decided it was time to depart. Glizzy needed time to understand this power, and something here called to him. He holed up in the **Tattered Chest** in **Shelt’s Key** to try and find someone to talk to about this energy. While searching for a distraction and hunting some pests to harvest for a project some robed figures approached him about their lord Dispater. His skill with a tool had been whispered to them and they needed to offer me an introduction. Sensing that this was not the first time he had been reached out to by Dispater, he accepted their invitation, interested in learning more about the crafting Deity who took an interest in him and wasn't opposed to his odd proclivities. Dispater was very patient with his questions and offered him a blessing in return for being his Patron. His blessing channeled the chaos inside Glizzy into improving his ability and understanding of things mechanical. He also educated Glizzy about Esoteric Elder Magiks, saying that he had great potential and would do great things. The robed figures revealed themselves to him as Dreugar and said that they had never witnessed such a communion with Dispater before and strongly recommended he seek out the major temples in Hollandfast and Impallas.