Ashok Rixon

## **Description**

### **Appearance**

Ashok Rixon is a thin, pale man dressed in dark colors. He has a septum piercing, and dermal piercings running along the entirety of his jawline. He has fine features. He exclusively uses his spiked chain weapon, a staple of the Shadar Kai.

### **Personality**

Ashok is very driven, though is troubled and bitter about the destruction of his home world. In dealing with personal matters, Ashok is more aloof and cold. He is not concerned for his safety as long as his endeavors fulfill his purpose. Prone to drink and drugs, Ashok enjoys the elation and release these bring.

## **Biography**

### **Background**

Originally from the planet of Bysser, his home world was destroyed by invading fiends from Molodar. He was a brigadier general in the army.

"I am from the city of Leleth Esari, the cold, dark capital of the once great military nation of Whnas on the planet of Bysser. I led many campaigns as a brigadier general and was a decorated military figure, rising quickly through the ranks. Unbeknownst to me, I would soon be facing a threat even my expertise would not be able to dent.

Stories of portals opening up across Whnas were reported every so often, picking up as time went on. Small incursions of fiendish entities pouring out to cause mayhem, only to be felled by the chain. It was an entertaining game for awhile, until the attacks started to pick up. Stronger forces began hitting us more frequently, and eventually we became overrun. Doing our best was not enough, and eventually Whnas fell to ruin. Any solutions we figured out to fight the hordes were too little, and too late. What we did find was that the portals themselves were created with one purpose: to destabilize the planar boundary between Bysser and the realm of Molodar, where Molod the Devourer sits imprisoned. As the boundary splintered and tore, eventually a fragment of this great evil, Molo’byss, broke free. As he roamed Bysser, he laid claim to all of our great civilizations, including Leleth Esari… my home. We were powerless to stop him.

With Bysser torn asunder, and Whnas in ruin, I had no choice but to flee. The landscape I once called my home was ripped and torn, with some areas completely ripped from the world and ascending into the fiery green sky. Despite my instinct to fight, I knew there was no hope, and victory would not be achieved through foolishness. In my search for answers, I encountered a great wizard by the name of Yzier. Through our combined efforts, we found a way to track the movements of the hordes, and found they were seeking to spread their plague across the Material Plane, going after Vaseres next. Should Vaseres suffer the same fate as Bysser, and another Fragment of Molod be released there… the remaining planets who are aiding in imprisoning Molod… Kuton and Lerion would surely fall too quickly for any retaliation.

So working with Yzier, we intercepted plans of an attack on Vaseres. I fought my way through the hordes and used the portal, sneaking through with Molod’s fiendish armies. Now I sit in a strange new land. It is yet uncorrupted, but I know that will not remain. So I am here, a warrior with a warning, seeking to save this world and give them a fighting chance… when I could not do the same for my own home. Perhaps it can still be saved. More answers could be found in Vaseres. Maybe I could save Bysser as well…

I quickly joined with a small gathering of people who saw my appearance and thought me to be one of the fiends. I was able to convince them otherwise, and now I sit, discussing attack plans, waiting to make the next move. Vaseres cannot fall. Bysser can be saved. My first mission… find the source of the corruption. If it is anything like Bysser, there is one area in this world where the corruption started. If it can be studied… maybe more answers can be found. On Bysser this was in central Whnas… a large rupture formed in the earth, soaking in latent magical energies. After some research, we assumed this to be the work of Molod… stealing what energies he could in an act of desperation to fuel his future attacks. Unfortunately, we acted too sluggishly. Maybe the course can be reversed on Vaseres."