Description
This saurian stands larger than most at just over eight feet, making him
notably larger than his peers. His body is adorned with a primary coat of
simple gray, elegantly contrasted with shimmering black blotches scattered
across his hide, giving him a distinctive appearance. His long snout, crowned
with flared nostrils, adds to his presence, while his narrow, amber-colored
eyes gleam with a predatory intelligence. A set of sharp, menacing teeth jut
out from his powerful jaw. Complementing his lithe, muscular body is a
slender tail, which sways gracefully behind him. He is adorned in dark colors
over his more potent belongings and reeks of ash and death.
Role
The Egg in the Embers
Added Tue Dec 5 07:46:17 2023 at level 4:
Mazqukuatl's tale begins as a lone survivor of a calamitous blaze that
engulfed his native Saurian village. Amidst the smoldering ruins, a group of
intrepid adventurers stumbled upon a solitary relic of hope: an egg,
remarkably unscathed by the inferno's wrath. This egg, radiating a faint
warmth as if shielded by unseen forces, was swiftly entrusted to the care of
a nearby orphanage, marking the start of Mazqukuatl's unusual journey.
When Mazqukuatl emerged from his egg, he found himself in a world far removed
from his kind's traditions and lore. The orphanage, a haven for lost souls,
became his cradle and sanctuary. Yet, even within these nurturing walls,
Mazqukuatl's existence was tinged with a sense of profound isolation. As the
sole representative of his species, his distinct features and the iridescent
scales that adorned his skin made him an object of fascination and fear among
the other children. They would often whisper and point, labeling him a
'freak'a term that pierced through his young heart, leaving scars no less
painful than the flames that had claimed his village.
Growing up in the orphanage, Mazqukuatl experienced a life devoid of the
familial warmth and affection that nurtures a child's soul. The constant hum
of loneliness accompanied his every step, forming a barrier that separated
him from the others. In this solitude, he discovered an innate connection to
the arcane, an unspoken language that seemed to resonate with his very being.
It was necromancy that called to him most stronglya forbidden and
misunderstood art that seemed to mirror his own existence: misunderstood,
feared, yet undeniably potent.
Mazqukuatl's early experiments with this shadowy magic were clumsy yet
revealing. His first successful act of necromancy involved the animation of
deceased rats, a feat that both terrified and intrigued him. However, this
display of power only served to widen the chasm between him and his peers.
His newfound abilities, fascinating as they were to him, became another
reason for the other children to keep their distance. Whispers of fear and
revulsion spread among them, and Mazqukuatl's reputation as an outcast was
sealed.
Yuletide, a time of warmth and joy for many, cast a deep and resounding
shadow over Mazqukuatl's heart. Within the walls of the orphanage, this
festive season unfolded in a kaleidoscope of colors, laughter, and the
merriment of gift-givinga stark contrast to the cold solitude that
enveloped him. Mazqukuatl, amidst this jubilant backdrop, found himself
adrift in a sea of isolation, observing the festivities as an outsider
looking in.
The Yuletide Spirit
Added Tue Dec 5 07:47:10 2023 at level 4:
The Yuletide season was a poignant reminder of what he lackeda family's
embrace, the innocent joy of receiving gifts, and the simple pleasure of
being included in play. Instead, what he received were looks of pity from the
orphanage's caretakers, a well-intentioned yet painful acknowledgment of his
otherness. This patronizing sympathy only served to deepen the chasm of his
alienation, reinforcing his sense of being an outcast, unworthy of the same
happiness that enveloped his peers.
For Mazqukuatl, the beauty of Yuletide was a paradoxical blend of enchantment
and sorrow. He was captivated by the shimmering magical lights that adorned
the orphanage, the vibrant decorations that brought life to the otherwise
stark environment, and the laughter that echoed through the halls. Yet, this
beauty was tainted by the acute pain of exclusion, a reminder of the
invisible barriers that kept him from fully experiencing the joy around him.
Seeking solace, Mazqukuatl would often slip away from the orphanage during
Yuletide, finding refuge in the quietude of the nearby graveyard. Here, among
the silent stones and forgotten names, he felt a strange sense of belonging.
The graveyard, with its serene atmosphere, offered him a respite from the
overwhelming sense of being an outsider. It was here, in the company of the
departed, that Mazqukuatl felt closest to something akin to peace.
Yuletide in the graveyard was different. The air seemed to thrum with a
hidden energy, a subtle magic that Mazqukuatl could sense but not fully
understand. This shift in the atmosphere, perceptible only to someone attuned
to the whispers of the arcane, was a bittersweet comfort. It was as if the
spirits of the graveyard acknowledged his presence, offering a silent
companionship that the living had denied him. In these moments, surrounded by
the quiet guardians of the past, Mazqukuatl found a fragment of the Yuletide
spirit that eluded him elsewherea sense of connection, however faint, to
the world beyond his own.
That year, as the cusp of childhood began to fade for Mazqukuatl, Yuletide
brought an unexpected encounter that would forever alter his path. He sat
alone, cloaked in the shadows of the graveyard, the distant melodies of
Yuletide carols drifting to him like echoes from another world. The soft,
haunting tunes stirred something deep within him, a longing he couldn't quite
name.
It was then that a faint, ghostly figure emerged from the mausoleum nearby,
its form shimmering under the moonlit sky. The apparition, ethereal and
serene, approached Mazqukuatl, its presence both startling and oddly
comforting.
"Why do you sit here alone, child, while the others celebrate Yuletide with
joy and laughter?" the spirit asked, its voice a gentle whisper that seemed
to resonate with the night air.
A Yuletide Gift
Added Tue Dec 5 07:51:03 2023 at level 4:
Mazqukuatl, taken aback yet intrigued, replied hesitantly, "I... I don't
belong there. To them, I'm just a freak, an outcast. They see me as
different, and not in a good way."
The spirit nodded, a melancholic understanding in its translucent eyes. "Ah,
the plight of the gifted and the unique. It is a lonely path, but one that
holds great power. I sense a deep magic within you, young one, a force yet
untapped."
Mazqukuatl's eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and curiosity lighting
them up. "I feel it too," he confessed. "But it's like a riddle I can't
solve, a song I can't fully understand."
The spirit floated closer, its form casting a faint, otherworldly glow. "In
time, you will," it assured him. "The path of magic is a journey of
discovery, and you have only just begun. But tonight, on this Yuletide, I
have a gift for you."
As the spirit extended its hand, Mazqukuatl felt a chilling yet exhilarating
touch, a surge of energy coursing through him. Suddenly, the world around him
transformed the air seemed alive with unseen currents, the earth
whispered secrets, and even the silent graves hummed with a hidden life
force. He gasped in awe, his eyes reflecting a newfound perception.
"You now see the world as few can," the spirit explained. "The magic that
binds all things, the dance of life and death. Remember, those who walk the
mundane paths will never comprehend the depths you will explore, the
mysteries you will unravel."
Mazqukuatl, still absorbing the magnitude of this revelation, looked up at
the spirit with a newfound determination. "I will learn, I will understand,"
he vowed, his voice a whisper yet firm with resolve.
The spirit smiled, a spectral and reassuring gesture. "Yes, you will. Embrace
your gift, Mazqukuatl, for it is a rare and powerful one. Let this Yuletide
mark the beginning of your true journey."
With those parting words, the apparition faded back into the shadows of the
mausoleum, leaving Mazqukuatl alone once more, but transformed. He sat there
for a long time, contemplating the vast, magical world that had just opened
before him, a world where he might finally find his place.
The Passing of a Friend
Added Tue Dec 5 07:51:42 2023 at level 4:
In the wake of his ethereal encounter, Mazqukuatl's mind whirled with
newfound insights and a sense of otherworldly connection. The spirit's words
echoed in his ears as he made his way back to the orphanage, his footsteps
light yet uncertain. The world around him seemed altered, imbued with a magic
that only his eyes could perceive. He saw the subtle glow of life force in
the slumbering plants, the whispering aura of the stones, and felt an
inexplicable bond with the silent, unseen spirits that lingered in the
shadows.
As he stepped into the orphanage, the contrast between this vibrant, magical
world and the quiet, mundane interior struck him sharply. The halls were
silent, the inhabitants lost in dreams far removed from the mystical reality
he had just experienced. "They sleep," Mazqukuatl mused softly to himself,
"unaware of the wonders that dance just beyond their perception. How strange
it is to walk among them, yet belong to a different world altogether."
His thoughts were cut short by a small, tragic scene before the hearth.
There, in the dim light of the dying fire, lay the orphanage cat, still and
lifeless. Its demise, a result of the Yuletide feast's leftovers carelessly
discarded by the children, struck a sorrowful chord in Mazqukuatl's heart.
"Poor creature," he whispered, kneeling beside it. "You, too, were an outcast
in your way, finding solace in the shadows, just as I do."
He gazed at the cat, a mix of empathy and curiosity in his eyes. "In your
stillness, do you now see what I see? Do you wander the paths that now open
before me?" Mazqukuatl's hand hovered above the cat, feeling the faint
residual energy that lingered around its small form. "This Yuletide has
revealed to me the thin veil between life and death, a realm of magic and
more. And here you are, a bridge between the two, an unwitting guide to the
mysteries I am yet to understand."
As he sat there, contemplating the still form of the cat, Mazqukuatl felt a
deepening of his connection to the magic that now pulsed through him. "In
your passing, you remind me of my path, a journey through the shadows to seek
the hidden truths of this world. I may walk alone, but I walk with a purpose.
My eyes have been opened, and I cannot return to the blindness of before."
With a heavy heart, yet a mind alight with possibilities, Mazqukuatl rose
from the hearth. The night's revelations had set him on a path irrevocably
intertwined with the arcane and the mysteries of life and death. As he
ascended to his solitary bed, the world of magic whispered to him, a
constant, unseen companion in the silent hours of the Yuletide night.
And his Return
Added Tue Dec 5 07:52:21 2023 at level 4:
As Mazqukuatl gently stroked the lifeless feline, a deep sigh escaped his
lips, laden with the weight of solitude and newfound knowledge. His fingers,
still tingling with the mysterious, icy touch of the spirit, hesitated above
the cat's fur. "This power," he murmured, "a gift and a curse entwined. What
am I to do with you?"
Suddenly, as if answering his unspoken question, a subtle pulse of energy
surged through his fingertips. The cat, in response to this unforeseen magic,
began to stir. Its eyes opened, glazed and unfocused, and it slowly rose to
its feet. Mazqukuatl watched, his heart pounding with a mix of awe and
trepidation, as the cat meowed in an otherworldly tone, a sound that seemed
to echo from a realm beyond their own.
"What have I done?" Mazqukuatl whispered to himself, his voice barely audible
over the cat's strange vocalizations. "Is this the path I'm to walk? A
journey of life and death, of creation and destruction?"
In its disoriented state, the reanimated cat stumbled into the flames of the
hearth. Mazqukuatl recoiled in horror, his mind racing with the implications
of his unintended act. The cat, now alight, wandered aimlessly, its form
casting eerie, dancing shadows across the room. It brushed against the
Yuletide tree and the carefully wrapped gifts, igniting them in a growing
inferno.
As the flames rapidly spread, consuming the room with their hungry embrace,
Mazqukuatl found himself rooted to the spot, his eyes wide with shock. "This
power... this terrible, fearsome power. Is this what lies within me?" he
questioned, his voice trembling. "To bring life where there is death, only to
usher in destruction?"
Realizing the peril, Mazqukuatl turned and fled into the cold night. Standing
outside, he watched in disbelief as the orphanage, his only refuge in a world
that had always seemed so distant, was engulfed by the raging fire. "I sought
to understand, to belong," he thought, his gaze fixed on the inferno. "But in
my quest, I have unleashed something far beyond my control. A force that
neither knows compassion nor restraint."
Tears streamed down his face, reflecting the fierce glow of the flames. "What
am I now but an agent of chaos, a bringer of ruin?" he continued, his voice a
mixture of grief and realization. "This gift, this curse... it has shown me
the true nature of my path. A journey not of discovery, but of reckoning."
Yuletide Lights
Added Tue Dec 5 07:53:33 2023 at level 4:
As the structure crumbled into ashes, Mazqukuatl stood alone in the cold
embrace of the night, his heart heavy with the burden of his newfound power
and the tragic consequences it had wrought. The orphanage, once a symbol of
isolation and unbelonging, now lay in ruins, a testament to the destructive
potential that lay dormant within him. This tragic event marked a turning
point in his life, propelling him into an uncertain future where the lines
between life, death, and the arcane forces he wielded were irrevocably
blurred.
As the flames engulfed the orphanage, Mazqukuatl stood transfixed, a tumult
of emotions swirling within him. His eyes, now attuned to the unseen forces
of the world, witnessed a sight both mesmerizing and haunting. Ethereal
spirits, liberated by the fire, soared upwards from the conflagration. They
appeared as shimmering, prismatic entities, their forms dancing gracefully
amidst the chaos. This spectral exodus, a vivid display of the thin veil
between life and death, captivated Mazqukuatl.
"Look at them," he whispered, a mixture of awe and horror in his voice. "Free
from their earthly bonds, ascending to realms unknown. Is this the true power
of necromancy? To liberate and transcend?"
The wails of the departing spirits filled the air, a chorus of sorrow and
release that resonated with Mazqukuatl's soul. He watched, entranced, as the
spirits of his former companions, the only family he had known, departed from
the mortal coil. "You are free now," he murmured, his voice tinged with a
strange sense of peace. "Free from the shackles of this mundane existence,
journeying to a world beyond my reach."
A faint smile crept across his lips, an unsettling expression amidst the
devastation. "This Yuletide... it has bestowed upon me the greatest of
gifts," he mused, his gaze still fixed on the spectral display. "The gift of
insight, of power. I see now, more clearly than ever, the divide between us
and thembetween those touched by magic and those who tread the dull path
of the ordinary."
Mazqukuatl turned away from the smoldering ruins, a sense of purpose igniting
within him. "I am no longer bound by the constraints of this world, the
limitations of the ungifted. My path is one of enlightenment, of liberation.
I shall wield this power, this gift, to free the souls trapped in the
mundane, guiding them to a realm more fitting for their existence."
Mazqukuatl turned away from the smoldering ruins, a sense of purpose igniting
within him. "I am no longer bound by the constraints of this world, the
limitations of the ungifted. My path is one of enlightenment, of liberation.
I shall wield this power, this gift, to free the souls trapped in the
mundane, guiding them to a realm more fitting for their existence."
I, Mazqukuatl, I will show them the way. In their release, they will find
their true place, and I will be the harbinger of their salvation."
The Task
Added Wed Dec 13 12:58:25 2023 at level 40:
Mazqukuatl found himself at a pivotal juncture on his path to power. The
Scions of Eternal Night, a clandestine and influential group steeped in the
deeper mysteries of the arcane, had presented him with a formidable challenge
- a test of his worthiness to join their esteemed ranks. This secretive
cabal, renowned for their mastery of the dark arts, was rumored to possess
knowledge and resources that could significantly accelerate Mazqukuatl's
quest for change.
The task set before him was nothing short of herculean: to unearth and
fulfill a prophecy. This daunting quest sent Mazqukuatl on a relentless
journey across Thera, delving into the dust-laden shelves and forgotten
scrolls of ancient libraries. He tirelessly deciphered cryptic texts and
navigated labyrinthine archives, encountering riddles wrapped in enigmas, and
tasks that seemed insurmountable.
In his exhaustive search, it was a seemingly innocuous passage about Yuletide
that caught his eye and sparked a revelation. The prophecy of Morgath the
Gray, intertwined with the traditions of Yuletide, resonated with him on a
deeply personal level. It was as though the lines of the prophecy mirrored
his own life's journey, echoing the transformative experiences of his
Yuletide past.
Mazqukuatl pondered over the prophecy, seeing in its verses a parallel to his
own transformation from a solitary orphan to a formidable necromancer. The
prophecy spoke of a figure rising from the ashes of despair, much like how he
had risen from the ruins of his own Yuletide tragedy. It was a story of
rebirth and change, themes that were intimately familiar to him.
Emboldened by this insight, Mazqukuatl realized that the fulfillment of the
prophecy might not lie in grandiose acts but in understanding and embracing
the profound truths hidden within one's own journey. It was a realization
that even in the most straightforward of tales, there lay the seeds of faith
and destiny.
Mazqukuatl set out to weave his own story into the fabric of the prophecy. He
understood that in fulfilling this ancient prediction, he was not just
proving his worth to the Scions of Eternal Night but also embracing his
destiny as a changemaker, a catalyst for the eternal cycle of destruction and
rebirth that he worshipped.
Fulfilling Prophecy
Added Wed Dec 13 12:58:52 2023 at level 40:
Year after year, as Yuletide approached, Mazqukuatl had waited with a heart
full of longing, hoping for a gift that never arrived. This unfulfilled
desire lingered through his childhood, a reminder of his solitary existence
in the orphanage. But then came that transformative night, a turning point
when, against all odds, his own prophecy was fulfilled. The memory of that
night the surge of joy, the overwhelming sense of excitement was
etched deeply in his heart.
Emboldened by this experience, Mazqukuatl embarked on a mission to bring joy
to the children of Thera during Yuletide. His actions were not limited by
friend or foe, he bestowed gifts indiscriminately, a silent benefactor
weaving through the shadows of the night.
It was the encounter with a lone gnome, however, that marked a significant
moment in his quest. This small, unassuming creature had never known the joy
of receiving a Yuletide gift. When Mazqukuatl presented the gnome with gifts,
the gnome's reaction was a mirror to his own childhood elation. The sheer
excitement, the radiant satisfaction in the gnome's eyes, was a reflection of
the very gleam Mazqukuatl remembered in his own eyes as a child. It was a
profound reminder of the simple yet powerful joy that a single act of
kindness could bring.
This moment of connection with the gnome was a revelation to Mazqukuatl. It
signified the completion of his task, a fulfillment of a prophecy that went
beyond the literal words and spoke to the essence of transformation and
giving.
With this significant deed accomplished, Mazqukuatl knew it was time to share
his achievements with Morius and Iskrith. Their knowledge of his deeds would
be the final judgment on whether he had done enough to gain admittance to the
elite Scions of Eternal Night, a group of mages whose power and influence
were unparalleled. As he relayed his tale, there was a sense of anticipation,
a silent question hanging in the air had his actions, driven by a blend
of personal fulfillment and altruism, been sufficient to open the doors to
this revered circle of mages? Only time would reveal the answer, but in his
heart, Mazqukuatl felt a quiet confidence, a belief that he had achieved
something truly meaningful.
PK Wins
Dec 6, 2023 |Lv 18|Hamsah Mu'tazz|Ogahn vs 1: [18] Mazqukuatl (100%, chilling touch)
Dec 6, 2023 |Lv 19|Galadon|Bubdakgu vs 1: [19] Mazqukuatl (100%, slash)
Dec 9, 2023 |Lv 36|The Dragon Sea|Simoes vs 1: [36] Mazqukuatl (100%, stinging lash)
Dec 9, 2023 |Lv 36|Galadon|Simoes vs 1: [36] Mazqukuatl (100%, punch)
Dec 10, 2023|Lv 36|The Redhorn Mountains|Aelarion vs 1: [36] Mazqukuatl (100%, KB)
Dec 10, 2023|Lv 36|Forgotten Crypts|Dabhur vs 1: [36] Mazqukuatl (100%, punch)
Dec 10, 2023|Lv 36|The Eastern Road|Ogahn vs 1: [36] Mazqukuatl (100%, punch)
Dec 11, 2023|Lv 38|Graveyard|Simoes vs 1: [38] Mazqukuatl (100%, punch)
Dec 13, 2023|Lv 40|Galadon|Nylian vs 1: [40] Mazqukuatl (100%, punch)