Role

Chapter 6

Dezmonthal Ergo'Zarindar is a creature of unwavering conviction, a mortal
with no morals, no regret, fueled by the very fires of hell. Perhaps it was
the myriad bodies burned alive, the tongues and eyes stripped from living
men, or the unanswered cries of agony that sent Dezomonthal to the surface.
Or perhaps it is the visions assailing his sleep that drives him to torture,
murder, and torment. Whatever force that drives Dezmonthal to destroy both
beautiful and repulsive alike, unbiased in his quest for death, is stronger
than any sword or word. His path led him to the guild of the desert thieves
for only when a victim is feeble, helpless, and his every thought is clouded
with the fear of death can his soul be reached, to be forged and molded.

Ergo, the first Hand of the King, was Dezmonthal's father. It is said what
the King wills the Hand Delivers, in most cases it was death Ergo delivered.
The screams and cries of agony the tortured bellowed still linger within the
recesses of Dezmonthal's mind. Yet, these are not painful memories but almost
satisfying, and unto others these memories must be placed.