Role

Chapter 1

Ishtavix had left the underdark and had been a surface walker for five years
before the dreams began. He was still young by all drowish standards, and was
living in Udgaard getting by working as a priest in the temple there. He
hardly cared for his work, each day in and out going through the motions to
make a living. Respectful of the heavens but bowing to no god, Ishtavix's
ties with the divine became more and more unholy as his mind spoiled from
hate and rage at feeling lost and useless. At first the dreams came on slow,
he would be in darkness and hear a commanding voice call his name out. As the
weeks went on, he would get visions in flashes. He saw visions of rivers of
blood, fierce looking horned devils and a city kept by the dead. Ishtavix was
unsure what to make of his dreams, they were cloudy and without meaning. He
pondered what these signs meant for weeks until finally, it was all to become
clear to him. The final dream seemed as real as anything Ishtavix ever knew.
He awoke suspended in the air in a translucent state, as if not completely
there. Looking around, this could be more of ones nightmare than a dream. He
hovered over Cocytus in the bottom of the furthest pit, and it soon became
very clear to him that he was being visited in his dreams by the Prince of
Darkness himself. The words of the prince of darkness boomed in his head like
a thunderclap. YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN, MORTAL. MANY HEAR THE CALL, BUT FEW HAVE
THE STRENGTH TO REACH MY ABODE. A cold chill ran down the spine of Ishtavix
as the Prince of Darkness spoke once more. THE HELLS STIR. YOU ARE TO BE MY
HAND IN THIS DOMAIN, AND OUT OF IT. SPEAK NOW, DO YOU DEFER TO MY POWER?
Overwhelmed with the presence of the Dark Lord, Ishtavix screamed out, YES!
The dark lord focused his three heads on Ishtavix, his voice booming again in
his head. MY POWER DOES NOT COME WITHOUT A PRICE, MORTAL. YOU MUST PROVE YOU
ARE WORTHY TO GAZE UPON MY INFERNAL GLORY. YOU WILL SEEK GURGTHOCK FOR A
TASTE OF MY POWER, AND YOU WILL DECEND INTO MY LAIR, PROVING YOUR LOYALTY AND
WORTH TO ME WITH EACH CONDEMNING ACT. DO THIS, AND WE WILL SPEAK OF THE WORK
I HAVE FOR YOU IN THE PITS ABOVE. With these last words, the Prince of
Darkness lashed a talon out at Ishtavix, snapping him awake. He could still
hear the swirling winds echo in his head made by the devils beating wings,
and the booming voice. Ishtavix knew now what his purpose was, and he went
forth to seek Gurgthock for a taste of dark power to prepare him for the
journey to come.