Role

Chapter 1

Having achieved a level of mastery within his guild that few have been able
to attain, Drezulok begins to wage the inevtiable war that has been brewing
throughout the passing days of his existence. He attacks the books of the
Theran writings with a relish that does not go unnoticed, and as he sits
listening to the words of a well travelled muse, a Dark Lord chooses to make
an appearance, blessing the young magus with a few words of wisdom.

Having learned as much as the writings of history will provide him, Drezulok
set out to speak with the Imperial Dread Lord Gulthruck, as he was advised to
do, to learn of a land where he might find a means of performing the ritual
necessary to accomplish his victory against the fate of his mortality. He
was unprepared for the nature of the being which he was told to seek out,
having dedicated his life to observing the immense power of order. A
delerious cleric, as unpredictable as chaos itself, was not in his plans.
Further, when a Vindicator of his spire learned of his plans, a violent
argument erupted within the walls of the Spire, nearly coming to blows.

Despite these new misgivings, there can be no yielding on this chosen path.
While many of his predecessors chose to await their dying days to chance
their fate among the undead, Drezulok cannot but think that there is no
reason to allow the inevitability of death draw nearer to him than he should
allow. His victory will either be complete, or not at all. With his resolve
steeled, he gathers together his army, and sets out upon his path into a far
land dominated by the negative plane he has become ever more familiar with.