Role

Chapter 1

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.