Kruden Radag the Grand Master of Shapeshifting

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Chapter 4

. Arisen deep within the desert city of Hamsah Mu'tazz lies its' beating heart,
the works of many great scholars. Twas here, during my studies, that I
learned to remain more composed while in my somatic form, and to evoke
the true bestial rage while within my zoological state. I came to understand
matters of Will, Corruption, Power, in all its forms, and many other intriguing
ideals of the mind. With each scrap of knowledge I gained, my desire rose,
each delectable morsel did nothing to quell my appetite for further
knowledge or power. After many months roaming those hallowed halls,
while journeying to the well, I came across a man, No? More than a Man.

. Like rolling thunder a clamor arose, dust and sand stinging my eyes as the
massive horde passed. Saphael, necromancer by trade and follower of the
dark lord Zurcon, strode by under deep robes of pitch. A massive
nightwalker moved effortlessly, it's fierce battle prowess clear as it took the
lead for his destructive undead minions. Facing enemy after enemy I
pondered, for what strength this was that allowed this mortal the control of
otherworldly beasts such as they. To my query he replied, the Scions of
Eternal Night will be your calling if you truly have the desire for this
knowledge and power. My search ended shortly after it began, just a stones
throw toward the southern mountains, hidden within a dark chasm, the lair of
the Scions I found. Although the daunting task I had undertaken after I had
pledged my loyalty through the Nightwalker was vast, the true realization of it
did not come until somewhat later.

. A debilitating chill ran through my spine, sending jolts of nervous energy
throughout my synapse violently telling my body to hold back it's excitement.
The Bloody Scholar as she was known, Charine, serves the Scions as it's
Chancellor and is a truly remarkable example of the power of dark magic. I
was proud to stand before her when I herd the call and enjoyed our
conversation in keeping with great knowledge that I gained from it.
Speaking of great beasts unimaginable such as the ancient dragons, or the
Demi-Lich of Trothon were like everyday adventures, where as my last
encounter nearing the minions of Tiamat nearly broke my composure. Twas
then that she posed a task upon me, to glen some great knowledge of a
place little known, some secret that I may attain, if only to prove my worth.

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Chapter 3

. The scorching flames licked my exposed skin in a frenzy, and I did my
absolute best to take shelter beyond the newly charred corpse. I kicked and
squirmed, placing all of my available strength into busting through the rotting
planks which formed the outer cabin wall to my aft. Heaving with all my
available might I dragged the sizzling carcass through the thawed excrement
of our household, silently toward the depths of the well. All the while the
roaring crowd, shouting jeers, and cheers toward the cabin they had set
ablaze. With a resounding splash that reached only my ears, under the
raucous laughter and disheartening cries of the townsfolk, the corpse and all
the new festering excrement it acquired, found its' new home.

. In the following days and weeks I watched like a vulture, deep within in the
shadows, circling the well and eyeing all whom partook in its' hidden
disease. As time passed and the stench began to emanate, the look of awe
and disbelief muddled the somber faces, they couldn't believe that it was too
late for them to react. Piercing howls and curses erupted throughout the
night, both damnation and prayers alike had their place. With the population
of the town decimated and under the cover of night, I made my way down the
mountain toward what I hoped was a new civilization. I arrived in a portly
desert city, just as the sun was at its' peak, and my mouth parched as the
sandy trails before it. This city would become my new home, Hamsah
Mu'tazz. In this city discoveries would be made that changed my life.

. Dwelling within the annals of the Hamsah library I would find all sorts
knowledge. Bits and pieces from many different civilizations. Deep inside
those halls I learned of my dark-elven blood ties and recognized how to
judge their traits. Also during these long days, and distant nights, I would
ponder deeply the words of Hyjal, as they cried out "Animal." It was then that
I knew that the study of shapeshifting was for me and I adopted the surname
"Radag," which translated from elven to "Beast" as I didn't wish to disappoint.
As I began to glean all the information and power I could from the local guild,
I came in contact with a great necromancer. Before him stood a beast of
unspeakable distruction, leading his army of undead, a Nightwalker. It was
then that I sought out the source of his power, discovering the Scions and
once I understood their whereabouts, I pledged my existence to them.

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Chapter 2

. What it means to be alone is lost on so many individuals as the concept
simply escapes their feeble minds. Flenda was no friend to loneliness, oh
how she abhorred it as if a holy man to a sinner. That night so many years
ago, she would not be alone, she would know warmth, and the soft touch of
a strangers skin would excite and thrill her, at least, for the night. A great
many moons later I was born, never to have known my father, only a
lingering resentment of my mother flowed, much as cheep whiskey. As the
years passed I would grow, always feeling somewhat out of place, never
quite the same as the other villagers children. I detested their commonness.

. The cruel, uncaring children and their parents, alike, gazed down upon me,
as if they were above me in stature and ability. Flenda did nothing to defend
me as she did not possess a great deal of wealth, nor did she have stature,
and caring for her child left along with the man who shared her bed and left
with her heart. Each and every though which encircled me were of a
negative and sinister nature, and that was fine. I lived with a mother whom
didn't care for me, a town that detested me, and the knowledge of a father
who abandon me, but a great deal of changes were in the works as a frigid
and intense winter snowstorm blew into town.

. The cold north wind blew devilishly, it howled against our small cabin as if
it were a mongrel begging for table scraps or a timber wolf for the moon. For
days the snow fell, drifting and piling faster than a dwarven sapper brigade
moves earth. On the morn of the twelfth day I awoke, groggy and starving.
My body grew weak, only my mind bayed me continue, self preservation at
all costs were my deepest thoughts. That day I wandered through the cabin
searching for most minuscule scrap of food only to find Flenda, frozen in her
bed. My survival instincts were in full swing when I began to fillet her stiff
flesh, consuming each bite slowly. It was around this time that a rapping
came upon the door and it swiftly caved. Standing in its open arch were
several townsfolk, awestruck at a child consuming his mother. "Animal" they
screamed as they tossed their lighted torches inside. My eventual escape
was again due to Flenda as I covered myself with her frozen body and as I
left the village I dumped her charred remains into the town well. I had
attained my revenge with their sickness and deaths.

Role

Chapter 1

. Deep within the southern mountains of the western continent of Thera lies
the small and quaint village of Hyjal. It's origins are virtually unknown, as not
a soul could understand the reasoning to form a village at that lonesome
location. The village is surrounded by a multitude of small, semi-frozen,
lochs and a dense forest of giant oak by two sides. It's commercial and
physical survival relies on the many traveling merchant caravans who brave
the northern slopes and icy mountain trails. Until this very day, the village
bustles with new commerce and trade but it wasn't so long ago that it
suffered an incredibly horrendous injustice that will forever leave a
disgusting stain on the souls of its inhabitants.

. The day of the traveler began as any other. A cool refreshing breeze blew
across the lochs, birds and wildlife rustled through the trees, the low clang of
cow bells arose occasionally, and a quiet rumble of wagon wheels
encroached, ever so softly, toward the town. Before the cryer even called the
life blood was beginning to pump, and the heart of the town was coming
back to life. Shutters flew open, doors creaked and moaned as frost-bitten
hinges awoke from their nightly slumber, each ushering in the word, that the
town was now open for business. All the townsfolk were well prepared for
the arrival of the caravan but this was only a lone peddler, preaching of
tomes and spreading the word of magic. The towns enthusiasm swiftly faded
till only a few more of the more auspicious merchants remained, among
them was a young, lithe human woman named Flenda.

. As the hours past and the flickering lamps began to fade, shutters
battened, and soft rumbles of doors locking each sign further heralded the
coming nightfall. The merchants dwindled until only two remained, Flenda
and the traveler. To her, the time had come and soon she would head to her
home, and comfy down-filled mattress, although this night she would not be
alone. Whether was by grace of tongue, or slight of a magic weaving, she
was infatuated with the handsome traveler. The nights were ever so cold
these days she thought, and tonight she would not be alone. This chilly
winter night was the day I was conceived, and nearly the origin of the end for
the small mountain village of Hyjal.

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