PERSONAL INFORMATION
NAME: Hazak
AGE: Too Old
RACE: Eshkin
FACTION: The Hegemony of Esh
TITLE(S): Packmaster / Priest of Maw / Father of Clan Metus / Warlord of Esh
SEX: Male
MAGIC AFFINITY: Strong ( Necromantic, Infernal, Ritualistic, Demonic )
APPEARANCE:
Hazak the Unfed’s reanimated form is a grotesque testament to unnatural persistence. His body is dead, his heart stilled, yet he moves with the same ruthless purpose as before, driven now by will alone rather than blood or breath. His flesh hangs in strips, rotting but resistant, held together not by life but by grim necromantic force and stitched reinforcements of bone, rusted wire, and warped sinew. The tubes and injectors that once pulsed with volatile warpstone now ooze a stagnant green ichor, leaking from half-clogged ports jammed into desiccated muscle. His four arms remain fully functional, twitching with unnatural precision, though the motions are subtly off like a marionette that remembers how to dance but not why. His face is a death mask drawn tight, leathery skin stretched over a sunken skull bearing a twisted spine of spikes protruding from his back like broken fangs. Jaw crooked and teeth bared in a near-permanent grimace. His eyes burn brighter than ever, not with malice alone, but with a gnawing, insatiable hunger. Death has cursed him with an eternal craving; he is always starving, always searching for meat, warpstone, anything to dull the ache. At times, he will stop and twitch, staring into nothing as distant echoes from the realm where part of his soul still festers claw at what little sanity remains. Hazak lives, but it is a mockery of life, cursed with the memory of death and the hunger of the grave.
POSSESSIONS:
Staff of The Master
Cursed Flesh Armour
Conduit Shackles
Collection of Spell Tomes
BIOGRAPHY:
Died in REDACTED his corpse captured by dwarven wardens and entombed in the deepest vaults of the Four Summits. There he lay, sealed and rotting, his flesh forgotten… but his legend whispered still. It was Dagon Erh a mysterious sorcerer with designs on the Eshkin throne, who unearthed Hazak’s cadaver. With rituals born of ancient pacts and forbidden lore, Dagon dragged Hazak back from the edge of oblivion. But the resurrected warlord did not rise as he once was. Reanimated and reshaped, Hazak emerged bound to Dagon's will a living weapon, a puppet warlord meant to seize power on behalf of his master. To the world, Hazak the Unfed has returned undying, insatiable, and vengeful. He leads the Brood with iron authority and commands the loyalty of the desperate and the damned. But behind the snarled mask of undeath, Hazak remains a servant his soul partially tethered to Hell, and the rest shackled to Dagon Erh, the true hand behind the throne. Hazak now carves a path of blood and ash through Erovia, claiming the seat of power Dagon has marked as his own. Yet deep within the revenant's decaying heart, there lingers a flicker of memory, of pride, of hunger for freedom as much as flesh. And the chains that bind may not hold forever.
STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES
Herald of rebirth
Dead but still alive Hazak is the horrid cross between Eshkin and ritualistic heathen alchemy. A mutated Rat infused with a corrupting ancient magic. The result is a crazed zealot, undead in nature, locked into an enduring shell, powered by the energy of the dark forces.
+ No heartbeat in his chest and no blood that courses through his veins, yet alive
+ A lack of pain and sanity allows a dismembered limb or head to simply be reattached
+ Death has its perks. breathable air, a sound night of sleep, or even exposure to extreme environments are none of his concerns
- Bound to feast on the living, he can only maintain his decomposed form as long as he continues to draw in living energy
- His creator can choose to end the spell, keeping him alive at any point in time
- Prolonged exposure to holy powers can subdue the magic that binds his immortality
Mawite Alchemist
Instructed since his rebirth by mighty Mawite Heathen Priests and Dark Eshkin Mages alike, the ability to manipulate the cosmic soul dust shredded by the Nether's gravity is an art deeply rooted in the creature.
+ Thoroughly knowledgeable about the dark magic and gods
+ Large Mana Pool
- Uneducated about the greater world and its intricacies, only knows what he has been told
- Seeing everything anew often distracts Hazak leaving him deep within thought
A Different Rat
Although this twisted creature might somehow look and sound like Hazak, the father of Clan Metus, after his resurrection, his soul had been tormented and twisted for generations. what came back is in no comparison to his old self.
+ Political Standing with the Eshkin race, and clan Metus
- His appearance and size will make it nearly impossible to hide in plain sight, or amongst normal beings
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