Renegade Red Wizard

You will never understand horror until you’ve inflicted it. I
understand it. I pray you never do.

Thay is a nation dedicated to magic and death-a
land where undead are not only common, they hold
great power. The regent Szass Tam and his Council of
Zulkirs- liches all- rule this warring, slaving nation
with fists of bone and iron. Those who have grown up
under this regime find life in Thay entirely normalfearsome,
perhaps, but not at all unnatural. Those
who have the proper magical skills and mindset can
even carve out their own place within the necromantic
order.

You were such a wizard-destined for greatness
because of your magical potential. To your family’s
great honor, you joined the prestigious academies
used to train mages for the ever-growing ranks of the
Red Wizards of Thay. There, you were taught the fundamentals
of magic in all its schools and forms, but
your focus was necromancy.

At the time, this dedication seemed normal to
you. Manipulating the forces of death itself? Animating
those who had been living, breathing, laughing
people into mindless, shambling slaves? This is the
order of things in Thay- and will be the order across
the rest ofFaenln if the regent has his way.

So might your life have gone, had not your best
friend- a partner and companion throughout your
years of schooling-failed an assigned experiment. It
was nothing disastrous, only a ritual that went ever so
slightly awry, but the event sent your instructor into
a rage. When that rage was spent, your friend was
dead, his life force sundered by necrotic energy.

He was also your next project, for his was the body
that the class- working together to perform magic
none of you could handle alone- was ordered to
reanimate. And you complied, for fear of what might
happen if you did not.

For the first time, the grotesque, decaying face
before you was not that of a stranger. For the first
time, you knew of and could feel the utter absence
of the life and laughter that once had thrived behind
those eyes.

You finally understood the horror of what you had
been trained to do, and in that moment you forswore
necromancy- and Thay itself

It wasn’t that hard to flee, for who would ever try
to escape the academies- one of the only ways to gain
real power in Szass Tam’s Thay? By the time they
knew to look for you, you were already gone.

You can barely remember the exhausting, starving
months of travel, constantly watching over your
shoulder. When you came to the Sword
Coast, you realized you had literally fled as far as
you could go. Only then did it occur to you to stop
running and try to determine what the future might
hold.

In time, you wandered north to Neverwinter, a
place where most of the population was struggling to
build new lives. A place where you thought you might
fit in. However, it didn’t take you long to hear whispered
rumors of a darkness in the North- rumors that
dashed all hope of leaving your past behind.

The Thay are here, conducting their foul experiments
and stealing people away in the night. How
many Neverwintans have joined the ranks of Thay
slaves after death? How often are more living, laughing
faces taking on the foul grin of the undead?

It never crossed your mind to run again. You don’t
know what the Thay are doing in the North, but
you know that their efforts here can be stopped. They
can be defeated. You can protect your new home
from what you once were.

Renegade Red Wizard

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