Rhazdon

TLC 01/11

Oriceran, Atlantean Tyrant

Rhazdon was no ordinary being, even by Oriceran standards. He matched his arrogance and need to be something with an innate talent for magic. He was considered gifted from the very start.” Probably attributed that to his Atlantean blood. “He attributed everything to that. The stories that are told usually leave out that he was only half Atlantean, from Earth, because after a while Rhazdon forgot. He researched the Atlanteans thoroughly, retracing their steps from thousands of years ago, resurrecting their magic. Dark magic.” “He took what he learned and went from town to town, recruiting other lost souls from all the different kingdoms and lands of Oriceran, building his own following.” “He was after purity of thought,” said Correk. “In the end, what bothered him wasn’t what you were made from but how you thought, how you believed.”At his height, he had thousands of followers and had built his own kingdom, complete with a well-fortified castle. From there, he began his revenge, attempting to destroy those who he saw as responsible for the end of the Atlanteans.” “So, basically everyone else.” “Yes, and eventually we were at war. I believe here on Earth you would call it a world war. So many died enforcing the treaty, pushing back Rhazdon’s followers.” . “He was able to threaten the very existence of everyone else on Oriceran by using the dark magic.” Correk nodded his head solemnly and his expression was grave. “Every bloodline, every kingdom felt the losses. For some, their name was ended for all time. He would tell captured soldiers, and women and children to follow his path or die. Most chose death.” “It took all the kingdoms of Oriceran working together to defeat Rhazdon. He died in the final battle, burned alive in his own tower. Those who survived were sentenced to Trevilsom Prison. All the evidence of his existence, every relic, every artifact, every book of spells was hidden away in a vault that is guarded at all times by very vigilant gnomes.”