The Black One

[IAmDeathComeForThee]

The solemn sound of a slow drip echoes through the cave…

*Drip… drip…. drip….*

Buried deep within some forest along the sword coast, hidden away from all but one and, perhaps, some others whom the one who chose the dwelling place has... invited... for a short time.

*Drip… drip… drip…*

Then out from the gloom far down the cavern out of one of the many small enclaves, a faint whimper sounds. However faint this may have been, it pierces through the cavern, diminishing the otherwise faint rhythm of the slow drip. One of the guests is not behaving as told…

The old man raises his head from his work, slowly turning his head. “I SAID TO STAY SILENT!” he shouts down the cavern, producing a multitude of sudden cries and wails which enrages him even more. “SILENCE!!!” he shouts at the top of his lungs, producing a spray of saliva which leaves a lingering strand, dangling from the middle of his bottom lip. A sudden hush then ensues…

*Drip.. drip… drip…*

Then the wailing of a child muffled suddenly by what only could be the hand of its mother brings Tomar to his wits end. “Can’t one get a moment's peace to do some work for but a moment's time!” he thinks to himself. He gets up from his desk, cluttered with body parts, organs, blood stained parchments full off bloodied finger prints, skulls of many races… an organ which has been sitting forgotten for some days now begins to move some as several insects have made their new home. Across the room, if you can call it that, beside a sleeping pallet lies a shrine to the god Bane, red flames emit out of two seemingly empty gold plates either side of the shrine. Leaving his chamber he slowly walks down the long cavern, making his way to the many small barred enclaves where he keeps his future test subjects for his many experiments. The necromancer keeps several mindless rotting zombies, former test subjects themselves, as guards to make sure none try any form of escape. He thinks to himself how his subjects have started to dwindle in number. The people of the area are starting to notice the missing. He must be cautious and not too greedy, like he was before… Approaching the cell where the muffled cries emit, a sudden gentle smile comes across the old man’s face, one which has warmed the hearts of many. “Come now child, what is the matter?” he asks. His gentle smile then starts to broaden slowly, enlarging to a smile so wicked and cruel sending those who can see into screams of terror as he delights at the prospect of starting a new experiment…


Name: ...
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Profession: necromancer, murderer, agent of the Zhentarim
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 185lbs
Hair: Grey to an almost white





Now please no metagaming