Wyrn was born into a humble family which lived in a remote village near
the Grimforge Mountains. They were peasants, simple farmers who knew the
worth of a hard day's work and a better night's rest. Growing up he had no
siblings and everyone else was ahead of him by many years of age, and thus
it was that he learned to keep himself company. Wyrn would spend most of
his time within the confines of the nearest forest, exploring the rivers,
the hills, anything to keep him occupied. During one of these trips he
found a cave hidden behind a wall of hanging moss. Curiousity piqued, Wyrn
entered the cave with nothing but the clothes on his back and a hand torch.
Sloping ever downward, Wyrn grueling made his way through the passage.
After what seemed the better part of the day, Wyrn found himself in a
cavernous room. The walls were pristine, the floor made of marble. Pillars
depicting ancient creatures and battles lost to history decorated the room.
Wyrn was amazed. How did no one know about this location, it's secrets?
Giddy with his findings he set about the room with a ravenous curiousity,
opening chests, peeking behind curtains. In the far corner set behind upon
a raised dais and covered in velvet cloth was a small box made of what
appeared to be driftwood. Intrigued by this simple box in a room full of
riches, Wyrn was drawn to it. Carefully he withdrew the cloth, leaving the
unadorned box naked upon the dais. With hands on either side, he slowly
lifted the lid and a greenish light peeked out until it fully encompassed
his face, wonder in his eyes. A gem. A gem with the power of life and
death seeping through it, but Wyrn could not have known that, he was simply
awestruck by its strange glow. He then reached in, seized the gem and
started to leave the room with his prize in his possession. But, as things
tend to happen, something was about to change his life forever. As he was
approaching the doorway, Wyrn tripped on a decorative rug which in turn sent
the gem out of his grasp into the air. He struggled and swiped weakly in
the air, his hands coming back with nothing. As he fell his breath was
knocked from his lungs, but his eyes remained on the gem. As if time itself
slowed down he could see the curve of the facets, the arching of its decent
and its inevitable fate when it would hit the ground. As he was staring
into the core of the gem it smashed on the ground shattering open, the green
light suddenly blinding without its confines. The power of life and death
was no longer contained, and it sought a host. Wyrn would be that host as
he was the only living creatures in the room. Screaming with agony, Wyrn
was taken by the power of the gem. Powers beyond mortal comprehension
flooded his body, threatening to tear him apart. Instead, it only took bits
and pieces. Flesh started to decay, hair went pure white and started
falling out. He was Human no more, but a Lich reborn.
Description:
The being before you is something out of a children's nightmare, or
perhaps ancient lore. What once was a living Man is now desiccated, the
flesh withers and wrinkles with various parts having already disintegrated
away, revealing congealed blood and flesh-eating worms underneath. Half of
his face is nothing more than a skull, bits of dried cartilage and rotten
teeth are clearly visible even on a moonless night. Scraggly long white
hair covers the other half with bits of flesh hanging off in between strands.
Two orbs glow with a green tint from deep within their sockets, they are
unwavering, unblinking, and stare directly into your soul.