Avranon (c.Begining of creation - 1444)

Greetings pathetic, insignificant, worthless insect mortal! I am the great and MIGHTY Avranon King of the Mysterious, Lord of All, Master of Realms, Duke of Greatness! Be cowed by my unstopable power and know your place! You will listen to the tale that I am to recount of my great and glorious life and you will be thankful that I have blessed you mortal with the grace that is a parcel of my knowledge!

I the great and mighty invincible Avranon, master of stealth and death, was born in an age before history, before the Dwarves first sprouted from the earth and the Elves were young! During this time the world was in great turmoil as the Gods still walked among the lands, and I among them. They fought over all of creation, deciding domain and commiting acts of treachery amongst themselves. I sat back and watched these Gods play their game, which amused me, and saw how the world was shaped. All that you know is miniscule to the knowledge that I have hoarded over my long years. Back in these times the Amabagarfalistar, the first people, the halflings roamed in tribes and faced many hardships on the surface world. In the depths the Duvegardians discovered the remains of a fallen God, cast down and destroyed by his brethern, and from his body came the birth of a new era. At the time the Duvegardians were a isolated people who knew nought of the sun or sky. They discovered in their time an ancient artifact that transformed them and created a faction of creatures known as the Kazamadorians, twisted and ugly they were shunned by the Duvegardians. Also in this event the Hamadin were created, child like and beardless much like the Amabagarfalistar of the surface. The Duvegardians were magickless creatures but the spawns of them were quite talented and from them rose a war that perpetuates still on the Land of the Gods! From that land I was brought into existance by the combined powers of forces that far exceed anything a mere mortal would be capable of understanding. To recount my deeds and actions far exceed the span of time available to you in your mortal existence so I will move ahead to a more relevant time.

In an effort to win the war against the Kazamadorians a pair of twin Hamadin brothers developed a spell that transformed them into Gods, the Sun and Moon. Once they reached my level of sentience they lost intrest in much of the mortal world and spawned the Twanaldies in order to show their presence in mortal affairs. The Land of the Gods is isolated by the beasts that guard the Island in the oceans that surround it but, evenso the people of the Island managed to reach across the seas and touch the barbaric lands that surround. The Twanaldies eventually began to breed with the Amabagarfalistar as they had no way to return home, these acts were mostly of rape but from them spawned the mistake now known as humans. The Dwarves are also ancient decendants of the Duvegardians that still rule on the Land of the Gods, but they pale in comparison to their greatness.

Growing bored of the perpetual struggle between the great races I decided to set off on the back of a Island turtle that I raised since it was very young. Unfortunately it was devoured by a great sea lurker during our travels and I was thrown from its back onto the land that you now reside in. I have traveled all over the domains of mortals seeking the amusements it offered me and one day I found a pathetic being in a dire situation. A young Human wizard named [Hawkins] was being hunted by hounds that were spawned from Hell. These creatures were summoned forth to seek out his soul, not that it was anything special but to these beasts a soul is a soul and even Hawkins' lowley existance was like a sweet meat to these creatures. I, feeling pitty for the lowly being, decided to intervene and saved him from these beasts and took him on as a fanciful familar. He is young and ignorant in the ways of magic and seeks some human female, so as a disport I decided to watch him and help him when he wasn't being too foolish. Hawkins is a young fellow, however, he is capable of many heroic deeds and I intend to see his part in the grand scheme of history, although it will be undoubtedly miniscule especially when compared to the contributions I have given this realm. Anyhow, I grow bored of your presence mortal and I seek great feasts to dine upon before I slumber atop my vast and endless horde of riches. Do what you will but if you decide to disturb me you will have to join me at my banquet.

Familiar: [Hawkins]

Petrified by an imp in the town of [Maz Dow] in 1444

Currently in Stone form with stinger missing, but can speak to [Gimlak]