Azantar, Scion of Shadow

I have seen, in recent years, even the bravest of creatures cower from shadows like babes. They will skirt the city edge, wasting precious hours rather than venture through their streets and alleys. Why the trepidation? What causes the masses to shudder and peek over their shoulders at even the slightest sound? Azantar Hain is the name muttered through gritted teeth and fearful expression.

There are those who claim such a beast is not of this world - and they would be correct. Azantar was Prince of a kingdom further from here than any cartographer can fathom. The thief himself knows not it's locale. Run by beings of unlife, the monarchial system was uncontested. The life of royalty very much agreed with Azantar; however, he soon found that it lacked entertainment value. To pass the hours, the prince took to thievery, taking what he could from the peasantry and lower lords. He was unchallenged - granted immunity due to his high status.

As his talents matured, so too did his greed. An appetite for greater and grander things had him procuring items of massive wealth from the more powerful elite of the realm. His greatest feat, however, would be to pilfer his father's royal scepter - to wield the idol of power in his hand as was his birthright. He stole in to the Chamber of Death which housed his prize, past the kindred which guarded it, and disarmed the numerous traps lain about the area. There was nothing to upset his plans now - accept the presence of the Minorlich, advisor to the King of this unholy place. Azantar wasn't permitted a chance to explain his actions, for even as the prince opened his mouth, the lich threw a dagger towards him. The dirk knocked him back, in to a portal to a strange plane, and cut free his tongue from his mouth. Hence Azantar's arrival in Aabahran. But worse than exile to a strange land, Azantar found that his immortal lineage was stripped from him, and he was cursed a mortal - to walk amongst us peons.

His tortuous existence was alleviated by the touch of Arithis, Dark Lich of Aabahran. Thus imbued with dark powers, and a new tongue, Azantar sought a way to return home. He's all but given up, now - and has instead resigned himself to mastery of Aabahran. It isn't home, the Archfiend claims, though it shall suffice.