Return to the temple of elemental evil ECL 4: 1 factoteum 3 duskblade Biography

I am Icelus the 3rd ,23 years into eternity of maroon pigmentation and brownish gold iris. Back home on a faraway land where the undead with minds of their own able to understand and live properly among the living  are a common .I am also known as the scholar of Blight, Passe Partout, or the Baron's prodiger (prodigy).

Since I was made a bastard at early age my Great grandfather decided to take me to the castle in the middle of the necropolis high castle and began my initiation into a great being(since i don't plan to be a mortal man forever ).After many years of studying arcane , weirds, fighting style ,religion ,strategy and the planes under the high councils of my family or friends of they felt that it was time for me to begin the right of Ascendance unto the council/hierarch of my not so gloomy above ground city of the necropolis where both living and undead live in harmony(more or less) .To attain a high rank of undeath (death knight, Lich, Elder vampire) or highly organized monarchy of undeath is considered an honor, Prowess of battle and knowledge; a testament that you've accumulated much desirable battle experience in the eyes of a deity, knowledge from your dome, and lived out many years into the eternity to tell the tales of past ages and to be a patr/matriarch blessing to the younger mortal souls. As well as to boss them around , including the newly undead.

My 3 Generations back, great grandfather Icelus (AKA Baron SaviorSelf) the first succeeded in his adventure of serving Hextor , being his paladin of tyranny and became a death knight as a reward to serve him and to teach others of Hextor's ways as well as the Wombat's. Our personal family God (Wombat) . Through many feats and dastardly extravagant acts of ruthlessness and gentlemen like brutality he earned that nickname of Baron SaviorSelf.

I 've studied under him for years as well as many other patriarch/matriarch of our society. To ultimately become one with eternity and rise to their ranks. But of course to join the council/ high tribunal in our land the adventurer seeking everlasting life/ knowledge of the hereafter must bring back gifts/knowledge/ craft / or sizable army might back to please the council . To be deemed a great discovery / find to add great value to the city or its culture of foreign land. To one day amass enough forces to march onto other territories or even country and realms of existence to spread the gospel of undeath, communism , and THE WOMBAT.

The wombat's stare discern truth, its claws  are mighty to tear through space and time itself for whatever thing/ being it searches for  , its teeth war and domination of all who falls prey to its bite, its fur knowledge of weaving of the everlasting caress of eternity and know when to be diplomatic , its pouch a soft reminder of its warmth to its own or inferno to those who betray it. All of it's enemies face shall be torn off as trophies and put in its pouch to be shown to all of those who dare cross the mighty wombat's decision or path. And reminder that a WOMBAT IS a killing machine .With a soft side for those that subjugate themselves to it. If not, the children of its victim shall be tossed into the blood that drips from his trophies faces' and be ever forgotten in their own ruination and foolishness for not following the wombat or seceding way to his will .I am not nearly as ruthless as the rest of my peers nor do i YET see the need for such brutality on others ,I consider lesser or even enslaving. Unless enemies of course. The last few paragraphs I believe are metaphorical, though my peers tell me to take it all to heart. Trust me I take the Wombat very seriously as I thank him every day for its renewing grace given strength and protecting pouch it has covered on me; it's just that such annihilation is overkill in most cases.

Anyhow my last 2 male family members have failed (father included)while my grandma is still questing and my mother has succeeded, I believe i have some siblings though i have a few half related. Since once on the council all sorts of pleasures are now made legal and made light of since they have forever to fool around. This goes w/o saying that there is death within my blood. A lot of high hopes have been placed from my peers expecting for me to come back with the knowledge of the ages or as/with a destructive force nt seen since Baron SaviorSELF(he cultivates the souls of the deceased family members to either put in his blade or to reawaken them to walk the death parade to invade another place alongside him) or Dracula.

That is why with all the rumors around this place I found myself under the bed searching for a source of great power to unearth either to impart imto me or as a testament to bring back home.Possibly I could even become a death knight prior to coming home or utterly transcended.