Shaxzar (SHACK-sar)

The Dark Lord of Elves - "From below, we rise" **Alignment**: Neutral Evil | **Domains**: Arcana. Blood   Born amidst the tranquil embrace of the Ancient Vale, Shaxzar was nurtured in the idyllic splendor of the Celestial Hills by Rastanion, the Divine Medic who tended to the wounds of gods and mortals alike.    With the dawn of the Mortal Planes, the insidious influence of Skaomune began to weave its dark tendrils into the fabric of Shaxzar's consciousness. As the High Protector of Elves, Shaxzar traversed not only the lands of surface Elves, but also the shadowed depths of those below, unaware of the malevolent forces that sought to ensnare his soul. Slowly but inexorably, Skaomune's whispers of corruption seeped into his mind, festering like a malignant tumor until they consumed his very essence.    In a moment of treachery that would echo through the annals of divine history, Shaxzar succumbed to the siren song of darkness, betraying the trust of the Divine Council and casting his lot with Skaomune in the accursed depths of the Infernal Dominion. Crowned as the Dark Lord of Elves, he wielded his newfound power to corrupt the minds of his kin, turning them away from the path of righteousness and leading them down the darkened road of malevolence.   It was this unforgivable act of betrayal that earned him the moniker of Shaxzar, a name that would forever be synonymous with treachery and deceit in celestial tongues. The repercussions of his actions reverberated throughout the divine realms, igniting the flames of the War of the Gods and plunging the cosmos into an era of chaos and uncertainty, and claiming the life of his old mentor. As the balance between good and evil teetered on the brink of collapse, mortals looked to the heavens with fear and uncertainty, their faith in the benevolent deities waning as the shadows of darkness encroached upon the mortal planes.   Manifesting as a sinister spectre of his former self, Shaxzar assumes the guise of a towering elf, his visage twisted by the taint of corruption. Eyes aflame with infernal fervor, teeth sharpened to points, and demonic horns adorning his brow, he strikes fear into the hearts of all who dare to cross his path. Within the depths of the Underdark, his Agents wield unparalleled influence, their sinister machinations shrouded in darkness and whispered of only in hushed tones. Though tales of their deeds may be scarce on the surface, their presence is felt as a looming spectre of dread within the shadows of the subterranean realm.