Outcasts and Refugees
Copies of The Analects of Kuryon found their way across
the north. Among those who read the work was a bitter
shadar-kai exile named Thoran. Once an apprentice to a
cabal of Shadowfell sages, Thoran was banished for stealing
forbidden tomes in pursuit of ultimate knowledge.
In his thirst for lore, Thoran had delved deep into the
secrets of Netheril, including tales in which the arcanists
of Saharelgard were said to have bound and controlled
arcane spirits of great power. When Thoran read the
Analects and learned the legends of Spellgard, his twisted
mind hatched a dark plan. If the restless spirit of Lady
Saharel could be ritually bound, she could be forced to
answer question after question, thus granting her interrogator
power over past, present, and future.
After gathering a number of impressionable followers
in his charismatic wake, Thoran journeyed to Spellgard
two months ago. From his advanced knowledge of Saharelgard
legend, he was able to find his way to the Scepter
Tower by negotiating the long-lost catacombs below, disabling
the magical wards that had protected the site for
millennia. From the tower’s heights, he now surveys the
ruined fortress. His followers hunt for the alabaster pillars
he needs to perform the binding ritual, capture Lady Saharel,
and fuel his ambitions of conquest.
His plans were thwarted and he and his servants were slain by the unnamed party of Aedric, Dvallin, Rivyet and Darcarryn.
Unbeknownst to them, he was taking his path towards death, when messengers of his goddess informed him that he could still be of service to her. It was a strange time and changes were coming. He was offered a station of command in undeath and he graciously accepted the offer. His wraith form was transformed and given rotting flesh. Then the shell was given great power as a Death Knight. He commanded his legions in the Shadowfell and served in Shar’s vast network.
He nearly succeeded in defeating the foes that robbed him of his mortal life and stood in the way of his Goddess’ plans. His forces were mighty, but they were mightier. He and his soldiers were felled, save for one death hurling wight who fled in cowardice, while the cleric was unconscious.