Drax Nilfblood
Sir Drax Virgil Nilfblood (a.k.a. The Crimson Wrath)
The Fall of Feakrith's Finest: Drax Nilfblood wasn't just a legendary swordsman, he was Feakrith's shining beacon of hope. In 605, his blade cleaved through demonic hordes, earning him a place amongst the realm's greatest warriors. But his descent was as swift as his rise. The whispers began after his harrowing journey into the Nine Hells, a desperate mission to quell a rising devilish rebellion. He returned, yes, but the spark of heroism in his eyes had dimmed, replaced by a glint of insatiable hunger.
The Thirst for Unholy Power: The whispers solidified into truth when Drax revealed his twisted ambition: to break open the prison of an ancient infernal entity he'd encountered in the Hells. The power offered was intoxicating, a seductive mirage shimmering in the desert of his pride. He rallied a cabal of lesser sorcerers and corrupted warriors, drawn to the intoxicating fumes of his dark vision.
The Stand of Legends: Feakrith's other legendary swordsmen, sworn protectors of the realm, couldn't stand idly by. A clash for the ages tore through the land, steel singing against whispers of infernal magic. The details of the final battle are murky, shrouded in whispers and fear. Some say Drax fell, his infernal pact unraveling as his blade met the righteous steel of his former comrades. Others claim he vanished, consumed by the very entity he sought to unleash, a prisoner within its darkness.
Theories and Shadows: But even in death, Drax casts a long shadow. Whispers paint him as a puppet king in the service of the ancient being, forever trapped in a perverse parody of the power he craved. Others believe he remains at large, a lurking predator waiting for the right moment to strike. His legacy, once synonymous with valor, now serves as a grim cautionary tale: the cost of succumbing to power's corrupting touch.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
A Flawed Lineage: Drax wasn't just born, he was crafted. Nine years ago, an archdevil forged a group of tieflings with the potent, volatile potential for great evil. They weren't inherently wicked, but a dark hunger for power lurked within their veins, a genetic curse waiting to fester.
Drax, the Young Prodigy: Drax rose quickly, his talent with the blade surpassing even the most seasoned warriors. This prowess, however, only fueled the infernal embers within him. His ambition grew like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. This hunger, coupled with his lineage, propelled him to legendary heights, but not the kind etched in the halls of heroes.
The Descent into Darkness: Drax ventured into the Nine Hells, a desperate gambit to unlock the ultimate key to saving Feakrith. The Hells, however, are not playgrounds for mortals. They warp, they twist, and they leave their mark. Whether it was the whispers of demons, the sight of unimaginable horrors, or a pact with a forgotten entity, Drax emerged irrevocably corrupted.
The Rise and Fall of a Villain: He returned, not the hero Feakrith had hoped for, but a figure of chilling power and corrupted ambition. His demonic pact manifested in ways both terrible and magnificent, granting him abilities that chilled the bravest hearts. He gathered disciples, seduced by the siren song of his dark vision, and attempted to unleash an ancient infernal being upon the world.
The Cost of Redemption: The inevitable clash with Feakrith's other legendary swordsmen was legendary, a brutal ballet of steel and dark magic. Details are lost to time, but one thing is certain: Drax was defeated. His arm, the instrument of his infernal pact, was severed, the source of his dark power along with it. He vanished, perhaps consumed by the very entity he sought to unleash, or perhaps cast into some hidden corner of the world, a broken shell of his former self.
A Life of Humble Atonement: Years passed, and a weathered, one-armed farmer named Drax toiled in the fields. The dark fire in his eyes had dwindled to embers, replaced by a deep-seated fear and a burning desire for redemption. He knew the truth – with his arm restored, the whispers might return, the hunger might rage anew. This knowledge, this self-imposed exile, was his penance, his atonement for the darkness he unleashed.
Zorrut, the Child of Wrath: Drax's daughter, Zorrut, inherited none of his infernal power, but she inherited his pain. Witnessing her father's descent, the rage within her burned hot. However, she chose a different path. Fueled by a different fire, she rose through the ranks of the Crogra Guard, honing her skills not for vengeance, but for the protection of others. She understood the allure of darkness, the consuming hunger for power, and she swore to fight it, just as she had fought the urge to follow in her father's footsteps.
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Current Status
Presumed Deceased
Species
Ethnicity
Year of Birth
590 DH
100 Years old
Family
Spouses
Misery Varnuron
(spouse)
Siblings
Children
Sex
Male
Eyes
Fire opal
Hair
Short Black
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Red
Height
6'5"
Weight
200lbs
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