Venril Sathir

Venril Sathir of the Kunzar The greatest lizard to walk upon the land was Venril Sathir of the Kunzar tribe. All that is known of his youth was that he was a member of the ancient Kunzar Tribe. This was during the time of division among the tribes of the Iksar. He was said never to have been a mere broodling. He was forever a master of combat. Venril would soon slay his father and take his rightful place as chief of the Kunzar Tribe. He led the Kunzar on many expeditions into the ruins and wilds of Kunark. He sought knowledge and weapons.

In his late youth he found the hidden library of the necromancer, Kotiz. He would come to open a large book which opened into a small room. Climbing into the book he found a floating book. The Unholy Writ of War was its title. Made of Iksar skins, it contained great knowledge of combat. Venril became the book's master. Venril soon showed signs of dark knowledge. He began to wield the forces of the dark circle and his knowledge of combat tactics became supreme. He trained his army new tactics and even raised the bones of the fallen to fight yet again for their masters. His army grew and marched to all corners of Kunark. Venril Sathir's army is now unstoppable. He shall soon plot the union of the entire Iksar nation. He no longer wishes to be just Chief, but rather, Emperor. Under his direction the four remaining tribe states of the Iksar shall unite and a new age shall dawn.

313 A.G.

Orthiss and Kirkata A Sarnak love story told among the Di'Zok.

There was once a great undead hunter. He was known to his people as Orthiss, and he devoted himself to the extermination of Venril Sathir's most powerful undead minions. One by one they fell to his blade, and he was praised as a righteous defender of the Sarnak people. It seemed he would never fall. But there is no place for perfection in this world. There was once a great undead hunter, and this is the story of how he fell.

This Orthiss loved a female named Kirkata. She was a beautiful Sarnak girl with scales that gleamed like cut gems. Kirkata loved Orthiss in turn, and it seemed their love was the only thing Orthiss devoted himself to above the extermination of undead. Whenever he would return to the village from an expedition, the first thing he did was find Kirkata, and the two would disappear into the mangroves and stay until night swept the world in blue and gray.

There came the time when Orthiss sought to destroy one of Venril's lich-kings, the most powerful of his lords. Rile Sathir, Venril's own son, had slaughtered an entire village of Sarnak that were friendly with Orthiss - among them Orthiss's oldest friend and brother in this world - and whispers speculated they would be coming to the village of the undead-hunter next. For the first time, Orthiss's own people turned their backs on him, terrified of what he was bringind down on their heads.

Spilling his own blood onto the communal fire, he swore to the gods to rid the world of Rile Sathir and preserve his village. The gods heard him and gave sign of their blessing by sending a great snake to crawl into the fire, where the flames ate its flesh away to a sword of razor-sharp bone. He and Kirkata kissed beneath the mangroves, and exchanged vows with no ends. When the were through, Orthiss began his quest, bone blade in hand.

Orthiss hunted for days, trying to find the right path but not coming across any leads. He pressed undead and Iksar alike, attempting to extract the knowledge from them by whatever means necessary. But either none of them had any knowledge of it, or they took their knowledge with them into oblivion; either way Orthiss still had nothing. Until one day Venril Sathir himself came to Orthiss.

Startled from sleep one morning, Orthiss found himself gazing up into the face of the dreaded lich. Centuries weighed upon his sickly skin, and he smelled of centuries of evil deeds. Orthiss clutched his spear, knowing his life would soon be forfeit but vowing he would not go easily. To his surprise, Venril merely smiled and proposed civil conversation. Orthiss was not certain of what civil conversation one could have with a lich, but he put aside his weapon.