A chill wind whispers through the Howling Hills, carrying tales of a rising power, a new force that challenges the old order. Thol Mak, they say, is his name. A name born of conflict, forged in the fires of ambition and the icy embrace of undeath.
The whispers carry tales of a rising power, a new force that challenges the old order. Thol Mak, they say, is his name. A name born of conflict, forged in the fires of ambition and the icy embrace of undeath. He is a conqueror, a master of the dead, his legions a chilling testament to his dominion over the forces of darkness. Yet, he is not a mindless agent of destruction, nor a puppet dancing to the tune of some malevolent deity. He is a Necromonger, a believer in order and law, his ambition tempered by a deep-seated respect for structure and discipline.
Thol Mak’s lineage is a tapestry woven with threads of both brutality and cunning. His father, Turrosh Mak, was a champion of Gruumsh, the orcish god of war, his lust for destruction leaving a trail of blood and chaos across the land. But Thol Mak’s mother, Ahlysaaria, was a drow high priestess of Bane, the god of order and law. From her, he inherited a keen intellect and a mastery of manipulation, the subtle art of persuasion that can sway the hearts and minds of mortals.
By his side stands his queen, Rysha. A Yuan-ti Pureblood, her serpentine grace and cunning intellect complement Thol Mak’s strength and ambition. She is a warlock of formidable power, her pact with otherworldly entities granting her mastery over the arcane arts. Together, they rule the Cold Marshes, their combined strength a force that even the mightiest of dragons would hesitate to challenge.
Thol Mak’s rise to power is a testament to his strategic brilliance and unwavering determination. He has united disparate forces under his banner, forging alliances with the Wolf Nomads and the Wolfkin, their shared hatred of Iuz a common ground upon which their unlikely partnership is built.
He commands the vampiric mists that shroud the Cold Marshes, their chilling touch a weapon in his arsenal. The undead that dwell within those desolate bogs answer to his call, their shambling forms a testament to his dominion over death. And Ignisvitrumsable, the Obsidian Dragon, that ancient creature of shadow and flame, has pledged his allegiance, his power a testament to Thol Mak’s growing influence.
But Thol Mak’s ambitions extend beyond the conquest of territory. He seeks to establish order, to create a society where laws are respected and chaos is contained. His methods may be harsh, his conquests swift and decisive, but his ultimate goal is stability, a world where the living and the undead can coexist in a delicate balance.
He is not driven by malice or a thirst for destruction. He is a pragmatist, a leader who understands that sometimes, the path to order lies through conflict. But he also recognizes the value of life, the importance of preserving the delicate balance that sustains Oerth.
Thol Mak, a name that will echo through the ages, a testament to the power of ambition tempered by discipline, of conquest guided by a vision of order. He is a force of nature, a shaper of destinies, his legacy intertwined with the very fabric of Oerth.