Once, I prostrated myself before the elemental lords. Before that the altar of wealth. But that means nothing now. For I am Zhen.


A nobleman-turned cultist of flame, turned Zhen under King Harkor. Imprisoned in a warded obsidian urn that was eventually stolen and brought to Nibenay.

Aligned both to neutrality and evil.

His urn is 4,088 years old. He obviously was alive prior to it’s construction.

A Pair of Dark Urns


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