Description and History
Azrael is a handsome man, look like he is in his early 20's (he
was cursed with vampirerism at the age of 20).
He wears whatever clothes that is suitable for the time being, but
he prefers to wear black.
I, Azrael Wandric, was born into a mediocre wealthy family in
Sembia. I can still remember how my mother loved me, and I can still
remember how proud my father was when he talked to me. In life I
was a dedicated person. I loved my family and my goal was to make
us richer, I wanted to make our family name something people would
remember, I had a crush for power and wealth, and the marriage with
Sarila Kuraga from the Kuraga family, one of the wealthier merchant
families in Sembia. I got married in a age of 16, I can still remember
how prowd my father was when he stood at my side on the wedding.
After the wedding I used all my time on my wife and my business.
In four short years I got my family a lot wealthier than we where,
and I did it all alone, with no help from anyone. But it would all
change, I'd been on a typical business trip to Waterdeep, and on
my way back to Sembia my caravan got ambushed. the people that ambushed
us was nearly invisible and they where inhuman quick. I can still
remember the screams, the chaos, it was late night. I couldn't see
my enemy and I got struck from the back, I could feel the pain in
my neck, but I couldn't do anything. It was like I was paralysed
and I felt weaker and weaker for every second. I knew this was my
death, and then it got black, I died.
I cannot tell, or won't tell what it feels to be dead. I remember
that I woke up inside a huge chamber. It was a few torches that
made light, the first thing I did was to check my neck, I couldn't
feel any marks. I stood up, and when I put my feet on the ground
a voice said "So, you are already awake?" I turned around,
and looked at the person that had talked. He was a long well built
man with short dark hair, dressed in black clothes. I could see
him pretty well, even in the darkness. I could feel power from his
presence. He told me that his name was Boris Andosol, and that he
was my master. He told me that I was he's creation. But I couldn't
believe it. I meant that I was still alive, but I could feel that
something was wrong, I felt a urge to drink blood, I could sense
the surroundings much more accurate, I didn't understand why I felt
this way, but Boris continued his speech. He told me that I was
dead, it came on me as a shock because I "felt" alive,
I began to move towards him, I wanted to kill him. Then he said
"stop", and I stopped, I felt the power in his voice.
Boris told me that I was a vampire, one of the children of the night.
He told me that he had granted me immortality. I cannot say that
I blame him, the more he told me about my abilities, the more powerful
Boris had a love for power and control, it didn't take long before
I found out that I wasn't the only one he had granted immortality.
But he had full control over everybody, and every time he told me
to do a thing or two I felt a urge to do his bidding, and fast.
We were about 10 vampires everyone, except for Boris, was from the
caravan, and we were feeding on the local population. I didn't know
where we where but it didn't take long before I learned it. It was
somewhere near the road where I got killed. The years went on and
I learned more about my existence for each day that went. After
20 years as a "prisoner" of Boris I learned that he had
the ability to walk outside in the sunlight, he told us that it
was because he was our master, but I knew that he couldn't or just
didn't walk outside without a special amulet around his neck. Five
years later we was attacked by a Lathander priest, he didn't last
long, but he killed 2 or 3 of us with a spell that gave sunlight.
I was in a another room when it happened. But I felt that this priest
was not the only one that would come for us, I told Boris this and
he just laughed. He was ignorant.
It didn't take long before we were attacked again. But this time
our enemies came in full force, they where about 15 men, most of
them was priests and holy warriors of Lathander. I warned Boris,
but he got killed by a holy warrior wielding stake and hammer. I
could feel the holy aura of the warrior and we were alone in the
room, I saw that he was a young lad no more than 17 years old, he
was no match for me, when he was grabbing for his holy water I sent
a dagger right into his hearth. I took Boris's amulet and pulled
the warrior in a way that it looked like he had used his own body
to make it look like it was a battle between him and Boris, then
I put on the amulet and changed to gaseous form just to leave through
one of the holes in the wall. I took a big chance then, because
I wasn't sure that it was the amulet that made Boris immune to the
sun, but when I came outside I got the sun right into my face. I
remember the horror that the sun in my face gave me, but I didn't
feel any pain. I ran away when the combat was still going on, but
I knew that the church would win the battle inside.
I have wandered the western Hearthlands for about 45 years now,
never staying at a place more than 3 or 4 days before moving on.
I've been forced to always be on the move because of my bloodlust.
I cannot say that I hate this "unlife", I've learned that
people live just to die, but I'm something else, I'm dead but I
still exist. I'm immortal, a higher being.
I've not been to my family since I got immortal.
I was sitting inside a tavern, situated in a tiny village with
about 150 - 200 inhabitants. I have been feeding on the population
for 6 days now. And people are getting worried about the missing
people, some of them was found inside the forest. I was listening
to a bunch of farmers arguing about what was killing the people.
I laughed inside of all the absurd speculations. But when the Lathander
priest named Jonathan came in I left for my room.
When I came inside I flew to the cave where I had trapped all
my victims, my cattle. I killed one of them before I flew back to
the tavern. When I came back I sat in my room writing, yes writing.
I could hear the priest tell his holy crap for the weak willed peasants,
I shivered in disgust over his words. The priest left, and it all
got quiet. Later on someone knocked on my door. I didn't like it
because I hate curious people. And I knew that people didn't like
me because I hailed from Sembia. I asked who it was, the answer
was that he was a guest and had heard that I was from Sembia, so
he said he wanted to trade. This was my folly, I trusted his words,
and went for the door. I opened the door to see a man in robes.
I knew that I was looking at a mage, there was a sick green light
from radiating from somewhere near his eyes. I couldn't see his
eyes because of the robe, but I saw the light. The fool was bearing
a mug of ale, trying to make a image of me in it. I knew that he
I asked him too come in, and locked the door. Then he told me who
he was, he called himself Shandrath, he had a name of a fool. He
told me in a blunt way that he was a necromancer and that he knew
that I was a vampire. I didn't like him, he was rude and foolish
believing he could impress me with his knowledge, but I didn't take
any chances because of my fear for magic. I didn't know what he
was capable of, so I listened to what he had to say. He told me
that he had a proposal to make. I can't say I listened to it, but
it was something about make a image of killing me so I could get
away. That fool, I was going to leave anyway, and he thought that
I would make a deal with him. I told him that it was a "interesting"
proposal, but before we could end the conversation I heard someone
running from the outside the door, screaming out, he had listened
to our little chat.
Shandrath said that he was going to fix this, and I did my second
failure, I trusted him. I haven't trusted any body for 4 decades,
I don't know how I could be so foolish to trust him. I flew out
the window to my hideout in the cave. I didn't know what had happened
back there, but I killed my last prisoners so I could leave this
place with no witnesses. When I came back I saw what had happened.
Shandrath had gone berserk with his magic, the tavern was burning
and people was fleeing. I shifted to wolf form so I could hunt down
some people in hope of slaying them all before they got away, but
I didn't stand a chance, they where too many. The fool shandrath,
I knew I should have killed him in the tavern, I will never do this
We began looting the place, and I found a child, he couldn't be
older than a few months. I killed it, it wouldn't have survived
anyway, then I burned it. Shandrath had a demon friend, he irritated
me so I was forced to make him go away with my charm, I could sense
Shandrath's anger then, he asked me what I did too him, I said I
just asked him to go away, and he did. I could sense that he looked
through my lie.
We left the place with a carriage and a bunch of horses, I was
nice enough to offer them some protection and scouting by walking
with them. It didn't take long before we met some of the authorities
from the neighbour town. But they didn't stand a chance, but my
body got destroyed, and it was all because of Shandrath's failure
to kill the mage that was hovering over us. I really disliked him
this time, I wanted too kill him, but he survived because of my
curiosity of what the next foolish thing he would do.
And I was right, he started too make zombies, and I gave him a
little girl he had been asking for, I didn't know what he wanted
too do. We started too move back to the town we had destroyed, our
target was the neighbouring town. We killed a family on our way.
but when we began to approach the neighbouring town, Shandrath took
the child and killed it in a ritual, he sacrificed the child to
summon a skeleton knight. I didn't like this at all, we killed off
the town, and he began looting again. I knew that this would give
us problems, but I had a plan. I told Shandrath that I was going
to leave, he asked me if he could use magic so I would forget him,
that fool! NO ONE USES MAGIC ON ME, AND MOST OF ALL: NO IS ALLOWED
TO MAKE ME FORGET! I told him in a nice way that I didn't need too
forget this incident, I thought he wanted to make me forget him
so he could hunt on me later. But I already had plans for him. And
flew away. I went to the nearest town, and used makeup that I had
found in one of the houses so that I looked like a peasant. I even
changed clothes to make it look real. I told the guard and the officials
in the town about Shandrath and what he had done, I told them that
he had summoned a vampire and a bunch of zombies. Then I left the
town, my target is Baldurs Gate, I think they got tricked by my
litte white lie. But I do not know. This incident is not going to
go unnoticed. But I know that Shandrath is as good as dead, because
in our first battle I saw how petty he was, it was I who killed
them, it was I that gave them the chance of survival, and it was
I that took they're lives again.
Now I'm on my way to Baldurs Gate, my plans are as brilliant as
it can be, and I need to hide for a time so that none can say who
or what I am.