Player Name: EmptyEternity
Character Name: Kazaric the Fallen
Character Species: Human(?)
Forgive me if my report of the blasphemer’s physical qualities is lacking, my lord. What little information I could garner comes from the few of monastery's surviving priests, trainers and staff. They described him, unarmored of course, as a six foot two, two hundred and five pound giant bristling with muscle that towered over his fellow knights. His eyes were pure green color and his hair was a deep black mane that was cut at the shoulders. He had no facial hair to speak of but his face, from what I was able to squeeze out of some of the more 'juvenile' serving girls, was quite handsome, with a chiseled chin, jaw line and cheekbones resting just above the nostrils.
Special Abilities: The blasphemer carries with him a evil blade enchanted with foul magics that, according to the local sage, is called Kal'norc, the Blade Profane (+3 Unholy Power Bastard Sword). The fallen one has also shown a startling proficiency in the dark arts. While nowhere near comparable to the skill and ability of a true warlock, this power should not be underestimated (Lesser spellcasting).
Skills: The fallen one has displayed great proficiency in mounted combat (Riding), surviving wounds that would kill lesser men (Endurance) and, according to survivors, emanates a palpable air of authority (Leadership).
Character Background: As per your request my liege, I shall be brief. Kazaric was one of the finest knights the church had under its employ, and a hero to the people. Until recently, my investigation his ritualistic slaughter of half the monastery and defloweration of every female in residence proved incapable of answering the most important question; why? Two days ago however, I was browsing through the archives of what was left of the monastery's library and I came across a large tome that was apparently saved from the fire. It was an account of a recent heretical purge that took place no more than a few months ago. I would have passed it off as a mere curiosity if I had not seen the Blasphemer’s name among the list of knights chosen to escort the local clerics to the heretics’ place of worship. When I inquired about this expedition to the monastery’s priests and was surprised to learn that of the twelve Knights and six clerics that were dispatched to deal with the heresy only the Blasphemer returned, half-dead, with a strange marking on his chest, muttering incoherently about “her will” and “the sacrifice is incomplete”, and carrying a strange sword. He was put to bed and lay static for three days until waking, under the light of the full moon, grabbing his newfound blade and with a strength that the surviving priests can only describe as ‘demonic’ embarked on a rampage of slaughter, rape, and destruction. Butchering every priest and fellow knight he came across and using their blood to paint demonic sigils and ritual circles within the main chapel. After herding the surviving Sisters and serving girls into his makeshift ritual circle, he proceeded to violently rape and impregnate each one of them, causing them to give premature birth to demonic creatures that soon turned and devoured their mothers.
There is no question in my mind now that the Blasphemer is beyond the point of redemption. I beg you, my liege, to allow me pursue this heretical knight, for I fear that atrocities that occurred at the monastery are only the beginning of something much, much worse.
Your humble servant,
Inquisitor Gabriel Zernix