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The celebration in the Central Citadel was in full swing. The many sycophants of Aznar Thrul lay passed out or still engaged in various acts of debauchery. Expensive drinks, exotic food, and powerful attendees of incredibly diverse backgrounds crowded shoulder to shoulder to see and be seen by him. For indeed, it took a particularly ruthless and cunning man to rise from apprentice, to Red Wizard, to tharchion, and now - to zulkir!
Zulkir Aznar Thrul.
Zulkir by his own hand and through doing whatever it took to attain his power. He had risen from near ruin during the Salamander War, using those beneath him to take power and facilitate the removal of Mari Agneh and become Tharchion of the newly expanded Priador in her place.
Then, in a stroke of fortune, the previous zulkir of Evocation had been killed during the opening moments of what people were now calling the time of Troubles. He had cunningly manipulated the circumstances of that death, and used fellow evokers to his advantage, to secure his position as frontrunner for zulkir. Even before the first votes were cast, he had known that he would indeed be sitting in the evocation throne.
Now, moving through the celebration to honor the newest zulkir of Thay, Thrul passed his closest ally, High Priest Mythalanir of the Flaming Brazier who smiled at him and nodded, then turned back to the priestess of Sharess who was dancing nude in front of him and the former priest of Bhaal - Sharthane Zul. Zul’s abilities and his faith in his new god was undeniably powerful. He had already petitioned Thrul to open a large temple to the new god Cyric, and after rumors having spread of a large temple to Cyric already planned in Eltabbar, Thrul was simply waiting until after he had his moment before allowing Zul to begin work on a temple in Bezantur to the dreaded new god of strife, death, and the dead.
On a table nearby, his gaze fell to the very nice basket of fruit from Guildmistress Shabella the Pale of the Temple of Mask - sent to him for the second year in a row on the anniversary of Bezantur’s founding. He counted her too, among his allies - but trusted her even less than his enemies.
Speaking to the High Priestess Mylra of Loviatar’s Manor was Rhuna the Dark, one of the best tattoo artists in Bezantur. As she caught his eye, he had a passing thought of visiting her again now that he had even more enemies and need of her powerful magical tattoos.
High Priestess Alyssa of the Temple of Umberlee was entranced by some noble undergoing a painful and bloody dalliance with a devotee of Loviatar. He frowned as he thought of her involvement in calling forth a storm that sunk the Mulhorandi fleet sent to invade the Alaor, scuttling his plans and robbing him of the opportunity to recapture the Alaor in his name. He recalled her words when he angrily confronted her days after the sinking and scattering of the fleet, and explained just what her actions had robbed him of. Not all ventures end in climax, she calmly explained in the face of his wrath A fact known well to many women.
He still had to grin at her gall and the grin spread evilly as his thoughts turned toward more base desires and his prisoner in the nearby dungeon. He had no doubt he would be enjoying her for many years to come. Her continued attempts to resist the spells placed on her made her all the more fun to torment.
Seeing the young and intolerable Red Wizard Edwin Odesseiron making his way over to him, he decided upon a quick visit to her. He desired to see a noble being debased against her will as he scowled at Edwin before quickly turning and heading through the door to his private chambers and the dungeons. Behind him, he could hear Edwin cursing at his Thayan Knight 'simians' stationed at the door for refusing him entry to follow the new zulkir.
Thrul made his way to the dungeons and entered the cell designed to provide both a mixture of comfort and pain for its inhabitant. His prisoner lay in a deep magical sleep on her bed, oblivious to a man dressed in black, with a black mask covering his face, standing over her. Turning to Thrul, the man spoke in a harsh, raspy voice.
“Greeting zulkir, and congratulations. I am pleased our agents have served you so well in your campaigns to become tharchion and to become zulkir. You have much to be thankful for, but yet much to repay.”
Momentarily stunned by the man’s presumptive attitude and wondering just how he entered his inner sanctum, the new zulkir simply quirked a brow and opened his mouth to reply. The man’s black gloved hand raised to cut off the reply.
“But let me start with a proper introduction. I am known to my associates as the Masked One - at one time a Red Wizard very much like you. I long ago broadened my horizons and now I come to you representing a powerful organization based here in Thay. One with power and resources enough to surreptitiously see a Red Wizard to tharchion and zulkir, despite his claims of sole responsibility for his success.
“Through the use of our agents and other manipulation, we have helped raise you to where you now stand, and we wish to continue our alliance in a more forthright and beneficial nature between us. Work with us, advance our goals, and see your power continue to grow until all of Thay, and even your nemesis Szass Tam, bows at your feet.”
After a moment of silence, Thrul’s arrogant smirk emerged and then settled himself into a nearby chair. “Alright, I will hear you out,” he stated “But if the words that tumble from your masked lips are anything less than astounding, I assure you I will spend all of my now-very considerable power eradicating this so called ‘powerful organization’ of yours.”
“And then you would see, to your dismay, just how potent the force is that you would be meddling with,” whispered the Masked One in his harsh, raspy voice. “So to avoid that, let me tell you a little of the Shadows…”
And this concludes the summary of major updates and happenings that occurred within Thay over the course of events before and during the Time of Troubles. Thank you to all who participated in helping shape the details of the history behind these momentous events!
Zulkir Aznar Thrul.
Zulkir by his own hand and through doing whatever it took to attain his power. He had risen from near ruin during the Salamander War, using those beneath him to take power and facilitate the removal of Mari Agneh and become Tharchion of the newly expanded Priador in her place.
Then, in a stroke of fortune, the previous zulkir of Evocation had been killed during the opening moments of what people were now calling the time of Troubles. He had cunningly manipulated the circumstances of that death, and used fellow evokers to his advantage, to secure his position as frontrunner for zulkir. Even before the first votes were cast, he had known that he would indeed be sitting in the evocation throne.
Now, moving through the celebration to honor the newest zulkir of Thay, Thrul passed his closest ally, High Priest Mythalanir of the Flaming Brazier who smiled at him and nodded, then turned back to the priestess of Sharess who was dancing nude in front of him and the former priest of Bhaal - Sharthane Zul. Zul’s abilities and his faith in his new god was undeniably powerful. He had already petitioned Thrul to open a large temple to the new god Cyric, and after rumors having spread of a large temple to Cyric already planned in Eltabbar, Thrul was simply waiting until after he had his moment before allowing Zul to begin work on a temple in Bezantur to the dreaded new god of strife, death, and the dead.
On a table nearby, his gaze fell to the very nice basket of fruit from Guildmistress Shabella the Pale of the Temple of Mask - sent to him for the second year in a row on the anniversary of Bezantur’s founding. He counted her too, among his allies - but trusted her even less than his enemies.
Speaking to the High Priestess Mylra of Loviatar’s Manor was Rhuna the Dark, one of the best tattoo artists in Bezantur. As she caught his eye, he had a passing thought of visiting her again now that he had even more enemies and need of her powerful magical tattoos.
High Priestess Alyssa of the Temple of Umberlee was entranced by some noble undergoing a painful and bloody dalliance with a devotee of Loviatar. He frowned as he thought of her involvement in calling forth a storm that sunk the Mulhorandi fleet sent to invade the Alaor, scuttling his plans and robbing him of the opportunity to recapture the Alaor in his name. He recalled her words when he angrily confronted her days after the sinking and scattering of the fleet, and explained just what her actions had robbed him of. Not all ventures end in climax, she calmly explained in the face of his wrath A fact known well to many women.
He still had to grin at her gall and the grin spread evilly as his thoughts turned toward more base desires and his prisoner in the nearby dungeon. He had no doubt he would be enjoying her for many years to come. Her continued attempts to resist the spells placed on her made her all the more fun to torment.
Seeing the young and intolerable Red Wizard Edwin Odesseiron making his way over to him, he decided upon a quick visit to her. He desired to see a noble being debased against her will as he scowled at Edwin before quickly turning and heading through the door to his private chambers and the dungeons. Behind him, he could hear Edwin cursing at his Thayan Knight 'simians' stationed at the door for refusing him entry to follow the new zulkir.
Thrul made his way to the dungeons and entered the cell designed to provide both a mixture of comfort and pain for its inhabitant. His prisoner lay in a deep magical sleep on her bed, oblivious to a man dressed in black, with a black mask covering his face, standing over her. Turning to Thrul, the man spoke in a harsh, raspy voice.
“Greeting zulkir, and congratulations. I am pleased our agents have served you so well in your campaigns to become tharchion and to become zulkir. You have much to be thankful for, but yet much to repay.”
Momentarily stunned by the man’s presumptive attitude and wondering just how he entered his inner sanctum, the new zulkir simply quirked a brow and opened his mouth to reply. The man’s black gloved hand raised to cut off the reply.
“But let me start with a proper introduction. I am known to my associates as the Masked One - at one time a Red Wizard very much like you. I long ago broadened my horizons and now I come to you representing a powerful organization based here in Thay. One with power and resources enough to surreptitiously see a Red Wizard to tharchion and zulkir, despite his claims of sole responsibility for his success.
“Through the use of our agents and other manipulation, we have helped raise you to where you now stand, and we wish to continue our alliance in a more forthright and beneficial nature between us. Work with us, advance our goals, and see your power continue to grow until all of Thay, and even your nemesis Szass Tam, bows at your feet.”
After a moment of silence, Thrul’s arrogant smirk emerged and then settled himself into a nearby chair. “Alright, I will hear you out,” he stated “But if the words that tumble from your masked lips are anything less than astounding, I assure you I will spend all of my now-very considerable power eradicating this so called ‘powerful organization’ of yours.”
“And then you would see, to your dismay, just how potent the force is that you would be meddling with,” whispered the Masked One in his harsh, raspy voice. “So to avoid that, let me tell you a little of the Shadows…”
And this concludes the summary of major updates and happenings that occurred within Thay over the course of events before and during the Time of Troubles. Thank you to all who participated in helping shape the details of the history behind these momentous events!