He's a bad boy, and i got a story for him...


Zerexis was a Roaming wizard back in the year 1470, In his travels he was searching for one thing, the All powerful Spellbook of Neyeract, with it he could attain ultimate power, surpassing the likes of even Merlin, Knowing this he set off in his quest to find it, But on his way he heard rising word about a Staff that could Increase his power over twice it's level, making his spells much more powerful, When he heard this he drooled (literally) over the possible power level he could attain. Now with the staff on his mind he set off to get it from It's rumored location, the forests of the Damned. Like the many Wizards who ventured here before him he was blinded by greed, unaware of what lies ahead he charged into the cursed woods.
Soon after he charged in did he realise the dangers of the forest, for the fog was so thick that he could barely see his own hands and all around him he heard spinechilling noises. but soon after this he regained his focus and charged into the fog. An hour into the forest he finds himself running from a band of undead archers and footmen, It was too late when he realised that he had hit a dead end. It was the end of his quest if not for his magical prowess, you see Zerexis Has always been gifted with magic, ever since he was a kid he was able to summon fireballs, although small they would lead into his eventuall survival. After dealing with the undead he summons a map to see where he is, and would you belive it, he was right ontop of the location of the staff, it was up the mountain from here. After scaling the mountain he entered the cave where the staff was located. In the cave sat a lich, his staff in his hand, his cold dead gaze locked on him. A chill ran down Zerexis's spine as the lich stared him down. Zerexis regains his composure and charges the lich down, Only to be stopped by the lich's levitation.
The lich brings him to him as his laugh seems to surround him "Foolish young Wizard, Coming for my staff only to die like all the others who came before you" The lich said as he began to restrict zerexis's breathing. Feeling that he only had one chance to survive, he channeled all of his magic energy into one spell, A hellfire blast. This spell makes the lich fall out of his throne due to the sheer force alone, and as his staff flies out of his hand Zerexis quickly seizes it in a levitation and brings it to himself. "Foolish little one, you know not of the power of the staff, and the madness it brings" The lich said with his feeble last breath before he died. Not paying the lich any mind he grabbed the staff, And once his hand made contact his entire body began to burn, the staff's power surging through him feels like hellfire through his body as he falls to his knees but soon after he stands up with the staff's help and exhales, his previously blue eyes now a blood red, his entire pants, coat and hat looking as if they'd been singed by fire, turning black as a smile spreads across his face. Upon exiting the cave he takes a deep breath and sets
off to aquire the Spellbook of Neyeract.