Anarion the betrayer
Human, Wizard lvl 30, possible lich Spiller: Kay Arne Innerdal
Anarion startet som player character i advanced dugneons and dragons 2 ed. Han forlot partyet sitt i Tzak Tzaroth og forrådte dem til den svarte dragen. Siden exp ble utdelt ut fra sett gull i tillegg til drepte momnstre i 2ed dinget han noe fryktelig ved å se drageskatten alene. Nedless to say var ikke Anarion med som pc lengre men ble NPC og har siden befolket Necaria som erkeskurk og av og til motvillig hjelper. Han bor/bodde i Castle Anarion nord i Vika voktet av enh liten hær av varulver og magiske steinstatuer. Her var det han ødela og absorberte kraften til de fleste magiske gjenstander i Necaria for å bruke det i en spell av episke proporsjoner som sperret gudene av fra prime. Han ble drept av sine tidligere kamerater Morfeus og Reddir med hjelp fra Astrat, Ugir, Azardu og Kezematarr i nevnte slott etter slaget ved Nefus pass. Han var da i kompaniskap med Altar Zios en ond trollmann tidligere spillt av samme spiller som også ble NPC. Senere tok Anarion, fremdeles i live? over makten i magikerbyen Magintairn sammen med en sprell levden Altar Zios (the wonders of resurrection). Der kjempet Morfeus, Reddir og compani nok en gang i mot ham og altar, eller rettere sagt klonene deres for å finne Azardu deres tapte klammerat (som viste seg å være i magen på en drage de drepte tidligere i eventyret).
”Yessss… power!” The dragons breath vizled through her teeth. “She promisssesss power!” The old black looked satisfied with herself. “And I were to get spells,” the blackclad magician demanded. His yellow eyes glimmered in the light from the dragonshoard. He had a greedy glint in his eyes, not for the gold though. It was the promise of power that was the real reason. The black dragon nodded slightly with her head “That issss correct».
Behind the bronzedoors in the back of the hall the assembled heroes looked at each other. “No!” Morfeus’ voice was strangled by the large minotaur laying his hand over her mouth. “Do not spoil this chance now ” his voice mumbled low, rasping trough his troth. Waylord would not be forgiving could he lay his hands on the blackclad magician out there who right then was bargaining for the reward of his betrayal of the party.
“And you say only one were killed by my might earlier?” Anarion nodded confirming. “Only the slowwitted kender though they got a rough beating.” Anarion looked slightly bored and more than eager to get over with this. He knew the black dragons were not the smartest of the evil dragons. He regretted to have to negotiate with someone so…slowwitted. It could have its advantages now and then, but the dragon was wasting time. “If I may say so O mighty one” it didn’t hurt to be forthcoming he would soon make the dumb lizard crawl, “they might not be so easy found if we dally any longer no matter how pleasant conversation it is.” He pulled his lips up slightly in what was to appear as a friendly smile, hiding the grimace of contempt.
“Now we don’t have any wizards left. Iris…well she could not have survived that. Loosing a scrubby kender is fine but loosing two magicians is not very practical though. Shan’t miss his company though.” Fuzball did for once look a little put back. “Risky business adventuring I tell ya! He will pay nonetheless.” It sounded more like a matter of fact than the wow it really was from Reddir. The dwarf brandished his axe glancing trough the glint between the two large back doors to the chamber, Waylord nodding gravely to the others words.
“They’re leaving no doubt looking for us. And there is a lot of gold down there. Say isn’t that a bag of holding laying there it do look like the one we already have?” The promise of all that treasure got Reddir in a better mood instantly. “I want to ask something of you Moffe…can I ask you of anything I want” he teased. Not very like him at all. Gold could have marvelous effects on the dwarven humor as long as you were not trying to steal it that was. In the large hall the tail of the dragon just left the room following the lead of Anarion the Betrayer, now High Commander and Magius of the evil army.