Velgren Noquar, a dark and foreboding figure within the depths of the Underdark, stands as a sinister manifestation of elven malevolence. At a striking 6'3", he exudes an air of malevolent charisma. His handsome features, betrayed only by the cruelty in his violet-colored eyes, conceal a soul steeped in the forbidden arts of an Anti-Paladin and Necromancer. Cloaked in the somberness of black plate armor, Velgren Noquar embodies the shadows that lurk in the dark corners of the Drow society. The armor, as black as the abyss, serves both as a symbol of his allegiance and a formidable defense against those who would dare to challenge him. His long white hair, intricately braided in a warrior fashion, adds a touch of eerie elegance to his menacing presence. In his ruthless hands, Velgren wields an Elven bastard sword—a weapon that carries the legacy of his dark deeds. The blade, a sinister extension of his malevolence, seeks to carry out the will of Agrick, the blood God he fervently serves. Accompanying his wicked arsenal is a Drow crossbow pistol, a tool for swift and lethal ranged assaults, and two matching Elven scimitars, each an instrument of death honed to perfection. As an Anti-Paladin/Necromancer, Velgren is a practitioner of dark arts, blending unholy strength with the power to manipulate the forces of death. His malefic intentions are intricately woven into each incantation and strike, a testament to his unwavering dedication to Agrick, the blood God of the Drow. Velgren, once sought the shadows of deception by donning the guise of a surface elf. During this clandestine period, he skillfully disguised himself and apprenticed himself to the Elven Valishar Rhysanus. Under the guise of a devoted learner, Velgren delved into the arcane arts, absorbing the knowledge of wizardry directly from the venerable Valishar. Rhysanus, a master of ancient magic, unwittingly became Velgren's unwitting mentor, unknowingly imparting the arcane secrets that would later blend with the nefarious art of necromancy. Delving into old spellbooks from Rhysanus's extensive collection, Velgren uncovered the esoteric teachings of necromancy from a bygone era. The forbidden whispers of death and undeath began to entwine with his newfound wizardry skills, transforming Velgren into a practitioner of dark and forbidden arts. A crucial element of Velgren's deceptive facade was a magical mask of illusion, a formidable tool bestowed upon him by the sinister powers he served. This enchanted mask had the ability to veil his Drow visage and replace it with the appearance of a surface elf, down to the subtlest details of aura. With this perfect disguise, Velgren moved among the surface dwellers undetected, concealing the shadows that lurked within. As Velgren honed his magical abilities under the tutelage of Rhysanus, the dual nature of his education—blending wizardry and necromancy—brought him to the precipice of formidable power. The mask not only concealed his identity but also served as a key to infiltrate elven realms where his dark designs unfolded in the shadows, hidden beneath the illusion of benevolence. In this intricate dance of deception, Velgren Noquar seamlessly navigated the worlds above and below, maintaining the facade of a surface elf while harboring the malevolent secrets of necromancy within. The whispers of forbidden knowledge echoed through the layers of deceit, shaping Velgren into a formidable force that would one day bring the shadows to the forefront of his dark ambitions. Velgren's past allegiance to Nocticula, when she was still an evil goddess, speaks of his fluid loyalty to the malevolent forces that shape the Underdark. His sinister path is marked by an insatiable hunger for power and a willingness to delve into forbidden realms. Within the shadowed halls of the Temple of Agrick, Velgren Noquar is a feared and respected figure. His every action echoes with the dark whispers of his patron deity, weaving a tale of treachery, destruction, and the relentless pursuit of power. As a harbinger of doom, he stands as a living testament to the malevolent currents that flow within the twisted heart of the Drow society. |
