Ozmar's Domain

It had been a long time since Ozmar had to look in the mirror to take stock in himself. THis was one of those times where a man no matter how old begins to wonder what he is worth. It seemed like ages since he'd seen a youth look back from the mirror. The ages merged together since his death. Even when the rotted flesh peeled from his bones leaving nothing but skeletal remains he was able to see himself. No the story was different.

As he stood there filing through the memories in his head, he remembered days of his youth where he and his love would wander the lands hand in hand helping those in need. He remembered his life was hers. Then he remembered the day that he realized true evil. It was the day they took his wife from him. The sorrow that filled him eventually corrupted his heart. With this corruption came the infusion of dark magic. With his newly found strength he set out to stand against those who held him down for so long. It was with the Infernal Order that he found a common brotherhood. Through time he pledged his power and soul to the brood.

Looking away from the mirror he realized that whether or not he wore the badge, he was at heart loyal to his lord and master. Even though his only remains were that of a robed skeleton his power proved to be great. Only outlived by a handful of mortals, his power remained strong. His determination and knowledge of the arcane made him a formiddable opponent.

And with this realization came the pledge to himself, that he would study more and learn how to modify his current arsenal of spells to suit his needs. Thus Ozmar was reborn once again.