When the sun's rays fade behind the tall trees and smog, the castles stand dark and foreboding, housing both high and low figures that flow roam the city. A peak in magical knowledge gave rise to the lingering hands of darkness, as Rygaron the Conju...
The wooden thorns are adorned with black leaves and peek through the sunlight as the world sleeps unaware. A warm hand rests by the tower, eyes scanning the darkness for potential threats. She leaves the wooden railing and returns to her comfort in the middle of a field filled with spell books, tables, and seats. There, a fire blessing, lit by her ancestors a thousand years ago, provides warmth that cannot be extinguished except by Ikar's potion.
Ikar, also known as the mad chemist of the Kingdom of Styga, never left his chamber. He didn't like to talk to anyone, even the gods. He was passionate about mixing tree and flower saps, rainwater, river water, tears of demigods, monarch's sweat, animal blood, and other fluids to create potions using his chemical instruments and spells. His potions, known worldwide, were used by warriors in need of a wizard's whisper and contributed to numerous victories in his kingdom.
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In the telling of Lisa the Observer, he abuses himself with a potion made from the blood of a wild Bearsaur in the thick forest of Kelgar. The beast that is known to surge its blood to boil grants them agility that is never seen before, even outrunning the greatest war horse in the realm. The effect of his creation brightened his curiosity, and despite the risk away from his knowing, Ikar drank, injected, and bathed in the potion of Ursa and went mad. Lisa's spy wrote to the note; before he leashed out of his nest, the potion killed his sanity and cruelty surged to his blood. He bit his hands with his sharpened fangs, and the spikes of hair grew to make him scream, his body got enlarged and his pores leaked a black liquid, and he used the strength to tear all his spellbinding papers to shreds, eating the torn pieces of his work like a feral dog. He forced his chamber guard to eat the clutter before leaving the gates.
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His insanity reaped its way from his chamber and killed people by biting and slashing the innocent with his grown fang and claws. The blood of the innocent bathed the city floor, and the meats of the dead people he killed decayed so quickly that even the watchers never saw the traces of their bodily existence. The knights that went through his madness instantly got killed by his blow, and the arrows that rained upon the mad chemist shattered when they touched his skin. Ikar was killed by the wounded chamber guard using his longsword from the back, the blade went through his heart and the monster ceased to growl, and died. The guard's loyalty to the master of potions made him stroke the cold white steel into his stomach and follow him to his death. He was once a human, but his passion turned him into a hideous monster against his will.
