Shabanaz

In the shadowy recesses of a forgotten cave, where the whispers of the earth echo through ancient stones, there stands Shabanaz, a lizard folk who has become a legend of darkness. Centuries ago, he was a mere wanderer, lost and desperate, calling out to any god who would listen. The dark god answered, but the price was steep. His once vibrant scales are now etched with runes of power, glowing with an ominous light that dances across the cave walls. His eyes, once filled with fear, now hold the cold, calculating gaze of one who has seen the abyss and returned. The dark shirt he wears is tattered and worn, a testament to his trials, while the scarf around his neck is a grim reminder of the shroud that nearly claimed him. A belt of enchanted metal, adorned with runes that pulse with dark energy, clinks softly at his waist, a relic of the power that now courses through him.Shabanaz is no longer the creature he once was; he is a warrior of the shadows, a necromancer whose very presence commands both fear and respect. His voice, a deep rumble that seems to come from the depths of the earth itself, carries the weight of centuries and the secrets of the dark. To encounter Shabanaz is to confront the darkness itself, to feel the chill of the abyss and the allure of power that defies comprehension.