Balthaar the Vile

*"BANG!" The sound of the iron panel, lined with razor sharp spikes, slams into the ground. You yank the edge of your cloak, tearing it from where it's pinned by the deadly trap. "That was too close!" You mutter to yourself, as you continue down the dimly lit passage. You had always prided yourself on your ability to spot traps before triggering them, but this ancient fortress was proving a trial even for you. You knew that somewhere deep within this dark and desolate place, known only as "The Underkeep," an evil sorcerer was lurking. Tales of his evil and depravity were known all across the land. As were the rumors of the marvelous treasures and priceless artifacts he had amassed over the 700 years of his unholy life. You shook off the nerves that had snuck their way into your chest and continued on, eager to make a name for yourself by accomplishing what many had failed to do before you...