To Collect the gods
The bastard son of a cruel human slave-owner, Dastrious Hasard, and an elf slave, Azulai was raised from infancy by a community of Druids and Rangers of various species deep within the Forrest of Frey. He was taken from his mother by a raiding party from this same community when they attacked Hasard’s property in an effort to free his slaves, unfortunately their attack was ill timed and was made at the same time as a large company of soldiers was stationed near the Hasard’s plantation, in the ensuing battle most of the slaves were killed, including Azulai’s mother, and Hasard. Azulai was rescued at the very last second and taken with the party in its retreat. From the time he was old enough to understand where he is from and what he is, Azulai has hated humans with a passion that rivals the most vicious and bloodthirsty of orc warlords. As a result his drive to learn to fight and kill has always been paramount above little else. One of the few people who can distract him from his deranged frenzy of hatred when he sees a human is his companion, Feyiera, a druid of part-human ancestry of the same age, with whom he was raised. The two have traveled together for the better part of the last decade, raiding human installations and caravans whenever and wherever they find them. She is the voice of sanity that keeps him from doing monumentally stupid things when he sees humans, allowing him to utilize the better part of his rather formidable intellect to plan attacks and maneuvers while holding his hatred in check. Were it not for she, he probably would have thrown himself, despite his ample intelligence in other circumstances, howling death cries, at every human contingent he ever detected, meaning he would be dead many many times over by this point. Due to his somewhat rabid enthusiasm for combat, Azulai has developed a tendency for losing his grip on his swords, meaning that he frequently finds himself dodging around the battlefield in an effort to recover his weapons, again it is Feyiera who has saved him from death on numerous occasions thanks to her timely use of healing spells. When he was thrown off the cliff by the apparently not-as-dead-as-he-looked soldier, Azulai managed to wrestle his would be-assassin underneath him before they impacted on the rocks at the bottom of the waterfall, needless to say the human got the worst of it. After recovering from his concussion and cleaning the remains of the unfortunate trooper off of himself, Azulai recovered his weapons, which had ironically enough followed him in his impromptu river-rafting adventure, and set out to locate his dear Feyiera, unfortunately his knowledge of this particular section of the forest was essentially nonexistant, and he found himself wandering aimlessly. Eventually his meanderings found their way into a massive and rather unoccupied desert, unoccupied that is, except for whoever though to put a door in the ground, as well as a room with a passable, albeit small and rather odiferous, bed, where he and his recently acquired pet Jemima slept for an indeterminate amount of time, only to be awoken by a rather impromptu barrage of various implements, both bladed and organic, against his door. The only reason the pair’s recent separation did not result in Azulai’s death was his inability to find any humans. His staying with the now notorious “Apocalypse PWNIES” who halted the recent human assault is a result of the more intelligent part of his mind reasoning that the humans may be defeated by means other than brute force, namely he hopes that his efforts will weaken the human empire more subtly and decisively. The groups recent traversal into as yet unidentified woodlands has allowed his mind a break from his fanatical hatred, mostly due to the lack of humans, or encounters with humans that do not despise he and his companions on sight. As ever, he is devoted to Feyiera, he will protect her with his dying breath, though, as anyone will tell you, there’s a very good chance that she’ll wind up having to protect him since he’ll be scrabbling for a recently misplaced blade.