About Vuzi Ognok
Vuzi spent her entire life among the dead. Her first memories are of playing in the cemetery outside the destroyed village near the border of Utstalav and the Hold of Belkzen. Her village was raided by the Orcs until there was nothing left but Vuzi, and an old woman who managed to hide them both each time the Orcs came through. Zera used Vuzi to scavenge for food, and keep the firewood bin filled. Neither had another place to go to. Even if they had a place they didn’t have the means to make it out of that forgotten ruined village.
Things were quiet for a few years. It didn't’ stay that way. When she was fourteen the orcs came through again. There were a couple of stragglers after the main force. Zera and Vuzi just crawled out of their hiding spot in the cemetery, and the were caught. This time they killed Zera the old woman, and found Vuzi hiding among the gravestones.
Vuzi’s oracle skills came to life, and she raised a skeleton to protect herself. With Zera dead and the orcs aware there was someone left in the village not just the ghosts, Vuzi took a chance and left. She’s traveled south and west over the years. She takes adventurer jobs for money. She’s been a caravan healer. That job didn’t end well. In fact most of her jobs don’t end well. Too many people have issues with the dead suddenly walking again.
The best thing she has done was to take care of the bandit leader and his group that were terrorizing a small village just a few days away from Sandpoint. After completing that job she headed to Sandpoint to spend her gold, and heard a story in the Rusty Dragon about a Dungeon full of Graves on an Island in the Shackles. The items that might be found there intrigued Viza She’s been headed to the Shackles for the last several months.
She keeps growing strong in her necromantic arts, and finds herself with a sorcerous affinity for death. She’s picked up the craft of tattooing, and can make a good living at that. The Inns and Pubs along the coast have many opportunities to tattoo a sailor or two each night.
The half-orc has finally made it to the island where the Forest of Hope is, and heads toward the local pub in the port town.. A six foot tall half-orc woman wearing no armor enters the pub. Her body looks as if it could be wasting from a disease, but he hair is silky black and pulled into a neat bun at the back. Those who look closely will see a scorpion clinging to her clothing at the neckline. Her clothing is dark. She smiles but it isn’t a friendly smile. Her tattoos are evident. ”Anyone in need of a tattoo? I’ll trade one for information or you buying me dinner. Your choice.”
Broken statue 25GP
Arcane Familiar CR –
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