Dark Cosmic Fantasy: Dark Arts Master, Arlon Morlakan

Arlon Morlakan was born under an eclipse in the city of Velkaris, a place where the sun’s light rarely touched the ground. His mother, a healer, and his father, a royal scholar, hoped their son would inherit their compassion and intellect. Instead, from childhood, Arlon was haunted by whispers — unseen voices calling from the spaces between life and death.

He showed an uncanny talent for the arcane, mastering spells far beyond his years. But when his village was ravaged by plague, and his parents died in agony despite his power, something within him broke. He turned from the light of healing and swore that no force — divine or mortal — would ever again dictate the fates of those he loved.

Arlon’s pursuit of knowledge led him deep into The Catacombs of Thal’Ren, where he uncovered the Obsidian Tome — a relic said to have been penned by the first lich-king. It whispered secrets that could twist the fabric of reality. Arlon read every word.

He learned to drain life to fuel his spells, to bind spirits into his service, and to command shadows as extensions of his will. The process left his body scarred and his soul tethered to the void, but it granted him power that no mortal mage could rival. His once-dark eyes turned silver-white — not from blindness, but from seeing too much.

Centuries later, Arlon endures — ageless, powerful, and burdened by regret. He no longer seeks dominion but understanding. The dark arts are not evil in his eyes, only misunderstood — the other side of the same coin as light.

He now acts as a teacher to the desperate and the damned, offering guidance to those who dare to walk the line between salvation and damnation. His presence is heralded by a faint scent of ash and the flicker of shadow where no light should be.

Those who look into his eyes see not malice, but endless wisdom — and a sorrow that not even eternity can er

ase.