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Full name: Agradar, son of Chamdar (Asharak)
Race: Murgo
Title(s): The Zealot (in the prophecies)
Birthplace: Rak Goska, Cthol Murgos
Base of operation: Rak Zemlya now, recently the hidden dungeons of Ashaba
Prime enemies: The Rivan Line for killing his father, Anyone closer to KA
than he
Eyes: Black
Hair: Black
.
Chamdar had six sons and no daughters. The eldest, Agradar, was a teenager when young Garion burned him to cinders. This snapped Agradar's young mind, and he became obsessed with replacing his father as a High Grolim serving Dread Torak. Agradar took his five younger brothers with him into training at the temple in Rak Cthol, and they were unmatched in Religious fervor and Grolim might. They stayed in the tample day and night meditating always, only venturing out when commanded by their elders. Years later, they felt called by an unknown power to northern Mallorea. As they passed through Mal Zeth, the Day of the Choice passed, and word was spread that Eriond was the new god of the Angaraks and of the whole world. Agradar and his brothers tore off their robes in despair, yearning for the return of Torak or someone sent by Torak. They fled naked up into Ashaba, as they felt called, and secluded themselves into the deepest darkest basement of the palace. Agradar led the brothers into several decades of pure prayer and will-release, prone flat on their faces on the hard stone, begging and pleading for Torak's return, or for one sent from Torak.
As posted on the Day of Ka's Ascension:
Darkness...darkness...and further deep, cold darkness. So very much time must have passed by now. Years...tens of years...there is no way to judge. The dank, cold darkness persists. And still I wait.
My petition, my prayer, my constant yearning has still yielded me nothing. Those with me, my five servants, arrayed on the hard stone here in the cold depths of this Sacred Place, are steadfast in their determination. They have placed themselves with me here as an act of faith, and together we continue to pray. To wait. To reach out with all of our will towards the one who can bring us forth once again.
Months...years...decades...all flit by unnoticed. We do not age, we do not eat, we do not pause in our petition. Our meditation is perfect...our discipline unmatched. What power sustains us, even I do not know. Perhaps it is this Place, rich with the ancient memory of Him, that keeps us. The constant outpouring of will, the constant prayer and yearning, have strengthened our minds, however. We are as one consciousness as we lay here, flat on our faces, naked and motionless on the cold stone floor of Ashaba.
Praying for the return of our god, Torak. Praying and reaching out with our will towards the heavens for every minute of every day since the false god Eriond was elevated at the time of the Choice.
We know that our master will heed our prayers. Or we will die waiting. He will either return, or send us another to carry out his will.
And Eriond will be destroyed.
Father would have been proud. He was one of the greatest servants of Torak to ever walk the earth. And now his six sons have committed themselves to doing nothing until an answer comes.
And the years roll by...
Until the darkness is pierced by a ray of faint red light. It grows stronger, and stronger still, until this lowest chamber in the palace of Ashaba is awash in deep, blood-red light. For the first time in dozens of years, our collective will is relaxed, and I allow my body to move from my prayer position.
I regard the hot bloody light with a growing sense of pure joy. The answer has come. THE ANSWER HAS COME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OUR LORD HAS HEARD US!!!!!!!!!!!!
OUR LORD HAS HEARD US!!!!!!!!!!
The words come spilling out of my mouth unbidden as I rise to my feet for the first time in dozens of years. I remark momentarily at how easy it is...there is no stiffness, no pain, whatever power drew us here at the day of the Choice has sustained us beyond just survival. My body is stronger than it ever was before, my mind sharp and clear. THE ANSWER HAS COME!!
My brothers have risen behind me, and I turn to behold them. Joy is etched upon their faces. Their prayers have been answered.
Then I notice the changes in them. All of the hair on their heads has fallen off, including their eyebrows and eyelashes. Their skin is paper white, and in the red glow they look like men carved out of solid blood. But that’s not the most suprising part.
Their eyes were gone.
Where my brothers dark, slanted, Murgo eyes had been, there was nothing but flat, unwrinkled skin. No lids, no hint of where their eye sockets used to be remained. They did not seem to notice this change at all, as their faces beamed at the now pulsing red glow that lit up the depths of Ashaba.
And so I reached up and felt my own head. It was perfectly hairless. Smooth as silk. I slid my hands down and felt absolutely nothing where my eyes had been.
But I saw my hand before my face, even as I felt the hard bone of my skull that had filled in where my eyes had been.
Miraculous. Surely we have been chosen to carry out the will of Torak, having been given these gifts. I could only wonder what other great powers would revealed in us when we found the source of this sign of the red glow.
I turned my thoughts toward the glow, and my non-sight was carried half a world away...a city in the plains of Zemlya...not far from where I was born, actually. There we would find the True Lord of the Angaraks.
"My brothers...", I say in a near whisper, "Our time has come. We have been strengthened in will and in body, and gifted by this non-sight which I foresee will bring great honor to Torak...or to whomever Torak has sent us. We must away to the Plains of Zemlya, and prostrate ourselves at the altar of this ONE who has come to us. Come, Churik, Aldrokar, Chimron, Abrolok, and Ctuvik. Our time is now."
"Yes, Lord Agradar, our Elder and brother," they replied in unison. They each willed a black robe onto their naked bodies, drew the hoods over their heads and down over their faces.
"In the name of Torak, and in the name of our slain father, Chamdar, let us go and serve our Master!" Agradar then led the eye-less grolims out into the world.
Note: After the acceptance from KA, Agradar and his brothers were changed back to their original features.