The Lore of Pyromancer Azar of Tartarus
Back in the days before Pyromancer Azar became known as such, he was simply the wizard Azar, a lonely, depressed soul with a perpetual death wish. Having grown weary of the miracle of life, one day he decided to end it all in one fell stroke. Azar went down to the local flea market, purchased a fancy gold goblet (because one must have style even in the hour of one's demise), bought a vial of basilisk venom, then went home, made himself a poison cocktail, and downed the whole thing in one gulp. In an ironic twist of fate, it turned out the cup he bought was actually a legendary Goblet of Immortality, and instead of dying, Azar became unkillable.
In the days that followed, Azar basically freaked out and tried every method under the sun to off himself: jumping off the highest tower in the Citadel, hiring thugs to stab him a million times with rusty shivs, stepping in front of an archmagus's Chain Lightning spell, eating some questionable pizza from Pyromancer Pete's Pizza Parlor, which is said to kill 1 out of every 2 customers. But nothing worked. In despair, the last thing he tried was to douse himself in oil and set himself on fire, but the only thing that accomplished was to imbue the flame with the Goblet's magic as well, so that it burned eternal. Now, instead of being an immortal human, Azar became an immortal flaming skeleton that's being burnt to a crisp over and over again...forever. Man, life sucks sometimes.
After a lot of counseling and therapy, Azar finally managed to come to terms with his suicide ideation and begin life anew with fresh perspective. He learned fire magic from Pyromancer Pete (and also the art of pizza making). He invested in a noncombustible cloak, boots, and gloves, because having every part of your body on fire is a bit inconvenient, plus being a flaming skull is much cooler than being a flaming entire skeleton. He even got himself a cat (for some reason cats love hanging out around him, probably for the warmth he emanates, the same reason they like to sleep by a blazing hearth). Plus, being immortal has its advantages: he was headhunted to be official food tester to the king, to work in the police bomb squad, as well as one enigmatic offer that he suspected came from a VERY hardcore BDSM brothel. For now, Azar is satisfied with his life being a pizza delivery man...he is good at his job, the tips are good, and pyromancy ensures the pizzas will never arrive cold!
Entered by: 0x3e17…7e9e and preserved on chain (see transaction)
