Thrylvox- The Death Slaad
He was once a man. That much we’re sure of. Then the skin cracked, and the teeth… there were too many. He spoke in backward prayers, and what he said… it’s still in my dreams.
Role in Its Society:
A Death Slaad is not born — it is forged. When a red or blue slaad matures unnaturally through arcane influence, it sheds both color and purpose, becoming a reaper of order. Thrylvox, however, did not wait to evolve — he hunted his own transformation, devouring dozens of his kin, mages, and spellcasters until his form collapsed inward and re-emerged as something primordial.
Now he moves not as a predator, but as a cleanser — an entity of erasure who sees infection not as chaos, but as a return to baseline: the void-before-form. Other slaadi avoid him, fearing his self-made authority. Aberrant cults paint his visage as a final judgment, calling him “The Maw That Remakes.”
Appearance Description:
Thrylvox is hulking, gaunt, and shrouded in semi-coagulated shadow. His once-red flesh has calcified into a cracked shell of ash-grey plates, beneath which coils a shifting inner light — like dying stars behind smoke. His face is stretched too wide, revealing row upon row of bone-white teeth, and his eyes burn with chaotic entropy: one red, one black, both filled with motionless hunger.
The air around him warps subtly, like a heat mirage of unmaking.
Backstory:
Thrylvox began as a particularly cunning blue slaad spawned during a chaos surge in the Sorrowind Pass of Eldervast, where elemental storms tear at the planar weave. There, he was summoned by a cabal of spellcasters attempting to bind entropy. Instead, he bound them — dissecting their knowledge and infusing himself with it.
After consuming his way through several schools of magic, he underwent an unsanctioned transformation. Now, unlike other Death Slaadi who follow instinct, Thrylvox has purpose: to reclaim the order-minds — those who channel the Weave, enforce balance, or resist chaos.
