Rolomag

the worst terrible awful terrible man vile disgusting degenerate bastard...<3

Reclusive sorcerer who has devoted his life solely to magic; so much so that he artificially extended his lifespan to prolong his studies. Started mainly working in blood magics, which have since fallen into obscurity, and even though Rolomag rarely uses blood nowadays he still laments the loss of the art. Having lived for many centuries he came to know many of the old masters and held a lot of uncharacteristic respect for them. Holds a bitter resentment for modern sorcery, claiming them to be meaningless and nothing more than petty parlour tricks; however, like the bastard he is, Rolomag still studies and uses them. Due to their reliance on faith and gods, he is incapable of performing most healing magic, though he considers this no great loss as healers are generally looked down upon in magical communities.  He "misses the good old days of alchemy and demonic warfare," whatever that means.

Unrepentant serial necrophiliac and murderer. Irritable and prone to outbursts of both physical and verbal abuse, making him highly unpleasant to be around.

Due to his concerning fuckings, the current magic council confiscated Rolomag's magical ability and kicked him out of the country. Roloamag's punishment was only *really* a slap on the wrist and the whole affair kept quiet, but it was more than enough to leave him seething. He's now journeying back to the council's HQ to deliver what is absolutely definitely not a bomb :)

Reluctantly admitting to himself that wandering back into hostile territory while unable to defend himself isn't the best idea, hijacks Callahan's party to act as a convoy. Comes to regret this when he realises he can't stand anyone in the group. Especially hates Callahan. The blight of his life.

He smells awful. like decade-old garbage and death.

Rolomag music: https://youtu.be/TsgmgwB7mY4