Wizward

Born under the light of a collasping star in the final death throws of a forsaken universe, Wizward was the last vestige of Illithid society. Begotten of a bargain with the void itself, he was less a man than he was a concept. The combined knowledge and wisdom of the remainder of the mindflayers left alive, the consciousness that would become known as Wizward was cast waywardly into the past by Adon himself. Appearing on the world of Arindain to a small colony of Illithids living beneath the planets surface, it first took the shape of an elder brain and spent many years brooding over its next move; then the dragons came. Death claimed the colony and with it the story of Wizward almost ended were it not for a young farm boy. The same fire that had claimed the mind had claimed the boy as well, but rather than consign them to their fate, Adon intervened. He offered the boy life, but at a terrible cost; forsake his mortality and take upon him the charge cast back in time from the end of all things. The demand was preservation, to divert the world from the path of destruction laid before it and the cost? Everything he ever was and everything he ever will be. From that day forward the boy would be known as Hauruch, fate in the dragon's tongue, and Wizward became a writhing mass within the recesses of his mind.