ID: C.AC.2.026

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Name: Aerzwer Hzwegen
Alias: Divine interpreter of the wyrm
Race: Dober
Status: Alive
Gender: It
Height: 10.4ft
Weight: ~800llbs
Age: 200-600
Home Region: Arkhan

Affiliation: Bleeding Three Wyrms Military (Dim-Karcosa)
Occupation: Waiar-zwhaer'skezwet
Mate(s): N/A
Descendants: N/A
Ascendants: N/A

Aerzwer Hzwegen

Overview

Aerzwer, the Waiar-zwhaer'skezwet. Aerzwer in its younger years was troubled. In and out of Dim-Sanatoriums for various issues. Alcoholism, emotional exhaustion, depression, long term feelings of Langar and Kilhia. Exhausting was its existence, tiring was it to deal with. A mess swarmed with visions and hallucinations, Aerzwer failed to find much work. Instead becoming an agoraphobic recluse. Too scared of the sunlight to function, instead rarely wandering when night fell. It was on these trips that Aerzwer would climb the mountain up to the Dim-Cathedral slowly and surely. Going further each trip until it could enter the grounds. Of course it was apprehended more than once, but visions and fate drove it to try again and again. Eventually, did Aerzwer sneak past the cathedral and up the mountain to where the Haze breaks. Then low to where the old Waiar-zwhaer'skezwet sat, Arsklø-Klera. The two would converse and Aerzwer be sent away, yet noted as a successor.

But as the old Waiar-zwhaer'skezwet grew sick grew frail. Did he send for Aerzwer, who was dragged from its house and brought before a council. The agoraphobic Dober reacted poorly, but was eventually coerced into taking part in a ritualistic consumption of drugs. And as it tripped and experienced the full onslaught of various deliriants, as Arsklø-Klera overdosed, did Aerzwer clamber and stumble, toddle and trip, but ascend the mountain it did. Finding the cave of the Wyrm, did Aerzwer stumble inside. Bearing witness to their god: The Bleeding Threewyrm. And in that moment did the visions coalesce, did they simmer and die down, did they finally calm. The Wyrm did not strike down Aerzwer, and instead whispered a name: Hzwegen.

And so did Aerzwer Hzwegen make its way back down the mountain. Ignoring the fallen body of Arsklø-Klera. Addressing the Herrunner did it speak, “The Wyrm Chose Me.” And so it was that Aerzwer Hzwegen was dressed in fine attire. Allowed to wear blue to mirror the sky the Haze obscures. For as the Waiar-zwhaer'skezwet, only it is blessed with the ability to see through the veil, see through the Haze. Only it can forever see the sky, see the visions with new clarity, see through the drugs it takes, and painfully, see the life it could have lived should fate had been kinder.