Nazariah

Nazariah is a mummy lord studded with sapphires tasked with resurrecting the Lord of Lords. The sapphire form he is first found in allows him to work with the radiant energy used in the revival. Six yuan ti were knotted together at the tail and their blood spilled to give the Lord of Lords the strength necessary to break the chains on the sarcophagus they are trapped in.

Nazariah was defeated by an adventuring party before completing his ritual, with large help from Wednesday the necromancer who refused to die only to be revived in his service so she elected instead to detonate special flasks in her kit which happened to cave in the chamber.

The mummy lord's heart was not destroyed so he will rise again, much to the Archdruid of the Oasis's dismay. Nazariah's heart still beats but now with an unrealized love for a certain kenku monk that showed him the first love he had experienced since well before the fall.

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In his youth, Nazariah was a human bard. He was beautiful and strong with such lovely musical talent he earned his way to royal halls. The lovers he would take did not seem him as a person but only as a celebrity trophy, except for one. This person treated him with tenderness and affection but became wildly jealous then paranoid and attempted killing Nazariah in his sleep. This unfortunately ended in Nazariah fatally but accidentally striking his lover in self defense.

From then on, his music took on a haunting sadness that would invite the creeping chill of death into the bones of listeners. None of his usual audiences would pay for him to sing. On the contrary he was forced out of towns. Starving and unable to care for himself in the wilderness, he readied his own funeral rites. In a shallow grave lined with flowers, he sang his final song: a summary of his brief life and what he would give to live anew. As the last words left his lips he laid down and waited for death to take him.

A thin bony hand pulled him from the grave. Upon opening his eyes, Nazariah was terrified. The bony hands moved to cradle the starved musician and wordlessly carried him away, the figure offering no explanation, the bard too horrified to know more.