Satureon's/Prizma's/Vial's bio:Dull thoughts haunted him in his cage…Everything seemed so slow and crystallized… As scary ghosts in a broken, tortured mind… No sleep, just awareness…Everything was so fulfilled on that day, when he awoke…She was near to him and their kingdom of bliss seemed so idyllic… But the far distance called him to defend their realm: evil was near to ruin their fabulous kingdom, to burn all forest, eat all happy families, and turn to slaves every survivors… The sacrifice was necessary… needed to leave, and walk away from that happy, powerful, and peaceful moment…
Whispered, when he looked back his sleeping wife: „ Forgive me honey, i need to do just for us… to save our innocent babies’ future…”No bliss, just victory…The war took so long… Countless bodies, limbs and heads perished on the ground… That elven holy ground soaked too much blood through near 30 years struggle against evil demons. The sky turned to blood, the ground dried, and almost all water perished…
Almost everything lost, but he destroyed the leader of the evil legions in a fatal moment…
… he not felt bliss in that victorious moment… just felt the weight of so much wasted years, and unbearable pain which infected his heart… No peace, just change…… the war not finished with the leader’s death… evil legions not stopped through the next half year… he tried to find the source, before his realm perishes forever… Finally he solved the wicked puzzle of treachery…No anger, just balance… He stood again at the entrance of their realm. Tried to find the balance amongst his confused thoughts… The truth was unbearable, and the anger danced on the border of the necessary balance against madness… He stood at a cold snowy and wicked mountain-realm… Somebody changed the weather permanently there…He knew, he will lose his personality if eradicate the main source of the war… he will never be the same again… but the balance required that…No fire, just cold iron… He almost ruined, when saw again his wife. But he not felt fire anymore… the truth perished the burn from his heart and brung coldness… his heart was frozen at that moment…No charm, just sanity…His wife wasn’t fast enough, when wanted to spread him with her deadly poison, which came from her body with her blood too… he turned her to stone, and her wondered face embedded forever on her statue through her shady forever-bride veil… 8 legs and scorpion tail eventuated a really wonderful and grotesque statue… The real leader of the evil legions imprisoned forever with their realm and with her husbands heart…
Something suddenly missed him, and turned him to a raging monster: destroyed everything with his deadly spell-vortex, after he casted imprisonment on the statue, and grabbed a small amount from her missed spite… The elven warlord finally fell: ate the poison on his last sunset… No loss, just past… The poison burnt through his veins and receptors, he fell down from the mountain, and arrived to the icy, cold and frozen water… the deep lake slowly imprisoned him for almost thousands of years, and eased his unbearable pains… He lost everything, but the past faded the loss, and erase so much harmful thing…No impossible, just possible… Mechanical creatures explored him in a huge icecube in a dark cave… They warmed the ice, and carefully saved the body for their mad ruler, but they yelled and destroyed their lord in a very destructive fight to avoid the catastroph in Stormreach: an evil immortal lich with more greedy power. All warforged gave their mechanic life for the new hope, that might be bring balance in Stormreach again… Finally his soul found the way-back from the long inprisonment, and awaken in the ruined cavern… Every movement held maddening pain, but he created telekinetically a warforged warrior from the fallen warforged-bodyparts, and added his last lifepower to transfer his soul in the body… and saved his original (strangely changed) body…The transfer was just partially successful: he lost his all magic power and his mind. No death just eternity… He gave the Saturus name to his new body, then he improved… … and at last he gained a crumb of his original magic power as Satureon, which was enough to use different rare and expensive materials, devices, and city-contacts to renew secretly his original, but infected body… He defended permanently his mind with prismatic lights, and strong seals, to avoid his fate.The city known him as Satureon, the leader of War Factory and Prism… … but hes hiding as Prizma/Vial, the soulsharer and the leader of the Shade Lords of Prism, scolar of the ancient secrets… he has a gateway between mage and priest knowledge... his shattered elder secret...One day he will gain back all of his power, with all of the pain, and anger… … and he hopes, he gathered enough allies to stop himself, when the time will arrive…Dull thoughts haunted him in his new cage…Everything seemed so slow and crystallized… As scary ghosts in a broken, tortured mind…