Lament of Lareth the Beautiful
His friends call him Larry. He doesn't have any friends...
His friends call him Larry. He doesn't have any friends…

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand


Lareth the Beautiful is both a powerful and eclectic servant of the divine forces. Earlier on in his life, he worshiped Lloth and Zuggtmoy. Not finding satisfaction with either blasphemous beauty, he turned his gaze to the Elder Elemental Eye. Lareth became an extremely fanatical cleric of this deity and, seventeen years ago, was at the fore of the Temple of Elemental Evil's rise. Dark prophets predicted his ascension at the right hand of their malevolent deity and that together they would cut a swath of destruction through the nearby Hommlet. He met his end when the Canoness caved in the right side of his skull with her holy mace. To his eternal sorrow, Lareth realized that the god he thought he knew was in fact a facade for Tharizdun the Destroyer. Unknown agents brought him back from the grave, but only as a mere shell of his former self. He now wanders the ghost city of Nulb, his once beautiful visage permanently disfigured. He speaks curtly with those unfortunate enough to encounter him, but will offer pertinent information (for a price). He threatened to kill the party next time they crossed paths, and given that his power once rivaled the Canoness', Lareth may well be able to act on his threat…

Opening text stolen from Coldplay's "Viva la Vida"
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