Long ago, in an age before time itself was fully known, there existed a kingdom called Ethrane - a land cloaked in mists and forgotten by most. Ethrane was a place of unimaginable beauty, its skies forever bathed in the colors of the dawn, and its seas shimmered with iridescent hues that reflected the stars above. Its people were gifted, wise, and peaceful, living in harmony with the magical forces that flowed through the land. But, as with all things of great beauty, Ethrane was not without its darkness.
In the heart of the kingdom, among its towers and lush gardens, there was born a child whose beauty surpassed all others. His name was Zarek. His hair was the color of midnight, eyes the green of deep emeralds, and his skin seemed to glow with an ethereal light. It was said that when he walked through the streets of Ethrane, flowers bloomed in his wake, and the winds whispered his name. From an early age, Zarek was not just a figure of beauty but also of great power. He possessed an extraordinary affinity with magic, one that went beyond the mere spells and incantations known to the greatest of sorcerers. Zarek was a Warlock, but unlike any other.

Under the tempestuous sky, Morgoth embodies the essence of darkness, his imposing figure radiating power amid the flashing lightning. The atmosphere crackles with energy, reflecting the tumultuous depths of his character.
Unlike most of his kind, who sought to wield magic to conquer or control, Zarek sought only to understand it. His thirst for knowledge led him deep into the ancient texts, to forgotten realms, and to the very core of magic itself. He would often disappear for days, returning with new powers, and each time he did, his beauty seemed to intensify, as if his connection to the arcane deepened the more he learned.
The people of Ethrane adored Zarek, but there was one fear that lingered in their hearts - a fear that he was too powerful, that he might one day unearth something that could destroy them all. There were whispers in the shadows, rumors of an ancient and forbidden magic hidden deep within the kingdom's vaults, a magic that could give one who possessed it the power to reshape the very fabric of existence. This magic, however, was bound by a terrible curse - those who sought it out would lose not only their humanity but the very essence of their soul.
Zarek, though, remained undeterred. The mysteries of the arcane called to him like a siren's song, and the more he learned, the more he became consumed by his desire to unlock the deepest secrets of the universe. He began to experiment with the forbidden magics, practicing in secret, delving into the darker corners of his power. His beauty, once the envy of all, began to twist - his once-perfect features grew sharper, more unsettling, as though the magic he sought had begun to change him from within.
Then, on the eve of the great celestial alignment, when the stars themselves seemed to pause in the sky, Zarek made his fateful choice. Driven by the lure of forbidden knowledge and the desire to transcend the mortal realm, he unlocked the last and most dangerous secret of the ancient texts. He sought the power of the lost kingdom - a realm said to exist beyond the borders of reality, where time flowed differently, and the very laws of nature were bent to the will of those who dared to enter. The lost kingdom was said to be the birthplace of all magic, the source of everything that had ever been created or destroyed.

Ravenor's blue cloak and glowing wand are symbols of his arcane power, ready to channel the lightning that crackles with untapped magic.
With his spell cast, Zarek vanished from Ethrane, his body consumed by the magic he had invoked. The kingdom fell into chaos. Without its Warlock, without the balance he had brought, the land began to wither. The skies darkened, the seas turned black, and the once-great civilization of Ethrane crumbled into ruin. Yet, there was no trace of Zarek, no sign of where he had gone, or whether he had returned to the lost kingdom he sought.
Centuries passed, and Ethrane became a mere legend, a ghost story told by travelers and scholars. Yet the tale of Zarek - the Warlock who sought to unravel the very fabric of existence - lived on. Many claimed to have seen him, his beauty unchanged, walking the ruins of the lost kingdom, forever trapped between worlds. Others spoke of a shadowy figure with eyes like molten gold, whose presence could warp reality itself. It was said that if one could find Zarek, they could ask him anything - seek the answers to the deepest questions of the universe - but at a price.
For Zarek, now known as the Shadow Warlock, was not a man anymore. His quest for ultimate power had come at the cost of his humanity. He was both part of the lost kingdom and yet not. The magic he had sought had fractured his soul, leaving him an eternal prisoner in a place where time held no meaning. It was said that once, a great hero - a mighty king - had ventured into the ruins of Ethrane, seeking to find Zarek and free him from his torment. But the king never returned, and it was believed that Zarek had offered him a choice: to become his servant in the lost kingdom or remain a king in a world that had forgotten him. The king, drawn by the Warlock's beauty and power, had chosen the former. And so, he too was lost.

In the tranquil beauty of snow-covered grounds, this lone figure symbolizes bravery and determination, bathed in the soft glow of winter, caught between the tales of the past and the adventures of the present.
But there were other rumors. It was said that those who ventured into the forgotten realms might be able to find Zarek - not as a man, but as a force of nature, an embodiment of all the magical potential the world could hold. Some believed that by unlocking the final secret of Zarek's fate, they could bring Ethrane back, or at least reclaim the lost kingdom itself. Yet others feared that to do so would release an ancient evil that had been bound to the kingdom's destruction.
To this day, Zarek remains a mystery, a myth, a warning. The Warlock who sought to transcend mortality and found himself forever bound to a realm lost to time, his name etched into the very fabric of magic. His beauty, once admired by all, is now a symbol of the terrible price that must be paid for seeking power beyond one's understanding. The legend of Zarek endures, and perhaps one day, someone will venture into the forgotten kingdom, seeking answers, or perhaps seeking to claim the lost power of a once-great Warlock.
But beware, for in the land of the lost kingdom, time has no master, and Zarek is both prisoner and king. And those who seek him might find that some mysteries are better left undisturbed.