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turned to rage. The Keepers scrambled to find
the person responsible, and make him pay dearly.
Clouds gathered overhead, and thunder
boomed in the distance. The orisha was barely
alive when Komozundu emerged from his hiding
place and into the deserted compound. He was
armed with a large blade as he approached the
Gazelle, its blood freely flowing on the ground
like water. The orisha's heart lay exposed, still
beating divine blood, but Komozundu had no
time to marvel at the dying creature this time. It
had to do "Its own" bidding.
With one clean swoop he cut off the
creature's head. As he picked the dismembered
head up from its grisly remains, thunder rumbled
loudly overhead. Lightning penetrated through
the thickness of gathering clouds. A radiant aura
enveloped Komozundu, as he slowly felt his
knowledge increase exponentially. Here it
seemed, was the fulfillment to his lifelong quest
for answers. The wisdom of a lifetime, indeed of
many lifetimes, was in his grasp.
This brief vision of heaven suddenly
ended with a spear that plunged into
Komozundu's heart. A Keeper had witnessed his
blasphemous ascension and never hesitated to
make the god-killer pay.
All the wisdom Komozundu had gained
from his murderous deed swiftly withered out of
him, and scattered like a fog throughout the land.
So near was he to his goal, yet he had paid the
ultimate price. He seethed in anger and
frustration, even in the face of death.
The Keepers did not deem Komozundu
worthy of a priestly burial; they threw his body
into the Karoo, where they hoped the elements
would do the rest. As for the Brass Gazelle, they
gave the lifeless orisha a lavish ceremonial burial
befitting a wise ancestor.
The Wrenching
But Komozundu did not die. Three
misty nights after the Keepers abandoned him in
the Karoo, he arose in undeath. Deep within he
sought vengeance against the Keepers, for
denying him his lifelong quest for inner power.
In the dark night he limped his way into the great
baobab tree. Using his knife he slew all the
Keepers in their sleep, his vengeance seemingly
fulfilled. He took the Gazelle's rotting head from
the shrine and poured his essences into it. In that
instant, he became more than undead: he had
become an abomination beyond what normal
forces could rarely comprehend.
Out in the vast wilderness, animals
groaned and howled in fear. That night, the mists
that usually settled on the flat earth drifted
outwards from the great baobab into the Karoo's
limits. A blood-red sunrise heralded Mubonyete's
entrance into the Demiplane of Dread.
Komozundu had been cursed to never truly
realize the true meaning of the true power from
within.
Current Sketch
To this day Komozundu still seeks the
inner power, which he wrongly thinks could help
him ascend further into higher levels of
consciousness. In his powerful undead state, he
inwardly believes that if searching for his answer
would take many lifetimes, then so be it.
The Keepers of the Brass Gazelle are no
more. With no orisha to guide them they became
the Collectors, undead like their lich master. The
oldest Collectors are actually the priests
Komozundu himself killed in a fit of vengeance.
People who Komozundu thinks may serve him
best also become one of them.
Every morning, Komozundu relays a
telepathic message to the Bone Collectors to
scour Mubonyete for the remains left over by his
prowlers. After the remains have been collected
in Kifiru, they are then brought to the Bone
Citadel for the lich to study.
Combat
In combat, Komozundu will never be at
the front lines. He would either send his
Collectors or his prowlers first. But when faced
with no other options, he would use the clerical
spells at his arsenal.
Special Attacks
Fear Aura (Su): Creatures in a 50-foot
radius looking at the lich must make a Will save
(DC 8) or be affected by fear, as cast by a
sorcerer of Komozundu's experience level.
Paralyzing Touch (Su): Any living
creature Komozundu touches must make a
Fortitude save (DC 9) or be permanently
paralyzed. The effect cannot be dispelled.