Risqruel Drath, a name that conjured images of cunning and agility, spent his early years among the trees of the Endless Valley in the Great Underlands. Known for his quick hands and an insatiable appetite for luxurious treats and shiny trinkets, his adventures were legendary… at least in his own mind. They often involved the “liberation” of the finest nuts and trinkets from the wealthy inhabitants of the forest, justifying his actions as a “redistribution of excessive wealth” back to himself.

Risqruel’s curiosity and mischief got him into big trouble the night he attempted to steal a powerful faerie rune carved into the bark of a sacred tree by the brownie sorcerer, Mossog. Believing it to be a treasure map to the largest cache of nuts ever hidden, Risqruel slipped past the sleeping brownie and tried to free the rune.

But the rune activated, and its faerie magic poured into Risqruel, awakening in him intelligence and magical prowess that surpassed that of a mere squirrel. Unfortunately, it also awakened Mossog, who attempted to strip Risqruel of the rune's powers, a process that involved the loss of a great deal of blood and the removal of entrails.

Preferring to keep his innards within his body, thankfully, Risqruel fled into the rainforest. However, with his newfound intelligence came an awareness that there was more to life than collecting nuts and trinkets. And with the legions of Chaos destroying his beloved forest by the acre in their hunt for rebels, he found a new purpose.

Risqruel began to raid the empire's patrols and outposts using his spells, claws, and teeth. Each attack was swift and devastating, leaving the forces of Chaos confused and disorganized. Risqruel became a thorn in the side of the empire, whispers of his name spreading among rebels and oppressors alike.

One day, as he watched from the shadows, Risqruel saw a lone battlemage using magical cards to protect the Kha'zi and speaking of rising up and breaking the chains of tyranny. Risqruel's ears perked up and his whiskers twitched. At last, he had found someone with the audacity to make a difference.

Stealthily following the battlemage, Risqruel accompanied him out of the rainforest and into the Eastern Wastes. He watched his unwilling companion from a distance as they made their way toward New Sskah City. The mage was unwittingly sowing the seeds of rebellion in Risqruel's heart.

With each step they took, Risqruel learned more about the mage's tactics and strategies. Though he still kept a safe distance, Risqruel's admiration for the mage grew. This mage didn't just speak of change, he executed it with every move, every spell cast, every enemy defeated.

The journey across the deserts was arduous, but Risqruel stood firm. He knew his chance to deal a mortal blow to the heart of the Chaos Empire was drawing nearer. Every day, his magical abilities grew stronger, and his resolve deepened.

Finally, they arrived at New Sskah City. The city, a hive of Imperial activity, represented the center of Chaos power in the region. For Risqruel, it was the perfect place to unleash his vengeance. The battle mage began organizing the citizens, inspiring them to rebel against their oppressors.

Risqruel watched with a mix of pride and determination. He knew the time to act was near. On a moonless night, when the shadows were deepest and the air was thick with tension, Risqruel slipped through the enemy ranks, using his spells to remain unnoticed.

At the heart of the city, he found the Imperial command center. The Chaos generals were gathered, planning their next moves. Risqruel, with a mix of cunning and magic, launched a devastating attack. His onslaught was swift and deadly, his claws and teeth, imbued with faerie magic, tore through the enemy defense.

The chaos that followed was total. The Chaos generals fell, and the morale of the enemy troops plummeted. Amidst the confusion, Risqruel reunited with the battlemage and the rebel citizens. Together, they took the city, marking a great blow against the Chaos Empire.

The legend of Risqruel Drath, the summoner turned rebel hero, spread throughout Praetoria. To many, it was a symbol of resistance and hope. To others, an unstoppable force of vengeance and justice. But to Risqruel, it was merely the beginning of his fight to free his land and his people from the oppression of the Chaos Empire.