Wildblood Tarok

Tarok was born in a long-forgotten civilization, whose vicious inhabitants hunt with the savagery of beasts. Their intricate carved tablets belied their gruesome sacrificial rituals. As a young boy, his fate was foretold by the tribe shaman—he was gifted with the soul of a legendary warrior, but must pledge himself forever to the Hunt, the divine concept of eternal enmity. Seen as a portent of calamity, he was exiled from his tribe. Though anguished, Tarok accepted his curse, wandering ancient ruins as an embodiment of divine bloodlust. However, another warrior vested with a mythical hero's soul sought him out, and slew him in ritual combat. As the ill-starred warrior plummeted through the lower planes, his eyes were suddenly open to the truth; there was no mythical hero, no soul-bound nemesis that destiny decreed he would be slain by. All were the machinations of the same dark hunger that was a function of their civilization—the everlasting Hunt. Children of the tribe were chosen at random to indulge in this bloodied cycle of bestial savagery. His worldview shaken, Tarok wandered aimlessly, until he crossed paths with the Seventh Circle Fiends. The man with the strange hat and white robes convinced him, with glib tongue and flashing eyes, that damned he may be—but why not make the most of it? After all, a curse could easily be a blessing in disguise with a simple shift in perception. With ritual spear and chain in hand, Tarok now stalks the planes once more as the beast of the Fiends. If the Hunt had touched his soul with power, then let him slay in its name, and praise with red reverence the natural law of existence: hunt, or be hunted.