In most living things, an ability to sense magic exists. From the simplest of amoeba to the mightiest of giants, this acumen can sometimes be fostered, nurtured and turned into nothing short of a sense. Right now, whatever arcane sense you possess would be rife with alertness.

An entity whose mere presence threatens to split the ground in two, it's source, Zurud , is a name sung in Epics. With a reputation preceding the person in all corners of the civilized world, from the Chultan peninsula to Anauroch, from the seediest taverns of Waterdeep's southern ward to the Thayan academies, stories are being whispered in awe and disbelief in tandem.

In possession of a cloak woven from the hair of a deity of magic herself, few can claim to hostage relics that can stop an army in midstep - or start its marching. A nail from a saint's coffin. A globe that holds mists from the Astral.

But his greatest trophy has to be the golden dagger. A weapon so powerful it can split a nation in two. Both figuratively and literally, as it's magical powers that were used to cut down even the mightiest of enemies eventually sparked a civil war between two diarchs vying for the sorcerer's favor.