Forgotten One

Of those that remained in the high vaulted chamber, the wizard's council stood in unison, confronting the hex bound High Magus of the Crypteia Turbulum, detailing his blasphemous crimes and sentencing him to death. As one they began the great working that would end him and repair his damage to the veil.

They were at first surprised and confused by his mad cackling laughter until the great flaming form emerged from the living rock. As the beast roared, the Magus' cackling rose hysterically as the council scattered in terror. For an age the towering beast had slumbered in the bowels of the deepest caverns of fire, a weapon forged for a war lost to memory or myth.

Into an invocation drawn from a rotting manuscript the High Magus of the Crypteia poured all his malice and hate. Drawing the razored flint across his palm he sealed the pact, completing the summoning, calling forth the great flaming homunculus, the Forgotten One.

As the great beast crawled from the burning pit, the Magus bade it roam free and armed it with a broad blade twice as tall as any man. It dwells there now, birthing others of its kind and passing on the knowledge of their making, and serves at the pleasure of the Magus as a hand of Chaos.