Derro'Alan
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Background
The derro wizard Alan had somehow come into possession of an unusual prize: a tosculi egg. The wizard, gripped by a madness uncommon even for his race, sought to bind himself to the tosculi as if it were a familiar. The derro was of no small skill, and was surprisingly able to assert his will upon his new familiar for nearly a decade. Carrying out his master’s sometimes ridiculous orders over and over and over again, the tosculi could do nothing but obey. Alan was a kind master, all things considered, and treated his new familiar well. He even taught his familiar an assortment of spells, though they weren’t very useful.
His master’s words may not have made much sense, but they did fill a void within the tosculi. He found himself dependent on Alan and soon began to regard the derro with a great degree of fondness. His master’s words served as an adequate surrogate for the hive song that would have normally entranced him, and as he grew older the tosculi became more eager to please. The derro misinterpreted his familiar’s increased enthusiasm and zeal for rebellion, and took cruel measures to punish what he saw as ‘improper’ behavior. The tosculi who had known only a kind master was horrified by the cruel one he unwittingly unleashed.
As time went on, Alan’s punishments grew greater and more savage. The affection they once had for one another became nothing more than a distant memory. After weeks of flogging and magical torture, the tosculi could not tolerate the pain anymore. He had long broken free from his master’s spells of bonding, though the derro did not realize that. The tosculi set this scythe-like claws upon Alan’s throat, ending him quickly and painfully. As the blood bubbled up from his master’s throat, the tosculi felt no remorse for what he had just done. He grabbed his spellbook, lovingly penned by Alan for his beloved familiar, as if it was nothing more than a sack of potatoes and left the underground hovel for the last time. But in the depths of his soul there was a lingering feeling of loss that he could not shake. Because of this, the tosculi took one more thing from his master. A thing that would honor the memory of the bond they once shared: his name, Derro’Alan.
Stolen Spellbook
Derro'Alan has stolen the spellbook of the mad void wizard Veigar Runeterra, causing all sorts of trouble for him and the fellow members of the Wizard's Cabal. Tragically, he cannot read most of the more useful spells inside, though that won't stop him from trying. Or maybe it will, depending on how much insanity he can endure.
