In a Harbor district alley, a filthy sign sways over a ramshackle storefront and proclaims the name of the proprietor within: Mazrath the Maker. Inside is an incongruously clean gallery filled with beautiful marble sculptures of such majesty that they could have been sculpted in Syrania, the realm of angels.
The artist behind these works is Mazrath, a limping old elf with milk white eyes as blind as a grimlock’s. He coaxes wonders from blocks of marble, carving them entirely by feel, and creates gods and angels from clay pottery with the caress of his well-worn hands.
Mazrath did not always spend his days creating. There was a time when his skillful hands lent their talents to endings instead. Before the Shadow Schism within House Phiarlan in 972 YK, Mazrath was called Tyrellin Paelion d’Phiarlan (LN male elf rogue 6/ shadow hunter 5) and was the favorite uncle of Lord Tolar Paelion d’Phiarlan (Dra 82). Tyrellin maintained a spy network so vast it reached the upper echelons of every dragonmarked house and plumbed the deepest dungeons and darkest alleyways across Khorvaire. When a strike force of Thuranni assassins came for him in the night, Tyrellin slew them to the last, but not before a sword slash stole his sight.
Now the old elf toils in his gallery, but rumor has it that his ears still hear more than most eyes see. Little goes on in Stormreach that Mazrath does not know, and a shadowy network still reports the goings-on of the powers behind the Five Nations, as well as every move his enemies make in the Emerald Claw, House Phiarlan, and House Thuranni. No one knows if he plans vengeance, but for the time being, the blind elf is certainly a brilliant sculptor.