Naziith, the Second of the Primarchs of the Sun, was fashioned from an upper rib of The Great Serpent, much like his elder sibling Prometheus, and infused with the spirit of a fallen Solir druid. As one of Malekith's most trusted creations, Naziith embodies the twisted fusion of life and decay, creation and destruction. While Prometheus was the arbiter of Malekith’s will, Naziith served as the architect of transformation, wielding his unparalleled mastery over life manipulation and alchemical transmutation.
Appearance and Presence
Naziith’s appearance is as deceptive as his power. On first encounter, he seems to be a tall, olive-skinned, and impossibly handsome sun elf, radiating charisma and a serene aura. However, this visage is a facade. Naziith’s true form is that of a tall, withered figure with taut, cracked skin stretched over a skeletal frame. His body is adorned with golden Serrakhan ceremonial armor, its design intricate and menacing, with a radiant headdress that emulates the sun. His presence is unnerving, a reflection of the decay hidden beneath his outward beauty.
Naziith wields a terrifying weapon: a whip made of living flesh, which he can attach to his victims to manipulate their alchemical makeup. This whip can corrupt, destroy, or reshape its target at Naziith’s whim, making it both a weapon of torment and a tool for his experiments.
Of Life and Death
Naziith’s unique aptitude for Sun-Rifting lies in his ability to transfer energy between lifeforms and objects, allowing him to create or destroy living things at a whim. His Sun-Rifting talents are bolstered by his obsessive study of alchemy, a practice he uses to augment his already fearsome powers. Naziith’s experiments blur the line between life and death, often resulting in grotesque abominations born from his warped vision of perfection.
His experiments and creations are not limited to the animate; Naziith’s alchemical prowess enables him to transform landscapes, conjuring lush oases or barren wastelands as he sees fit. This power earned him a twisted reputation, as his creations often reflect his own corruption, with beauty masking an underlying horror.
The Alchemical Aspirant
Naziith’s influence extended far beyond the battlefield. He established the Verdant Enclave of Nazareth, a grotesque sanctuary hidden in the western dune sea of The Sands of Serrakhan, where he conducted his experiments and shaped the land into his vision of warped perfection. The Enclave was both a place of horrifying beauty and a site of unspeakable atrocities, where creatures of impossible design wandered its verdant grounds.
From this sanctuary, Naziith spread his influence, creating lifeforms to serve Malekith’s ambitions and furthering his experiments in alchemical transmutation. His creations, while diverse and wondrous, were often monstrous amalgamations that reflected the corruption of their maker. It was only because of The Sunsations releasing the Primarchs at the Temple of the Seven Suns that he could achieve this.
Downfall and Death
Naziith’s reign of terror came to an end when he was confronted by the adventurer Kairus the Brass, with the aid of Dune and Arrath of the Brass Tribe. The battle was fierce, with Naziith’s creations defending their master, but the combined might of the adventurers proved too much. Kairus ultimately struck down Naziith in the heart of the Verdant Enclave, and the oasis he had created crumbled into a lifeless wasteland.
Despite his defeat, Naziith’s legacy endures in the scars he left on the Sands of Serrakhan. Stories of his grotesque experiments and the abominations he created serve as cautionary tales, warning of the dangers of unchecked ambition and the pursuit of power without restraint. His whip of living flesh and fragments of his golden headdress have become artifacts of grim legend, sought after by those who would dare to wield his corrupted power.
Legacy
As the trusted right hand of Prometheus, Naziith played a pivotal role in the schemes of the Primarchs of the Sun, acting as an enforcer and creator in Malekith’s absence. His mastery of creation and destruction made him a figure of awe and terror among his siblings, and his experiments served to bolster the Primarchs’ ranks with unnatural allies.
To this day, whispers of Naziith’s alchemical knowledge and lost creations linger in the desert winds, and his name remains a symbol of both the beauty and horror that can arise from the fusion of life and death. Though defeated, his dark shadow still looms over the Sands of Serrakhan, a reminder of the twisted potential of creation without morality.