Long ago when the world was young, powerful primal entities walked the earth alongside mortals. They were mighty and their presence commanded respect. Among them was the lion-headed lord, Mithras. He and many other primal lords fought against each other in struggles for dominance, leaving destruction and havoc in their wake. It was then that the people of the land sought sages, wise men, and others who could subjugate these beings in hopes of bringing peace. While others fell to the magi, the lion-headed one proved to be quite resilient. Many champions failed to cast him down as he was too powerful.

All hope seemed lost until a masked spirit came forth. The masked stranger challenged Mithras to a duel; whoever lost would forever submit to the victor. Mithras accepted it heartily, eager to test his strength against another once again. The battle lasted for days, with Mithras going on the offensive with his overwhelming power and the masked one just keeping out of reach. It was clear that it could not best the primal lord, yet the trickster had another plan up their sleeve. While the lord was distracted, the masked spirit trapped him within a powerful spell. Sealing Mithras inside a tomb of rock, the spirit expended its own life force to banish him to parts unknown…

The boulder fell from the heavens leaving a fiery streak in the sky, crashing into the peak known as Mount Ubomvu in the Makua Mountains. The blazing impact of the meteorite covered the entire mountain in ash, turning it black. Years later, the seal of his stone prison weakened and Mithras burst forth with a brilliant flash of light. In the time of his slumber, he had absorbed a large quantity of the primal power residing deep within the land, further enhancing his own. From then on, the nearby tribes called him the lord of the ashen peak, which was renamed as Mount Qala for the immense ethereal forces stirred up by his presence.

Mount Qala became a proving ground for those who lived for battle and sought strength, as many champions of the native tribes wished to take the mountain for themselves. Those who faced defeat at the hands of the lion-headed lord were given an offer: serve under him as a vassal, or die a warrior's death. Those who wished to keep their honor ended their own lives and those who were enthralled by his might swore their allegiance to him.

On Qala, there is only one creed by which they abide: Vae Victis–woe to the conquered.





Mithras is a paradox, a curious combination of contrasting traits. Bearing an above average stature of six feet and two inches, his golden hair loosely reaches down to his waist. His beauty accentuates his charisma, enthralling others with muscular form and comely visage. The only details that give away Mithras' true nature are his crimson eyes, long nails, pointed ears, and pointed canine teeth. Clad in a crimson dyed patterned robe, he is adorned with jewelry. On most days in his home territory of Qala, he can be found walking barefoot. No matter the weather, he dresses as if it were the heat of Ignius. His temperament is amicable, always welcoming the opportunity to prove his mettle in combat. Willing to enjoy the finer things in life without succumbing to excess, he believes a life well-lived is better than one not lived at all.

Mithras bears no ill-will or hatred to all, and holds those who are strong in high regard. If someone proves their superiority over him, he will graciously accept his loss and grant them the respect they deserve. However, those who only pick on the weak while avoiding better opponents earn his disapproval. Although he possesses a child-like innocence, beneath that he is quite discerning and world-wise. He doesn't believe in lying, bluntly saying things and pointing out what he observes. What others perceive as arrogance is none other than genuine, unparalleled confidence. Many have mistaken his honesty for foolishness, and have paid for it.

While most warriors hold a weapon of personal preference, Mithras favors direct hand-to-hand melee. On the rare occasion where he is seen wielding weaponry he uses a large pair of chakrams conjured to complement his elementally charged attacks. Mithras does not have the habit of wearing or using armor, adding to his berserker-style combat tendencies.