Grasp of Orcus
Jorlan is the former captain of the Velkynvelve garrison.
Jorlan turned a talent for inflicting pain into skill as a warrior, and a certain roguish charm into a way to ingratiate himself with his female superiors. He quickly made himself useful to llvara Mizzrym as both the field commander of the Velkynvelve garrison and her lover, enjoying all the benefits that came with both roles.
Jorlan thought that Lolth favored him, or at least that his charms had deflected her malice, until he had the misfortune of a run—in with a black pudding on an otherwise routine raid. Ilvara’s healing magic saved his life but couldn’t undo the terrible damage wrought by the ooze’s acid. With his once—handsome face melted and scarred, and his sword hand twisted and missing two fingers, Jorlan was no longer the warrior he once was.
Ilvara relieved Jorlan of duty during his recuperation, replacing him with the young brave Shoor Vandree. When she then took Shoor to her bed, Jorlan realized his recovery would never be sufficient to regain what he had lost. His heartbreak and loss has since become a virulent hatred for llvara and Shoor, that slowly eats at him. Jorlan finds the idea of suicide or reckless self—destruction beneath him, however — unless he can find a way to take those he hates with him.
Jorlan knew full well that the sympathy the priestess Asha showed him was an attempt to manipulate him. But he was willing to play along temporarily, hoping to draw Asha closer and potentially use her against llvara when the time was right. Now that Ilvara is dead, her brain eaten by Abrioxiell, Jorlan need only plot how to murder Shoor.