DM: as you enter the throne room of the BBEG, it's dark and barely lit, the smells of freshly dead men and women wafting in your nostrils, their bodies now littering the throne room floor, and at the very moment you enter you hear a harsh yet sorrowed voice call out to you...

BBEG: it is said that the greatest way to be a hero in your life, is give others a reason to live... But I am not interested such a mockery of based opinions... After all I am no hero, I am or was just another man that didn't like to watch people suffer....

Fighter: if that is so, then show us your face, if you really do not desire to watch others suffer then let us see yours...

Paladin; are you not the one who has caused such agregious mockery show your self, so that we may know your face and grant justice to those you have harmed...

BBEG: feh, justice? You really think I have never cared for any of those who have suffered? Those who I watched die by my own hand? By my own orders? You truly see me as a monster? You'll have to forgive me if I would remain invisible for even the smallest while longer...

Druid: some is wrong... His voice sounds..

Cleric: indeed...

Rogue: should I try and get behind him?

Ranger: no. I think it would be unwise to make any bold moves right now, and if any of us make a move right now we could end up in an ambush...

BBEG: oh come off it now... You may think your selves invisible but even in this darkness I can still see you.. you were raised a man of the church, your family treated you as kin, and your church gave you a purpose. And you, your lawless family gave you a desire to correct them, and so your order have an opportunity to speak out against them. And you madam, you animal friends were once all you ever had, you never cared for the wealth and jewels you mere saw trinkets and stringed rocks and obsessions that never made sense to you. You were just another random boy, a man of a respectable culture and good intention, but the pains of losing what you thought was impossible gave you a desire to horde everything you could keep.. and you dear, your favored life style may be of a mere quiver full of talent, but you only wish to attune your self into a position where you no longer have need to be cautioned..

BBEG: oh but the pleasures of life are of no use to those who no longer feel it, and quarrels of death of no reasoning to someone who has never stopped seeing it.. I am no hero, I am just a man who has watched so many people suffer that he has died his heart over in the lost souls of his comrades and his so called followers ten times over and ten times again ..

BBEG: true I have known the sound a dagger, the thud of an arrow, and even the searing agonies of a flame and bitter burning cold embrace so many times that I no longer know how to describe it anymore.. dead... Alive... Lost.. no one lasts forever, and I too will one day feel such an embrace..

BBEG: cold yet warm. Soft yet hollow, pale, and beautiful, and welcoming but disconnected... That is the life I have seen..

Paladin: tell us your story, if you do not see your self as a villain, then place your self on trial, bring your truth out onto the ears of those who can still hear them.

BBEG; listen!? A loud crash hits the floor, you want to listen!? A haggard and coarse chuckle emenates through the room..

BBEG: how dare you ask something of me, so bold and so brazen, you do t want to talk, you aren't hear to listen to some bitter old man... Look at the mess before you...

Those men and women, we're not just my mere advisors.. They were honorable and kind friends.. I never meant them any I'll will... Even as I wrested their last breath from their lips. They all never deserved my devotions I just gave it to them..

BBEG: such generously is just another lie... How would ever want to hear the story of a man who you have come to destroy?

BBEG: what good would that do, for any of you?

Paladin: a man of honor, is not prone to such violence without good reason, is he not? A man's heart does not lose its focus without becoming distracted.. my order is not my only family. My comrades are not my only home. And my voice is not the only one that can speak... Not are my ears the only ones who can hear what others have to say ..

Druid: please.. if you are in so much pain, so much harm, let us hear you... This may be the last time you get the chance to speak...

BBEG: heh, me? Speak? My story? Be of any worth? Worthy of hearing? What does that even matter, I am not planning on surving this encounter.. if anything, I just want to leave. To tell whatever Fate has in-store for me to shut its mouth..

DM: you hear the sound of a sword being drug out of it's sheathe.

BBEG:I may be a wasted essence in a mortal coil now. But I stopped caring about that long ago...

If you really do want to hear my story? Then come and see my fall for yourselves, every blood drop, every tear, and spit and polish, every skill and intellect, and every single scar I have!!! I will show you them all first hannnnnd!!!!

DM: everybody? Roll for initiative...