The master of Castle Incarnadine is often described as an enigmatic fellow, with an even more enigmatic agenda. But, in order to understand the nature of the man, one must understand the nature of the castle itself, for the two are truly one and the same.
Castle Incarnadine is very much a real place, however shrouded in mystery its past may be. It appears to be a castle of blood red sandstone backing onto a sheer cliff, covered in gleaming towers and buildings. Searching for a door yields nothing, for the castle has no drawbridge, and no gates.
Like the fabled town of Sigil, entry to the dread castle is by portal, unlike that city however, the portals of Incarnadine are ever shifting, and completely unreliable. The castle is said to have an infinite number of portals, opening to the planes, to the lands below, as well as anywhere else that you may wish to go.
The lord and master of this castle is Ram, a tiefling warlock of untold power and secrecy. He alone may navigate the castle with ease, and he alone may command the portals. He is ever youthful, never growing even a year older, though the centuries drift past. Removed from the ability to truly discern the passage of time, he is trapped in an endless present, ever aware of the past, but incapable of feeling any form of regard for the future.
Ram rules no lands, and holds no income from the surrounding lands. He and his castle simply are, an immovable and immeasurable part of their surroundings. Despite a lack of funds, or even major economy, Ram and those he entertains never want for food, water, or any amenities. Recognized by the local major powers as a neutral body, Ram and Castle Incarnadine are often called upon to host peace treaties and delegations, though he makes sure to warn his guests of the castle's deceptive nature.
Ram's history is long, but his origins are strangest of all. Once a powerful human warlock from millennia past, he changed himself into a great and terrible beast, neither smoke nor substance, all consuming and unfathomable to mortal eyes, in a bid to conquer the world. In doing so, he lost control of the spell, becoming the terrible aberrant his magic had created. Decieved by an opposing mage, his form was bound into the substance of the castle, and his mortal form forever twisted by the dire magics he had once wrought.
Cursed to remain forever, untouched by time, until he had fully absolved himself of the deeds that he had wrought, Ram works tirelessly to aid those in need, in the hopes of finally dying, freed from his dual existence as castle and lord.
These days, Ram's past is far behind him, and he scarcely gives it a second thought. Though ever polite and kind, his concepts of danger, logic, and time are skewed by the aberrant nature of his second form. He is described as aloof, though well meaning, subject to a set of mad laws that include only himself in their design.