Frazz was once a mere cog in the industrial machine of the Underdark, a quartz-breaker who measured her life in rhythmic hammer swings and the dust in her lungs. That life ended when the Deep-Vein Tunnels groaned and collapsed. For thirty days, Frazz lay pinned beneath three tons of obsidian and limestone. In that absolute, lightless vacuum, the screaming in her mind eventually died, replaced by the rhythmic thrum of the tectonic plates. She met the 'Slow God'—not a deity of words, but the personification of the crushing, patient weight of the world.
She didn't dig her way out; she waited until the earth itself spat her back into the tunnels, her skin turned the color of funeral ash and her soul hardened into diamond. Frazz emerged with a new, terrible clarity: the surface world is a frantic, noisy infection upon the skin of the Great Silence. Every bird song, every bustling market, and every laugh is a desecration of the peace she found in the deep. Now, she carries 'The Quartzite Requiem,' a maul that vibrates with the pulse of the mantle, wandering the sun-drenched lands to deliver the gift of stillness to those too loud to deserve life.