Scheming Sorcerer
Shang Tsung grew up in Outworld’s backwaters. Too lazy for hard labor and too shifty for honest work, he eked out a living selling quack cures and fake magic. Though his wares were useless, Shang Tsung’s easy charm always closed the deal.
Shang Tsung was resigned to this hardscrabble life. But then one day a mysterious stranger came, promising to make Shang Tsung a powerful sorcerer. Though suspicious of the offer, it was one he couldn’t refuse.

After escaping Lei Chin prison, I was hounded by the Imperial Police. I needed a place to hide and to recuperate, while I plotted the best way forward.
I knew the remote canton of my youth would be perfect. To escape capture, I travelled by sea.
Little did I know that a gargantuan storm was brewing.
My tiny craft was smashed apart. I closed my eyes, waiting to drown, hoping that the Netherrealm wouldn’t claim my soul.
But when I reopened them, I found myself not in Hell, but on a deserted island. From its ruins I could tell that great sorcerers had once lived there.
In the caves beneath the ruins, I found what I can only describe as a Well of Souls. Once I learn how to wield its power, I will become invincible.