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Morguerat Reaper of Men
The walk was short, and the shadowed one apparently had not seen him, the wolves would soon sense him though, their senses were sensitive to spirits and those within the shadowlands*. Stepping into the lands of light He saw the druidess and the Modding Mage in conversation. With the Sword held ready he walked forward boldly, daring anything to try and attack him.
The figure is that of a man, large and strongly musceled, shrouded in a black cloak, wearing full plate armor, painted with dyes made from the black blood of fiends. Spikes adorn the joints and shoulders, and a helm with an ebon skull carved into the faceplate sits atop the bearers head. His walk is the controlled stride of a man who is ready, at any step, to turn and strike with blade or sharpened armor, and fell his prey.
A booming voice, so unlike the last time Kaylisa saw Morguerat echoes through the clearing. "You trespass near my domain, leave or pay the toll, The eyes are locked on the shadow confident that he speaks from a position of strength and that his "pet" is on the way with surprises for the uninvited guests. "Mage, your toll is a vial of your ichor, blood, or whatever you call it, Druidess, your toll is three of your canine companions."
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