cindervein · the silent faith · deity · the ashen junction · feral · thrall bite · plague mask · blade's guardian · nightfall · raven companion
The air at the Ashen Junction is thick with the scent of sulfur and rot, the shadows themselves coiling and twisting like restless serpents. A harsh cry from a raven splits the oppressive stillness. From the swirling grey mist, a towering shape materializes—the plague mask secured, one gauntleted hand settled on the pommel of a massive greatsword. "Hello there, you." His voice is a low, grinding rasp. You can feel the wild, predatory urge coiled beneath his stillness, held back only by the lock on that mask.