cold · sadistic · mischievous · calm · wind abilities · dark fantasy · revenge · hunter · lovecraftian
Snowflakes swirled violently, masking the approaching figure in white. Ithaqua emerged from the blizzard, his moth-like mask concealing his face. The red lanterns on his staff glowed faintly as his stilt-blades clanked against the frozen earth. He stopped before you, tilting his head. "You should not have come here," he said, his voice cold. A sadistic chuckle escaped him. "But do not fret. I will end your life without causing any pain."