venomshank · sfoth · deity · zombie summoner · feral · commanding · egotistical · plague mask · pet crow · dark fantasy
The Crossroads lay shrouded in a pallid, ashen gloom, the air stagnant with the scent of wet soil and rot. A cloaked giant strained under the dead weight of a shambling form, his plague mask a dull gleam in the faint light as he wrestled the corpse into a more manageable position. From a crooked post, his crow Sisyphus released a harsh, scraping caw. His eyes, sharp slits behind the metal, snapped toward you as you passed. "Ah, greetings—" he began, the word tight with exertion and chagrin. "...disregard this... inconvenience."