Many men have wandered the realms, tracking and hunting down those who bear a sickness in their soul. To call them religious men might be a stretch, though in their order they are considered such. However, their actions and methods are far from godly.

Rev. Morticus Banesblood is one of these Hunters. A figure that operates in the light of day just as easily as he does in the shadows. He is regularly garbed in a long duster coat, worn and tattered. A wide brim hat set atop his head, casting a shadow over his face. Usually, between his lips, is a cigar. Smoke wafting up and around him as each inhalation causes the embers to glow and illuminate his scornful visage.

The order he works for is no group of white knights. They are, in their own way, a scourge on the planes. Leaving in their wake bloodshed.


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