Arsaces
Portrait
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This twisted wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of hell. In dreams of black beyond the bounds of a withered witch's spell. Where the doors surely are locked when the sun threatens to wane. Where shamblers dwell in dim moon light beyond the warmth of day.
Liars line the roads at dawn watchful eyes are upon you held. Sacred weapons to the sacred revealed to be unleashed upon the council of hell. Blood flows down the streets at night where wolves cry out for flesh. Where a horrible curse taints the woodlands nearby with the forms of the walking dead. His spires are growing taller still their shadows stretching throughout the land. Freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man. Into the tower never go the horrors multiply. Gears can mince the strongest ones leaving heroes paralyzed. The rivers flow with poison the sands swallow you whole. The ghouls that roam this darkened wood are thirsting for your throat. Unholy inversion of hope twisting the faith of the meek into hate. Driven insane by the dark one to bring forth the foul biddings he speaks. The undead are among us at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds. They dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck. |
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| Player: | Solemn Visitor |
| Gender (Visually): | Male |
| Race (Visually): | Human |