Vharsk the Bloodhorn
A bull-headed giant, scarred and lowering, that has never once lost its way underground.
Letters, briefs and reports can be shown with their own typography. Automatic keeps that only while none of your settings above ask otherwise.
Everything the game knows, written down: commands and systems, the places in the world, and what there is to do in them.
A bull-headed giant, scarred and lowering, that has never once lost its way underground.
A bell-ringer in rotting vestments, hand-bell raised, the sickness walking a day ahead of him.
A horned devil trailing brimstone, broken oaths written in scar across its chest.
A thunderhead given a will, a dragging weather-front with lightning stitched through its mass.
A crowned suit of plate with nothing inside it but cold and grievance, standing straighter than a man could.