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Etisrrus the Fist of Darkness, Imperial Dread Lord

Basic Information

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The Veil

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Best Set of Equipment

<worn on finger>    a ring of stamina
<worn on finger>    (Glowing) a banded ring
<worn around neck>    (Glowing) (Humming) the Nacktin-Rah pendant
<worn around neck>    an ivory amulet shaped like a troll
<worn on body>    a breastplate decorated with red enamel
<worn on head>    a circlet of flowing shadows
<worn on legs>    a pair of spiked leggings
<worn on feet>    firewalker boots
<worn on hands>    (Glowing) some leather gloves with black inscriptions
<worn on arms>    a plain phylactery
<worn about body>    a heavy black fur coat
<worn around waist>    a wide, black leather belt
<worn on wrist>    an oddly shaped glass bracelet
<worn on wrist>    a black steel bracer
<wielded>    (Humming) the double-bladed battleaxe named 'Scream of the Damned'
<dual wield>    a twin-edge battle axe called 'Arctic Fury'

Description

A mountain of dark and ominous flesh, ardorned in unkempt and mismatched armors. Its black soulless eyes reside in the cavern of its face, hidden by the shadow of its primeval protruding forehead. A wide nose, which stretches out to meet its heavy cheek bones has a large chunk missing below the bridge. The onyx skin of the beast glistens with sweat as the thews beneath ripple, propelling its hulking frame. Amidst the sparse patches of beard is encrusted salvia and remnants of meals past eaten, and its jaw hangs loose in a permanent gape, exposing yellowed fangs and expelling fetid breath in rasping gurgle. Arrayed about its body are various weapons, all of which appear blackened with the dried blood of fallen victims. Here and there tucked in its belt, or protruding from a pouch are arcane paraphernalia, no mere brute warrior is this beast. Somewhere there is the intellect to master the spells of the Dark Knights.

Role

Immortal Comments

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Timeline

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Title History

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47 294 Etisrrus the Unholy Bishop, Imperial Dread Lord

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