Description
His brown feathers are streaked with dirt and ash in uneven patches.
Under the grime he seems young. A strong beak, lacking any signs of
disease or weakness. His wings are strong, yet he stoops low,
shoulders bent, almost absurdly so. He pulls and stretches at
patches of bare skin, testing it. A small pouch at his belt shifts
from time to time and he settles it with a soft whisper. His talons
flex and scrape against the ground when he grows restless, leaving
shallow scratches behind. He smells damp, like soil after a rain.
Role
Prophet of Rot
Added Thu Oct 30 05:50:08 2025 at level 1:
Skerrith Morhollow is the youngest from an unremarkable
family, diggers in the ruins of Delar-Tol.
He is in love with a being known as the Graveworm Queen.
She whispered to him from beneath the soil, promising an
eternal union once his flesh has ripened enough.
When his obsession came to light, he was quietly disowned.
He turned to transmutation to hasten his demise.
Wrinkles delight him. Revivals can enrage him.
Worms are her children and he can offer them as gifts.
The Queen is real to Skerrith. However, she is a delusion.
A personal myth but also his truth. He does not hide his
decay and will readily point it out in others.
He can't just die. He has to die old.
"If it rots me faster, I'll do it.
If it rots you faster, I'll watch."
PK Deaths
Oct 31, 2025|Lv 23|Coven of Dralkar Wood|vs 1: [29] Rhaen (100%, divine power)