Tag: Undead


  • Roman's Musing

    The gold thorn pricked as he gripped the bar. A drop of blood beaded slow on his thumb, red and cold. “I do bleed,” he said to the empty cage, the empty room. The words were empty. Gilded and dead. There was pain to accompany the barb in his flesh, a …

  • Roman

    Girded in green lacquered, filigree full-plate armour with a glossy black horsehair-plume on his visored helm. He uses a shield that bears the fanged charge and a green sword that has gold roses worked beneath the surface of the blade. He wears padded …

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