Role

Chapter 1

Splattered with blood and guts, soaked in melted flesh of both Forge
and swamp, muck, and mire. This hald-breed's reality is slowly shattering.
The teachings of Muuloc have continued to warp him in directions not even he
thought he could go. He hunts out of pure rage and bloody salvation, seeking to
wash everything in blood, and turn the swamps into pools of melted flesh and guts.
He uses fear now more then ever, keeping all upon an edge knowing that black and
muck of a creature may rise out of the swamps at any time and bring them Death.
The bump in the night is a bloody creature of darkness and soaked in blood.
And the fury of which the attacks and Death comes out are vicious and swift. He
seems to be teaching Fear of not just him, but of that which is black and dark, of
the swamps, coupled with lessons of Death revealed through teachings of Muuloc.

Death itself screams within his ears, and the screams and yells of his soon
sinking into the muck and mire, where his own flesh will be crafted and molded into
something else, his final death. The screams and echoes of the banshees screaming
in his ears, the hot breath of Muuloc upon his neck and shoulders, waiting with
charnel delight and an ever present cackling, just whips Morasfenmire into an even
bloodied frenzy for Death. Almost all humanoidanity is gone from it, and what
is left is pure, black horror...