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Timur Blackheart

    • Abhorrent Arch regent, Lord and ruler of Crowfall Manor and the Miremarsh in the realm of Shyish.
    • A bit about where he lives and what he is currently doing.
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Submitted by:

Cody Griffin

Rules:

Do not destroy without permission

Have fun! His quest, where he receives haunting visions and nightmares, is a hunt for a terrible and destructive beast, ironically it's himself. 

Founded in the western woodlands in Shyish, the town of Crowfall has been settled by Timur Blackheart, who has been hunting his ancient hated foe across the realms.

Once a small community of woodsmen famed for its mastery of carpentry, the original town was destroyed when Blackheart was guided there by a premonition, leading him to believe the inhabitants were wild blood thirsty beasts who murdered the local populace.

Dark and foreboding, the town is now a collection of twisted ruins overgrown with moss, foliage, and decay. Forever bathed in an unnatural darkness, the wretched and vile roam its streets freely, eager for the hunt. All manner of bones and discarded rotten meat litter the ground, and vast amounts of dried blood dye the remaining structures a crimson red. Vast amounts of skulls are piled around a macabre throne, raised on a crude platform made of rock and stone high above the landscape. 

Upon this throne sits the Arch Regent, staring out across his lands with a demented eye, as he awaits his next vision to lead him on his mad hunt.

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