Trang-Oul
Few on the surface know the name Trang-Oul—and fewer still speak it without a whisper or a prayer. Where his master, the Witch King of Erenoc, rules with necromantic precision and cold inevitability, Trang-Oul is a weapon unleashed: chaos masked in velvet, a shadow given teeth. To some, he is the hag who cursed the grove. To others, a wandering warlock bearing riddles and ruin. But always, always, his eyes are wrong—too calm, too knowing, too old. Those who live long enough to suspect the truth rarely speak again.
Trang-Oul is a shapeshifter not by spell alone, but by conviction. His mastery of illusion is such that the veil becomes second skin; his transformations are seamless, his lies immaculate. Wherever there are agents of hope, resistance, or light, he walks among them—cloaked in humanity, draped in deception—only to strike when the blade is poised deepest. When the illusion breaks, so too does the body: he lashes out with a flurry of barbed adamantine claws, his movements savage and unrelenting, a frenzy of violence guided by purpose. In the moment before death, many victims claim to see him for what he is—not a man, not a witch, but something older and crueler, grinning through the mask.
To the Witch King, Trang-Oul is more than a servant. He is the scalpel that bleeds kingdoms. He is the whisper that shatters alliances.
Trang-Oul is a shapeshifter not by spell alone, but by conviction. His mastery of illusion is such that the veil becomes second skin; his transformations are seamless, his lies immaculate. Wherever there are agents of hope, resistance, or light, he walks among them—cloaked in humanity, draped in deception—only to strike when the blade is poised deepest. When the illusion breaks, so too does the body: he lashes out with a flurry of barbed adamantine claws, his movements savage and unrelenting, a frenzy of violence guided by purpose. In the moment before death, many victims claim to see him for what he is—not a man, not a witch, but something older and crueler, grinning through the mask.
To the Witch King, Trang-Oul is more than a servant. He is the scalpel that bleeds kingdoms. He is the whisper that shatters alliances.
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