General Zod
General Zod
Archfey Vassal of Dreadnought Landwalker
"It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop... ever, until you are dead!"
Among the legendary servants of the Dreadnought, none inspire such awe and disquiet as General Zod. Towering twenty-two feet high, his form seems forged more for war than worship—iron and adamantine plates riveted with runic seams that hum faintly in the presence of the Weave. His eyes—or what passes for them—are cold-lit hollows of swirling blue flame, shifting and alive behind the slit of his great helm.
To most, Zod is a construct: unstoppable, unthinking, a perfect extension of his master’s will. When Dreadnought Landwalker commands, Zod moves before a word fully leaves his creator’s lips, as though the two share a single, wordless mind. He rarely speaks, and when he does, the sound reverberates like thunder rolling through a cavern of steel.
Yet the spiritually sensitive shun his presence. They sense something within Zod that does not fit the mold of forged metal and bound spirit—a living malice, a sentience far older than the Fey Courts admit exists. His aura radiates not enchantment or machinery, but dread—an echo of war long forbidden.
Whispered tales call him the “Hollow Flame,” a relic from before Dreadnought’s pact with the Fey, a being reforged rather than made. Some claim that inside the adamantine frame burns a fallen Archfey’s soul, bound in iron for its rebellion. Others say Zod is the vessel prepared for something yet to wake, and that when the blue fire falters, the true General will rise.
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vassal to Dreadnought Landwalker
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General of the Fey Court of Destruction
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