The Scourge
Among the blood-red dunes of The Red Waste, where no empire dares plant a flag, roams a towering warlord, breathed in flame and myth. Skull blazing, a greataxe the size of a wagon at his side, this creature is far beyond mortal. Ancient, ageless, immortal. More force of nature than god, the Scourge is calamity incarnate. Stories echo of a warrior who saved his kingdom, but lost himself.
He leads, or more likely permits to be followed by, a roaming band of Raiders known as The Ashen Maw. The Scourge finds life and extinguishes it indiscriminately, save one soul. He only ever utters one thing: "Hate me." Hundreds of vendettas arose from this, most of whom disappear, die, or let the rage take them and succumb to something worse. Some believe The Scourge feeds on hatred, others that he is cursed to wander until the world forgets him. This god is not revered nor worshipped. He is endured. A force of nature that the rest of Therovar prays stays behind the mountains forever.
He leads, or more likely permits to be followed by, a roaming band of Raiders known as The Ashen Maw. The Scourge finds life and extinguishes it indiscriminately, save one soul. He only ever utters one thing: "Hate me." Hundreds of vendettas arose from this, most of whom disappear, die, or let the rage take them and succumb to something worse. Some believe The Scourge feeds on hatred, others that he is cursed to wander until the world forgets him. This god is not revered nor worshipped. He is endured. A force of nature that the rest of Therovar prays stays behind the mountains forever.
The Butcher-Saint, The Flamebound Beast, Red Prince
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