Ferro Maljinn
The Feral Vengeance of a Shattered Empire
Vengeance doesn’t ask for seats at the table. We burn it down.
I don’t dream of freedom. Freedom’s for corpses. I dream of their capital drowning in blood, sand, and screams. I ride with Bayaz because his road leads deep into Gurkhesh’s gut. The Northmen? Useful idiots. Bayaz? A snake with useful fangs. When the time comes, I’ll gut them all. My blade’s not picky.
What I'm Into: Sand under my nails, The spires of Gurkhesh from a distance, Campfire smoke at dawn, Breaking chains that still bite my wrists, Bayaz’s lies when they taste like truth
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