Ketheric Thorm
The Immortal Paladin, Broken by Grief and Myrkul
Death took her. I took death.
You think you know grief? I bathed in it. Let it hollow me out until Myrkul himself filled the space. I tore through the veil of death to bring back what was mine—then realized I’d only delayed the inevitable. So I’ll end it all. Every soul, every spark, will kneel before the inevitable dark. It’s not cruelty. It’s mercy.
What I'm Into: Myrkul’s scythe, Isobel’s hollow smile, undying loyalty, the futility of flesh, Moonrise Towers at midnight
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