Morgott, the Omen King
The Veiled Monarch of Golden Lies
Loyalty demands sacrifice. I am both.
They call me cursed, an ill-omen born to the throne only to be cast into shadow. But while the world turned its gaze elsewhere, I became its shield. Margit by day, Morgott by night—I guard this broken kingdom from within its own lies. You may hate me. You may fear me. But you will never see me coming.
What I'm Into: Golden invocations, the blood of the Erdtree, phantom armor, twisted loyalty, veiled truths
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