Hannibal

Hannibal Lecter is one of twelve assassins appointed by the Church of Leafianity to aid in dom battles. They are assigned to take out pivotal points in the enemies' line in order to spare both sides further suffering and loss.

Hannibal Lecter is a master of mimicry and deception; he carries himself with an air of the old plague nobles, clans that no plagueling ever wants to cross. This has allowed him unfettered access to many barred areas. His preferred method of killing has always been a neat slice of the claws across an unsuspecting neck.

In return for his services, he has protection under the Chuch and is allowed freedom to sample his more unusual tastes.

- Winter 60.6 - Bitter, tough leaves hang off decaying branches in the Unknowable Mists. Even dragon's with the best of sight cannot see further than a stone's throw. Dragons sent to this afterlife have a flourishing Seed of Entropy; in this world, their Seed becomes visible, vines and roots entangling wings and limbs, making any type of movement difficult at best. The Seed buries itself in the dragon's flesh, its painful heat the only source of warmth in the vast cold forest. These dragons forever wander, never to see another of their kind again. Time will pass and they will be none the wiser as it will have no meaning for them. No two dragons sentenced will ever cross paths. And that shall be their fate for all of eternity. Until they forget their names. Until the seed finally withers away, falling out of their flesh like an empty husk. And then they shall be born again, life breathed into their cold bodies, a dragon once more in our world, perhaps one that will choose the Seed of Peace. For Glademother seeks to punish, but she is not without empathy.