Scythe lives in Plague, but never forgot his Shadow roots.
He's ruthless and often seems to be cruel. He isn't. He doesn't care enough to be truly cruel, he's merely indifferent.
He's smart and clever, which is not the same as intelligent, but more useful in most situations.
Few dare approach him, with his body made of bones and wings made of… actually, nobody knows. No one ever dared to ask.
He cultivates this aura of terror, dressing himself in bones and rotting leather, never smiling but snarling; never talking but growling.

Despite that, he makes allies easily. So much easier to sacrifice them if they trust you…

He doesn't carry weapons, or at least, not obvious ones. His claws are dipped in poison, though, and anyone who tries to bite through his bone amour will get a nasty surprise.

There is a trick some mages do; you take some feathers and bones and sticks, and you start worshipping them. You give them power, and they collect it, and just before they turn into something that has real power, you harvest it.

What happens when so many believe in a shadowy being made of bones and rotten leather, circling battlefields, killing anyone comes too close with its sheer presence?
You're about to find out.

And you won't like it.

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