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Bernhard was once a Hito'Radeau, but has been mutated into something else entirely. A scorched black beak covers his nose and mouth, his throat fused around a gas filter, and his eyes pressed against shattered glass lenses and wire mesh.
The rest of his hunched figure is covered by a pair of large black wings, similar to those of a crow's, and a shredded leather long coat. What patches of skin that can be seen through worn patches of clothing are sickly and rotted.
His arms and leather gloved hands are mostly normal, with the exception of a glass syringe embedded in his right forearm at an odd angle, but his right leg is only human to the knee. From there down is a taloned black appendage, similarly resembling that of a Crow's.
Blue/red Eyes
Slick black Hair
Height is ~ 7"
Lopsided and thick Build
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Nov 7, 2016 21:18:03 GMT -5
Post by Bernhard Reiniger on Nov 7, 2016 21:18:03 GMT -5
As far as the eye could see, the long dead and the recently deceased were gathered in one singular area. A teeming mass of rotted, rotting, and infested flesh had chosen to dig itself out of shallow graves and congeal in a valley nestled within nearly the exact center of the Nysan plains, equidistant from the great deserts of the East, the mountainous North, and the dense jungles of the South.
The violation of burial rights and basic respect for the passing of life meant nothing to Bernhard. Since he had come to this forgotten world he had done nothing but collect samples, save his energy, and look for a place to establish his home. Now that he had found the best area, he wasn't going to let something as inane and useless as tradition or respect stop him from doing what he came to do. He would build his tower if he had to sacrifice a thousand souls to do it, he would build it even if the gods tried to stop him. As it was Varos' crusaders were likely to come investigate the reason for the dead rising en mass, and the oh so glorious Council was liable to finally snap and orchestrate his eventual death. An event such as this was much too upsetting to ignore.
Each and every lifeless corpse was put to work. First they cleared the area, ripping up vegetation and flattening the land. They felled trees and broke stone with their own bodies as their only tools, splintering countless bones and leaving rendered flesh in their wake as they worked. The real task would come later, when it came time to lay the foundations and begin construction. Other pockets of Bernhard's great horde were mindlessly chipping away at stone quarries, some hauled fine sand in from the deserts, and more still collected clay and lumber from the jungles and mountains. All would be needed in the near future, for the ever expanding layers of Bernhard's tower.
When it was established enough to be used it would serve as an excellent library and research facility. It didn't matter how many lives were lost so long as there was some benefit from their sacrifice, and the Council and Crusaders could be damned if they thought they were going to take this from him. They would be damned, Bernhard would make sure of it. His horde would rip them to pieces, and the very earth itself would open up to incinerate the survivors, if they didn't succumb to plagues and diseases loaded into the dead before then.
Of course anyone else intruding and attempting to interrupt would also have to deal with the countless walking corpses full of caustic blood and bloated with poisonous air as well, assuming that they decided to investigate why the dead had risen. Adventurers would come, perhaps, the pious and the brave, or the foolhardy. It didn't matter to Bernhard. They would all suffer, more or less, the same fate.
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