Ash Lord

Description

A human Gold aristocrat and formidable military commander, dressed in severe, elegant attire befitting a powerful figure at court. His bearing is imposing and controlled, though his face, hair, complexion, and build are not described in the available text. An elderly Gold with a grotesque, imposing face and dark gold eyes peering out from beneath twin thickets of thick eyebrows. Heavy jowls hang over the high black collar of his military uniform while his wide mouth forms a straight line, his expression often stricken with rage. This old killer projects as a gigantic holographic head twice the width of others, with pale skin, short cropped gray hair, and the broad-shouldered build of a lifelong battlefield commander whose very presence radiates menace and authority. Lying in a nest of blankets on a grand bed by the bright sea is the Ash Lord, remnants of a giant standing over seven feet with a frame that once weighed as much as a Telemanus. Now barely a third of that man, he is emaciated and skeletal with arms shrunken inward, all muscle withered away, and cadaverous legs. His once onyx-dark skin hangs loose and scabrous, covered in yellow flakes and oozing pus into white bandages while tight dry scale-like skin stretches over his titanic bald skull. Once-bright eyes are sunken deep and stained with rotten yellow infection, watching without malice, as shrunken lips curl and part to bare rotting gums or clear his throat grotesquely. Wires and fluid lines connect him to machines cycling his blood and removing waste, the whole form like a thrashing mantis when set ablaze, his dry husk contracting, boiling, swelling, and blackening amid acrid smoke in his final moments. A once-towering, exceptionally heavy old man, now emaciated and skeletal, lies amid a nest of blankets. His arms have shrunk to withered limbs, and loose, scabrous skin flakes yellow and oozes into white bandages. His bald head is enormous, with tight, dry skin stretched over a titanic skull; sunken eyes are stained a rotten yellow, and his lips are shrunken. Medical wires and fluid lines connect him to life-support machines beside the bed.