Ash Lord
SupportingAn 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.
The Ash Lord debuts in Morning Star as a towering, rage-filled Gold warlord, his grotesque holographic visage embodying the Society's unyielding martial might as a lifelong battlefield commander radiating menace. By Iron Gold, time and affliction have reduced this giant to a withered, pus-oozing husk tethered to life-support machines, his emaciated form a pathetic shadow of former glory, culminating in a horrific death where his dry body thrashes, boils, and blackens like a mantis in flames. This stark evolution from imposing tyrant to decaying relic underscores the saga's themes of inevitable decline amid galactic upheaval.
Physical Description
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.
Evolution
Iron Gold
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.
- Lies emaciated on a grand bed by the sea, shrunken to a skeletal remnant of his seven-foot frame, skin scabrous and oozing pus.
- Connected to machines cycling his blood and removing waste, his sunken yellow-stained eyes watch without malice.
- Clears throat grotesquely with rotting gums visible, a far cry from his former vitality.
- Dies in agony as his husk contracts, boils, swells, and blackens amid acrid smoke, thrashing like a mantis set ablaze.
Book Appearances
Iron Gold
First appears Ch 60