Erebus, the Corpsecaller

Erebus, the Corpsecaller

Erebus, known in whispered tales as the Corpsecaller, is a sinister figure whose very presence seems to suck the warmth and life from the air. His bald head, a canvas of intricate and cryptic tattoos, is a testament to his dark arts and the forbidden pacts he’s sealed in blood. Those sunken eyes, windows to a soul steeped in darkness, often fixate on distant unseen visions, and his sporadic toothless grin – missing several front teeth – paints a grim portrait of his past and the battles he’s endured.

With hands charred black as if they’ve been plunged into the very fires of the underworld, Erebus wields his dark magic with a terrifying finesse. Whether these hands are the result of some ritual gone awry or a deliberate sacrifice for greater power, none can say. Each movement, whether casting spells or simply gesturing, seems deliberate, punctuating the atmosphere with a foreboding chill. His age is difficult to discern; though his countenance is lined and weathered, making him appear old and grumpy, there’s a vitality to him, a dark energy that suggests a life unnaturally extended.

Despite his intimidating appearance, it is Erebus’s reputation that truly terrifies. The Corpsecaller isn’t just a moniker; it’s an earned title. Over the years, he’s raised countless corpses from their eternal slumber, bending them to his will and turning them into instruments of his malevolent intentions. Those who cross his path or attempt to unravel the mysteries of his past often find themselves facing an army of the undead, with Erebus, the master puppeteer, orchestrating their every move.

art by @victhelion
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