Empor
Dark Lord of Fear and Death
Regardless how far the eye gazed, there was nothing but darkness. An usurping bleakness, over the shallow bogs, spreading all the way to the distance. There was no air to breathe, nor sky to look upon. But the lungs, even with the absence of air, did not protest...The muscles of the limbs, deprived of all strength, do little to resist the body's collapse into the bogwater. A black essence emits from under the skin, as the mental incursion takes its toll...
"Greed"
An echo sounds from within his very mind. Twisted and corrupt.
"At its furthest reach, many have craved the River. But not you..."
Wings of shadow lash from above the shallow bogs, as the ill-shaped gargoyle-like creatures fly towards him. Screams. Their claws dive into the flesh, as they flay the humanoid entities from the spine of the figure, with the blood spraying as they are violently torn off, flown against the bogs, as the gargoyles vanish once more, as quickly as they appeared, into the blackness...Gazing down at the bogs, the vague image of the amalgamated screaming bodies that form the illusion of the bog's bottom can be recognized momentarily, as the screaming entities are pulled underwater by the flying beasts...