Violent Death and Murder (Beyzor Lord)

At the Height of His Power
Though soaked crimson in blood as the troops fell before his blade, Violent Death and Murder smiled with each blow. The cocky, assured smile of a man that knew his job was too easy. Each blow he struck sailed through the air as cleanly and calmly as the first. As he fought on his stature seemed to grow, his muscles bulged, he failed to show even a drop of sweat, and his face, pure red, with a blood red mask, was unmarred as the sun struck his iconic face. Then a blow struck, cut his mask, and a faint white glow poured from the mask, but behind it, all that could be seen was the shadow of what should have been a face. He erupted in rage, his blows cleaving through troops, 4 to a blow, each one sheared clean through the spin as if no stronger than stalks of wheat, and the poor fool that cut his face erupted in a fountain of blood. His troops, the thousands of white faces gathered before him, parted as he moved, then immediately closed in behind him, continuing the battle. His Beyzors, the red faced elves who served the evil seneschal, were without number. He commanded through sheer power, terror, and unquestioning loyalty, and his troops moved as a single machine.

The Healing of Ruthiel

Interactions with the Adventurers of Kaurath

His Defeat