Lord Tziensarith

A desiccated form of a draconian rises up here. More corpse then then living tissue, blue scales cover putrid bone where skin still remains. Hallow eye sockets burn with a black eldritch fire which undulates as if alive. Twisted horns jut skyward and have turned a yellowish brown color suggestive of long dead bone, they seem a fitting crown to the head of this thing. The chest and abdomen reveal a single long scar, in the shape of a Y which appears to be stitched up. The skin ripples chaotically and from stitching holes an occasional maggot can be seen wriggling free and dropping to ground. Ribs are exposed in areas, and the skin looks ancient and as dead and cold as the grave wince this thing has come. The arms and legs seem oddly shaped, almost to thin and skeletal to be of any use. In fact, the entire creature seems a walking skeletal creature. on the left forearm are a series of dark runes that also glow with a deep eldritch fire, a cold fire that seems to suck the very heat from the room.

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[Exits: The Banquet Hall]