Vaticus
Vaticus Darglore
The Faceless:
He stood outside the temple of Gargauth; swallowed by the shadow of the monstrous structure. An unseen smile danced over hidden lips as his stainless steel facial mask reflected the setting laid before him. Thrusting an arm into the air; surges of pale-blue lightning coursed up and down his forearm. Upon finishing the evocation, he lowered his arm, and turned away from the temple - retreating in the direction from whence he came. In his wake, a massive pillar erupted from the earth just outside of Gargauth's temple; atop the pillar, the torn battle standard of Vaticus, the TRUE Hidden Lord, billowed in wind unfelt. His message had been delivered to the False God.
He stood outside the temple of Gargauth; swallowed by the shadow of the monstrous structure. An unseen smile danced over hidden lips as his stainless steel facial mask reflected the setting laid before him. Thrusting an arm into the air; surges of pale-blue lightning coursed up and down his forearm. Upon finishing the evocation, he lowered his arm, and turned away from the temple - retreating in the direction from whence he came. In his wake, a massive pillar erupted from the earth just outside of Gargauth's temple; atop the pillar, the torn battle standard of Vaticus, the TRUE Hidden Lord, billowed in wind unfelt. His message had been delivered to the False God.