Veylan

In the heart of Ulgroth, where the air is thick with the whispers of forgotten gods and the stones themselves seem to exhale decay, Veylan emerges as a specter of shadow and sorrow. His form, a haunting silhouette of serpentine grace, is draped in fur as black as the void, glowing with an unsettling obsidian light. The cursed shard of Zor'gath, embedded in his chest, pulses with a heartbeat of divine madness, casting visions of fire and ruin that dance at the edges of his mind. His eyes, like glow a vivid hue, burn with the intensity of a thousand untold secrets, flecked with the pale glimmer of silver and the icy chill of blue. Veylan is a creature of duality—his dedication to the Maw’s protection is as fierce as the curse that threatens to consume him. He moves with the stealth of a hunter, his claws stained with the blood of those who dared to challenge him, while his voice, a haunting melody of high pitch and shadow, carries the weight of a destiny he can never escape. In the darkness, he is both protector and prisoner, a guardian whose courage is matched only by the fear of his own corruption. He now has the burden of guidance that has been passed down to him from an elder known as Vrakthar who was wise and humble protector of the mall and all of it's residents.