The Dying Ram

Story so far

Fleeing through the guild corridor of Club Vanquisher, Carl came on a ram screaming on the floor. He had tried to rip his own throat open and was still alive; his own blood swirled around him like liquid mercury, flowing over his face and entering through his mouth and nostrils as he gurgled.

Carl stomped his head as he passed, pushing down firmly between the horns, and the skull caved in easily. He wanted to avoid personally killing these people — but this one was already nearly dead, and every kill of a Hellik worshiper kept him in Emberus's good graces.

Appearance

A horned mantaur ram with his own throat torn open, drowning as his blood pours back into his mouth and nose.

Role

Embodies the horror of Li Na's dread and Carl's grim arithmetic about god favor.

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