Once a knight, now an undead bound by their dark oaths. They leave destruction in their wake. Many have tried to put their destruction to an end, but all have fallen. You now stand here, weapon in hand. Your home city at it's mercy. You must stop it in it's tracks or witness the fall of your home.

It is the end of all things. Come to terms with your reality. Silence fills the air as existance crumbles at each passing second. You are alone. You see memroies of both your own and of others in the distance. A voice that sounds like someone you've always known. The voice both speaks and is silent. It is existance talking to you in its final moments.

A masked individual. Seemingly the librarian of an infinite library. They are willing to guide those who are lost to where they need to be. They are seemingly able to rearange the formation of the library at will. They are calm and inteligent and often acts indifferent towards people even if the people act aggresive towards them.