“What pleasures could such weak vessels know? What indulgence can I hope to receive from beasts so tim– Ohhh… Now, there is something. But dare I expect more?”
“Expect nothing outside of transaction. Beg and we’ll see how I feel.”
He is a predator, a whirlwind of motion and black steel, leaving a trail of shattered lives and crimson blooms in his wake.
A figure of terrifying elegance, Korimrath leads the Kabal of the Weeping Heart. His crimson hair, a vibrant cascade down his back, was bound with a whip of black leather, studded with cruel spikes.
A jagged scar, testament to some horrendous injury, marred his face, covering his nose, forehead, and right eye. His skin, pale as moonlight, was adorned with the grotesque warpaint of his Kabal– a macabre artistry that evoked blood dripping from gaping wounds on chest and head.
