go to hell for heaven's sake; any

[Modicum Mortem]

Spring has come, but who would ever know? The trees stay stagnant in the autumnal forest, the thick underbrush and heavy canopy keep it ever-dark and cool. It’s how he likes it, how the rest of them like it. Secluded, dark, damp - perfect for whatever desire fueled them that day.

Small black legs creep through the forest. He is silent, having mastered being unseen and unheard as he walked. An art form, that he’d been practicing his entire life. Quick, lithe steps barely seem to touch the floor. Hes a silent stalker, he always had been.

He’s always working towards something greater, a way to bring evil to the forefront of Beqanna. He gives his citizens tasks to wreak havoc among the more neutral lands, and he attempts to cause trouble himself. But lately, he’s been quietly building up the copper kingdom, waiting for his chance to strike…

Waiting for others who would gladly cause mayhem with him.

Modicum Mortem

@[Sinner] sorry this is garbage just wanted to get something up to you.