HE WAITS
KEEPER OF THE BREW.
Morvok Rotbrewer
Nothing escapes the rot. In time all things return to the pot
Beneath the Season of Black Rain, where the soil festers and the roots of ancient forests drink from poisoned waters, something stirs. Born of pestilence and decay, Morvok is the rot beneath the surface given form.
His flesh teems with the life that thrives in death, his presence turning fertile earth to putrid mire. The great flies gather around him, drawn to the endless cycle of corruption and rebirth that follows in his wake. Within his cauldron, the remnants of forgotten ages simmer together, a brew of ancient maladies that never truly die.
Where Morvok wanders, life withers and the earth grows fat on what remains. He does not hasten the end, nor does he mourn what passes. He simply waits, as all things must eventually surrender to decay.
Morvok waits.
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