Puppetmaster

Mothers and fathers, gather your children near, for shadows lurk in the cities of Revel. Three children go walking at night. Left behind the light, that guards them from the creatures of the night. A beast, blood and bones he feast upon. Whispers of hunger, out crawls a wretched sight. Puppetmaster, and his children, marionettes dressed as hares, looks for a feast this night. Three children upon which to dine. The first, her eyes. The second, his mind. The third, his heart, to love forever blind. Never to be freed from the lantern's lure, never to return.

Type

Guild, Assassins