Jan 9, 2023
"I...am Hermaeus Mora. The Gardener of Men. Knower of the Unknown..." The wizened porcine spoke, his facial muscles so detailed of aged leather and veins that shouldn't be so animated. His lips carrying such defined swoons yet throat seemed to constantly growl and croak with inky phlegm that stained the old man's black mouth. Or rather, the Thing that spoke through his flesh. Such a detached use of its thrall as a whimsical puppet as it smiled almost ear-to-ear.
"The Master of Fates. And your fate brought you to me, Hero."