Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28718853-20190417132101/@comment-30014014-20190626164228

"Who DARES enter my chambers?!" A voice tethered to a body twisted and warped by gold and diamonds makes its presence known to the group who since briefly passed through the door by a key.

A man, once human, who's greed had taken over, corrupting him as the amalgamation of the treasure so knitly secured to this very room. Gigantic crimson jewels encrusted in gold rise from the piles of coins and gems, hovering and directing all life's fortune to his very body, corrupting it more than ever "You think of stealing MY treasure?! MY life's wealth?! I will have you four drown in the fortune you seek to steal from me?!"

His words pulse through the treasury, bringing unholy amalgams of the previous beasts to live, now wrapped and corrupted by gold instead of sand. All salivating in the prospect of tearing thorugh living flesh, festered for a millennium.

At the center? The outlander. The wind-walker. The sylph. And the crow, nested on the outlander's shoulder as Silvana on Sirgus's.

The latter brings out elemental weapons, much more bound to the reality, a marriage of steel and wind. Greater potency. "Outlander, his life's blood are the crimson jewels you see tethered to his form. Destroy those, and the lich sultran will become vulnerable to physical threats. We will cut the tide of beasts while you do".