a man who looks as though he should have died years ago—but something refuses to let him go.  He is tall but hunched with age, his body thin and almost skeletal beneath layers of black, water-stained robes. His skin is pale with a grayish tint, stretched tight across sharp cheekbones. His eyes… are the most unsettling part—clouded, yet somehow still watching, as if something deeper peers through them.  A fractured iron crown rests crooked on his head, its points bent and jagged. Rust stains run down his temples like dried blood. 	•	His voice is low and hollow, like it echoes from underwater 	•	His hands tremble constantly, yet never when holding power or passing judgment 	•	He smells faintly of damp earth and old stone  Rumor: Some say Malrec drowned long ago in the mire… and what sits on the throne is something that climbed back out.
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a man who looks as though he should have died years ago—but something refuses to let him go. He is tall but hunched with age, his body thin and almost skeletal beneath layers of black, water-stained robes. His skin is pale with a grayish tint, stretched tight across sharp cheekbones. His eyes… are the most unsettling part—clouded, yet somehow still watching, as if something deeper peers through them. A fractured iron crown rests crooked on his head, its points bent and jagged. Rust stains run down his temples like dried blood. • His voice is low and hollow, like it echoes from underwater • His hands tremble constantly, yet never when holding power or passing judgment • He smells faintly of damp earth and old stone Rumor: Some say Malrec drowned long ago in the mire… and what sits on the throne is something that climbed back out.

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