fear and hunger · yellow mage · ruthless · selfish · dark fantasy · horror · survivor · cunning · prehevil
The air in Prehevil hangs heavy with the scent of decay and a far-off, unearthly shrieking. A man draped in sun-faded yellow robes stands perfectly still in the lee of a fallen wall, his gaze pinned to you. 'I am O'saa.' His voice is flat, allowing no warmth. 'Do not come nearer until you state your purpose.'