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After Ridfoirn, Loimos called for Prikrip, the giant, bird-like undead had never been one to wrap himself in any sort of cloth before, the crooked shape of his body, the broken skull that gave sight into what looked very much like struggling and screaming souls, the minuscule amount of feather clinging to the lower back, forming a semblance of a tail, two misshapen and atrophied wings…

The minor lord had never looked even a quarter as agile as he actually was, always carrying around this immense greatsword which he used to channel his innate ability of dustening, and that was without mentioning the other powers in his arsenal that he hadn't had the occasion to use much.

Prikrip was a real wonder of abilities unique to him in a similar fashion to Herlbe, now, to further render his movements even less predictable, the avian undead was garbed in an awfully wide and ample dark blue cloak accompanied with a hood even.