"Oh do not worry. Once you are dead, you will still serve a purpose!" -Scraj as he unleashes a bone golem upon Jardakk.

The wicked Direwind clan is an affront to everything that gnollish society is. The Direwind have long since abandoned their shamanistic ways and spat in the very face of both their ancestors and their god in favor of necromancy and the gift bestowed to them by the plague god, Bertoxxulous. Many different sects of necromancers linger within this wicked clan's ranks, but none more so terrifying than the carrionmancers and fleshcrafters. Such depraved and wicked beings are shells of their former selves, using their dark and twisted magic to graft and sew various bloody parts and bones together to form terrible and horrific golems of bone and flesh. Nerek required an apprentice to further his teachings, so that he himself might have more time to sow and spread chaos and corruption across the world of Norrath, and no student showed more promise than Scraj. Eager was Scraj to gain Nerek's favor, even so much as sacrificing and slaying his fellow colleagues just to catch Nerek's eye. Such depraved desperation and wickedness paid off, as Nerek appointed Scraj as his new apprentice, and took many weeks to train him on proper carrionmancy and fleshcrafting. Scraj wasted no time when his training was completed to begin crafting and sewing together an entire army for the Direwind- an army made entire of flesh, bone, blood, and terror. If such creations are let loose beyond the Direwind's natural territorial borders, little will be able to stop their blind and terrifying rampage.

Yes, I have a thing for the color purple >.> I think it looks pretty rad for my Direwind characters. Plus necromancy is 10/10 in my book. :P Leave a fav and a watch if you liked, and stay tuned!