eternal watcher & leader of the hunt
Wait and wait until the Gjallarhorn last sounds and final sleep comes on the heels of Ragnarok.
Made as much of nifl-mist as flesh, the king solemnly rides at the fore of the wild hunt upon his massive spectral boar. Haunted milk-white eyes give the impression of sadness, and grim determination. The aura around the alf king is cold and filled with fear, more so than any of the howling and gnashing wights of hunt who trail him.
Voice & Mannerisms:
His movements are slow and deliberate, as is his speech, which is rarely heard by men. The voice is wistful, yet deep, like it is heard from a distant cave, instead of spectral lips.
haunting • deathless • cavern-cold • patient • terrible