When the stranger approached, it felt as though the air had been sapped away from the space, leaving behind only the stench of rot. His visage was obscured, with soulless eyes peering behind an ethereal mask from hell. He reached out with his hand - yellowed and decayed - and spoke.
I was asked to do my take on a Morden redesign, and was excited to try and deliver. I see Morden late game as being influenced by the curse he’s stolen, taking on a new persona the more he uses it.
