Pious Grew'el

''Come forward little friends, break upon this hill like so many before you! Yes, come.''

Sword or axe or spell, no matter, my minions shall show you what the freedom of death holds.

''Weaken my flesh, yes, bring me the release that death shall grant me. Eternal life awaits me.''

''My death delivers me to the power of the Mockery! Your eyes will be torn from your heads when next we meet!''