THE STAG
Exotic / Warlock / Head / Helmet
Only bones for your feast. Only death for my victory.

Dearly Departed
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Lore
The Stag
Only bones for your feast. Only death for my victory.
In a distant life I knew fear. But bones cannot bleed. Your slings and arrows carve runes of power into my skull. I am prey no longer.
I was your sacrifice. Your food, your harvest. You thought I would lie where I fell. But I am prey no longer.
Now it is my turn to stalk you among the long shadows. To make your strength my own. To take all you hold dear.
For I am prey no longer.