Harbingers of Ragnarok
Lord Prescott Milton
Once was a man, but now I’m ghostified, I never dreamed I could live without you by my side.
Handsome in his body, but weak in his spirit, Lord Milton is doomed to walk the line of the material plane and ethereal plane for as long as he is bound to the amulet which holds his spirit and the spirits of others. He has learned magic through a wise cleric who also inhabits the amulet, and remembers fondly pitching his songs of woo on his dulcimer to his dear lady, whom he sacrificed himself for in order to protect her from the dark magic which sealed his fate.
“Roll for Spookins…”
“True nobility is exempt from fear.” – Marcus Tullius Cicero