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The Lost Man
A man who kills everything in sight.
IN truth he is cursed, everyone he kills, a fragment of their soul is retained in his own soul. Appearing as a voice, sometimes with memories, sometimes with skills. Always with their voice.
The voices all appear as dissonent whispers, echoing to overwhelming levels at times. Most often the only coherent words are when they demand violence, demanding another voice for the choir.
The voices can be used to fuel magic, momentarily silencing them however they always return.
He had a few years of peace when he decided to attempt to retire, however he was forced back into the bloodlust when his home was burnt to the ground with him in it.
The voices brought him back, quieter yes, but they were louder, harder to ignore when their whispers turned to shouting for blood, to slay those who destroyed his home, destroyed their peace.