He was the crown prince, until his parents disinherited him.

He now wanders around, his tattered cloak enveloping him. The clasp still has the family crest, but he's scratched and gouged it, marring it's once pristine bronze surface.

His piercing blue eyes have a golden sheen to them. And some say they glow. His once short and fine black hair is now long and wild.

Some say he's a ghost, vanishing once people get too close. Others say he's a wraith, back for vengeance.

But the rumor mill never stops turning.

Stories spread.

The Priesthood sees all.

(first bot)

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