GaldortheGreat
Acolyte
Lord Solomon's obsession with perfection drove him to desecrate his own creations repeatedly, dismantling them only to rebuild them in more nightmarish forms. Flesh and bone were never enough for him. No, Solomon sought to craft living weapons—embodiments of terror. He replaced their shattered limbs with gruesome mechanical appendages, creations of his sick genius. Steel blades, sharper than death’s scythe, jutted from their bodies, fused to their sinew and nerves, rendering the Baldagaars unstoppable engines of carnage. These hellish machines, forged in the fires of Solomon’s madness, bore weapons so massive, no mere human could wield them—yet for the Baldagaars, they were an extension of their cursed flesh.
Each one a living monument to Solomon’s deranged ambition, twisted figures of pain and fear, roaming The Dread Wastes, seeking whom next, they will devour.