You’ll hear the heavy thud of his footsteps on the deck before you see him. He walks with a lumbering grace that lies hooded below a long black cloak. If the candlelight catches his face at the right time, you’ll see half his head is without flesh. A golden skull peaks out at you, half of his mouth in a permanent, gilded grin. Caught between a final transmutation spell and the earth blood that both spared his life and cursed him to it, he wanders the world with bones of gold and the colossal strength to carry them. His name is Goldbones and he fucking hates wizards.
Paddy Dobson
22nd July 2021