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Profile: The Dead One sits on the Throne of Skulls in the House of the Dead, there in the ancient city of Ulv. If anyone ever knew its gender, the memory is long since lost.
Does it matter? It certainly cannot breed. It has been dead for millennia. Dead, but still among the living.
It sits unmoving, a slumped corpse, shriveled and mummified. But though it is dead, it does not lack power. Its orders come into the thoughts of its terrified subordinates. Its powers motivate huge legions of undead warriors. It rules its domain with a bitter hand.
Its subjects it keeps in perpetual ignorance, their sole religion worship of their dead master. The slightest resistance to its rule is put down with the sword, the lash, and the stake. For a thousand years and more, it has ruled Ulvir.
But it could never conquer more; for beyond a certain distance from its throne, its undead legions collapsed into dust and rotting flesh.
That has changed, now. Magic is stronger. Death is on the march.
Death is Ulvir's friend. It revels in death. It plans to make the world its own.
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