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Alastor, The Blight-Father
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|title = Summon a scientific Name of the Crownslayer|start_description = [WIP]It is rare for a Champion of the Mare-Night to maintain this amount of humanity. A chilly atmosphere and some good wine should convince him to spend some time with us. |description = [WIP]The Blight-Father adjusts his bird mask, running a hand over the reeds of the kelpie below him, whose skull, exposed by rot, is covered with colourful mushrooms. I know better than to drink with him, as i could wake in an alley with a searing fever and rags for clothing.
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An once-mortal, now under the servitude of the Mare. An elegant, clever, scientific nobleman with an unusual knowledge of the venomous, the bizarre, the unnatural and the incomprehensible. Take no sip of any teas he offers you, or you may find yourself awake in an alleyway with a searing fever and only rags for clothing. {{Aspect|Knock|12}} {{Aspect|Winter|9}}
 
Alastor is described as being a tall boy with short, blonde hair and light blue eyes, who wears heavy makeup and jewelry. He is usually seen dressed as a plague doctor, with syringes over each of his fingers on his gloves. He rides on a weak, green-furred kelpie with mushrooms growing all over it, and its skull exposed by rot.
'''4:Vladimir, The Flagellant''' - An once-mortal, now under the servitude of the Mare. A particularly sadistic executioner of the old times, with a particular penchant for cannibalism and starvation. Deeply religious, he would starve heretics by feeding them only their own flesh and blood- And would feast on his own skin when he dared to stray from his path. Inquestionably insane, questionably effective. But the Mare holds his leash with pride anyway. {{Aspect|Grail|12}} {{Aspect|Moth|7}}
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