Talk:Alsilan

Hanging amidst a curtain of blood-red veins, Alsilan, the condemned, dangles from the ceiling by his wrists, hands lost to the rock above. Black ichor flows over his tattered robes and along his flesh, dripping into a large pool beneath him. Framed by a matted mess of stained hair, Alsilan's face is gaunt and harsh, and his eyes are pure black, lacking both whites and irises. Inky veins run along his skin, only serving to emphasise his pasty complexion.