My Character Description

The Last Words of Alfar Hunter

The tide of the battle is changing, I can hear the triumphant battle cries of men, dwarves and elves alike. But their cries soon turn to hoarse screams, the enemy is here. I rush toward the sound of the commotion to a horrible sight, the Dark Lord, surrounded by the bodies of his foes. 
Aenox is a monstrous sight, his helmet is pointed like a black crown. Where his eyes should be there is only bottomless pits of evil. I struggle to comprehend how we are going to defeat this killer. His very armour is engraved with the faces of the tortured souls of his enemies. His hands crackle with power, all stemming from that helmet. He is a cruel and vicious tyrant, and he will show no mercy...