Lore:
Deathseers
All know of the ancient symbol of the Balance: the pentacle trade sigil of Eschatonomists, merchant sorcerors and astrologers to forgotten king-priests of old.
The symbol was commonly depicted as a set of merchant scales, weighing a human heart against a white feather - an ancient rite of Virtue and Judgement in the Afterlife, where the devouring jaws of a crocodile, beast or serpent were said to await those deemed unworthy.
In the Old Forest Of Idols, the Balance has become intertwined with superstition and local folklore. Villagers whisper fearfully of Lackheaded Martinus, the Woeful Grim Man of The North.
Few now dare mention he who was once an impish figure of frivolity, fun and farmer's mischief; of good humour and merriment - Martin Lack-a-Head lifting the skirts of a peevish milkmaid, stealing cheese in the laughing night, leaping and somersaulting as he turns the whey sour.
For in the witching hours of gloom, as famine-pinched peasants stare into starveling fires and empty blackened hearths, they say instead that Lackhead marches beneath the war-banner and drum - to serve the One Disinherited.
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