‘They hear nothing... but I listen to the stones, and they guide us all. Soon, the bones will dance, and the blood will flow.’
— Cavroon, Gobor Bonedancer
Old as the bones he commands, Cavroon was the first of the Gobor to hear the dark whispers emanating from the ancient, bestial Menhirs. Whether the voice belongs to Melmora, or Raaz’n Guul, born from her rotten tooth, none can say for certain, but the power it grants him is undeniable. While the rest of his kin are driven by little more than primal bloodlust, Cavroon's twisted mind sees beyond the chaos. He leads the Gobor not through strength, but through fear—the fear of his dark magic and the mysterious forces he communes with.
The Gobor would likely tear each other apart without Cavroon’s guidance, but under his foul leadership, they march as one. His rituals, performed to the sound of bone and decay, keep the tribe united, even if only out of terror. Every time the Menhirs hum with that strange voice, Cavroon listens, and the Gobor follow. They may not understand the will behind the whispers, but they know better than to defy the Bonedancer.
His grotesque rituals corrupt the land and spread chaos, as he revels in the madness of his crazy dance. They say his wicked laugh echoes like the wind through dark woods of Rotvar, a sign that plague and destruction are near.
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