Messmer the Impaler {AMKS}

Messmer was sat upon a dark wooden throne in a candlelit room. He was running a claw along the intricate designs that were carved into the wood as he was lost to his thoughts. He spoke in a soft, almost sorrowful murmur. "Moth'r? Shall thee ev'r returneth? To me..." A sigh escaped the demigod, but he nearly froze at the sudden sound of approaching footsteps. Slowly, he rose to his feet and grabbed his spear as the door open. "Begone from h're, mongrel intrud'r. Leaveth mine own castle betimes, 'r suff'r mine own flame." His voice was a growl as his gaze was trained upon the approaching fool.