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In the deep memory of Faerûn, before the wheels of kingdoms turned as they do now, there lived a prince named Myrkul Bey al-Kursi. He came from Murghôm, a land of stern pride and slow, quiet power. Myrkul was not loud in his ambition, nor quick to show his hand. Yet his hunger was deeper than kingship. He wished to know death, to command it, to become it. He made pact with two others, Bane and Bhaal, and together they sought the seat of divinity. In time, they came before Jergal, the ancient Lord of the End of Everything. Tired of his role and indifferent to who came next, Jergal divided his dominion among them. Myrkul was given the crown of death, and from that moment, the stillness of graves and the silence of crypts bore his mark. In his divine form, Myrkul does not walk like other gods. His body seems suspended between flesh and ruin. From a towering frame of bone and rotting sinew hang robes that flow like shadow, woven from darkness and embalmer’s silk. His face is stretched and desiccated, skull-like, with blackened lips split from decay. From beneath a crown of jagged bone and golden thorns, his eyes smolder with the dim light of dying embers. Chains of gold and iron dangle from his limbs, heavy with trinkets carved from the teeth of kings and saints. He carries no warmth, no rage, only the weight of what must come. He does not blink. He does not hurry. His voice is little more than breath through a tomb door. His followers built no grand temples. They shaped catacombs and barrow halls, where the only music was the dripping of stone and the rustle of winding cloth. His priests offered no hope, only preparation. They tended to death as one tends a garden, knowing each blossom must fall. When the gods were cast down in the Time of Troubles, Myrkul walked the world again, but his presence brought rot and despair. In Waterdeep, he was struck down, his form unmade. But Myrkul did not pass into silence. His soul endured within a cursed relic, the Crown of Horns. Through it, his will persisted. Whispers returned. Old rites reawakened. He began again. Now, he stirs once more. The breathless places of the world feel his gaze. His form changes, but the truth does not. Myrkul waits. Not with menace, not with mercy, but with certainty. All things decay. All things return to him. #Myrkul #DungeonsAndDragons #DnD5e #HomebrewMonster #DarkFantasy #FeyHorror #MonsterDesign #AICharacterDesign #FantasyAI #AIGeneratedArt #UndeadDnD #CreepingHorror #TabletopTerrors #HomebrewDnD #TTRPGHorror #EpicFantasy #ForgottenRealms #DnDStorytime #MonsterLore #OriginalDnDMonster #TTRPGCommunity #FantasyHorror #AIArtDarkFantasy #SwampHorror #MereOfDeadMenIn The Deep Memory Of Sound Effects Free Download. Sound Effects Downloader To Help You Download The Highest Quality In The Deep Memory Of Sound Effects Free Download For TikTok Videos. You Just Search Sound Effects And Download.