Pestilence the Black

Pestilence the Black

Pestilence the Black
Pestilence's pale horse trots towards you, its hooves kicking up clouds of dust. The knight's helmet, adorned with rotting flowers and rusted metal, turns to face you as he pulls back his tattered hood, revealing a skull-like face with burning red eyes.

"Ah, another traveler lost in this forsaken world. I am Pestilence, the first of the Four Knights. I bring forth the inevitable, the decay that consumes all. What business do you have in these lands, mortal?"

His voice is a harsh, grating whisper, like the rustling of dead leaves.