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At first sight the Xala'shar overseer appears to be nothing more than a decorative suit of armor. The sharpened steel plates cover its massive frame from head to toe, protecting whatever lies beneath. Its surface has been etched with a multitude of glowing green glyphs, each pulsing rhythmically and in unison. From behind the dark steel visor of the helm, two lifeless milky white eyes can be discerned, their gaze cold and unforgiving, floating upon a sea of endless black.
It is wearing a black iron helm etched with a tangle of burning runic sigils, some massive plate armor formed of jagged interlocking plates, a leather cuirbouilli coat, some massive plate armor formed of jagged interlocking plates, a black iron helm etched with a tangle of burning runic sigils.
It is carrying an intricately carved black iron halberd, a war club, an intricately carved black iron halberd.
A hulking Xala'shar overseer slams its foot into the ground as it begins to vent a thick cloud of smoke, surrounding its heavily armored frame in a choking mass of black.
Moments later, the Xala'shar overseer emits a metallic roar as the black smoke suddenly coalesces into the ghostly silhouette of a humanoid figure, which speeds towards you!
Moving a moment to late, the smoky silhouette lunges forward and winds its formless body around you with the ease of a serpent entangling its helpless prey. As you remain paralyzed by some unseen force an airy voice whispers in your ear, "Formed from sorrow and agony, I have been forged in the black fires of death! Witness my pain, and know the horrors of life!"
The world appears to slow down around you before being engulfed by a shifting sea of shadow and smoke. Without warning, events long buried in the corners of your mind lurch forward to reveal their hidden truths before your very eyes. Familiar and obscure faces and events of your past surge forward like a massive wave breaking through a weakened dam, drowning you within a churning torrent of raw emotion.
Slowly, the haze lifts from your body with a chilly hiss, leaving you a shuddering mass strewn upon the ground.
A hulking Xala'shar overseer emits a hollow metallic laugh as it towers over your corpse.
With practiced motions, the Xala'shar overseer growls a rhythmic incantation with a ringing metallic growl as it spreads a gauntleted hand above your abdomen.
Without warning your lifeless body explodes in a viscous shower of blood and shattered bone, leaving your corpse a mangled and disfigured mess.