Lord Honos, the ruler of the once peaceful estate, was a man consumed by an insatiable restlessness. Cursed by War, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, he was forever trapped in a state of perpetual agitation & regret

His mind was a battlefield, a constant clash of conflicting emotions, driving him to the brink of madness, a monster of his mind own creations

The once serene halls now echoed with the sounds of his restless pacing and muttered curses. His servants lived in fear, dreading the day when his rage would consume them all

Honos himself was a prisoner of his own torment, a tragic figure caught in an endless cycle of violence & despair. His eyes burned with a feverish intensity, his voice a torrent of angry words. Yet, beneath the surface of his rage, a flicker of vulnerability, a longing for peace