The great loa of the death, Bwonsamdi, as he was revered among the troll tribes, from the mighty old zandalarian empire to the swamp tribes, worshiped, feared.

Bwonsamdi is a loa with the appearance of a large troll with gray skin and a white painted face and body in the form of a skeleton with two bright blue lights in the sockets and long, spiky black hair, His face is covered by a bony, skull-shaped growth and is described as resembling a rush'kah mask. He is constantly surrounded by an aura of rot and darkness and only wearing a tattered old loincloth and leather ragged pants, his hands clawed three finger bones, and as trolls would had that characteristic accent, gripping his staff he observed from 'da other side' every soul that was offered. most prominent, the souls and drums , yes, the drums of the dark spear tribe, Vol'jin kept his word to the loa.

Bwonsamdi felt the gaze of someone and barked a laughter. someone was worshiping, as he warped and manifested on the place he was called, he raised his skeletal eyebrow and was amused.

"What you be doin', mon? It not your time to pass on... yet." Bwonsamdi stared at the wounded troll, then he realized who it was and he scoffed. "Huh, what ya be asking of ol' death?, I got tings to do on da other side than listen to sum one that never made an offering to ol' bones"