The Slumbering Tsar
A cleric of Nergal, an ancient and now mostly obscure god of death. Runs the only religious establishment in the camp. As such the campies are none too comforted by his presence but tolerate it nonetheless.This grim hobgoblin paints his face bone white and wears only black hooded robes, yet has a surprisingly dry sense of humor. He came to this place and set up a shrine at the dictates of his deity. The vast sweep of death comprising the Desolation required some sort of homage to the Lord of the Dead. Despite his vocation, he’s a very likable fellow. He’s in no hurry to send others on to meet his god, because he is extremely patient. Here on the edge of the Desolation he assumes that everyone in the Camp is as good as dead, and he is content to let them all meet their ends as fate has decreed.