Illicit Reaper Cloak

When the end comes… Will you clear the way for him, Hunter?

"I want out, man. I just want out." —A Dark Age drifter


He sat with men who went by the name "Dredgen" in a ritual at least one man had completed before.

Together, they heard whispers. They heard voices. A thousand. Maybe more.

He had always thought they had picked their name for themselves.

But they hadn't. The whispers had given it to them.

He would have found out either way, sooner or later.

Because in another lifetime, he would hear the Cabal Emperor describe his demigods with the same word.


Of Yor.

Of Calus.

Of nothing, as far as he was concerned.


Category: Emperor Calus

Insigne Shade Bond

Illicit Reaper Bond

Category: The Drifter

Illicit Reaper Mark

III: Self

Category: Dredgen Yor

IV: Whispers

III: Self

Category: Shadows of Yor

IV: Whispers