The Revenant Hulks are towering monstrosities, their forms swollen with unnatural strength, clad in polished steel plate and draped in heavy mail. Shackled to their backs are great iron coffins, their contents unknown—prisons, burdens, or trophies of some long-forgotten cruelty. They wield immense hammers and flails, each swing capable of pulping men and shattering even the stoutest shield wall.
In life, the Lord of Calden had no patience for subtlety. He favored blunt force over cleverness, brutality over precision. His court was a place where knights vied for favor through sheer spectacle, learning that the messier the kill, the greater the reward. Poisons and silent daggers earned only disdain; true conquest was loud, crushing, and absolute. These Hulks, once among his most favored warriors, have carried that lesson into undeath.
