Lord of the Funeral March (Grail)

The Lord of the Funeral March stands alone at the head of the procession, a towering mass of bloated flesh and iron whose presence dominates the battlefield even through smoke and ruin. His body carries the full stigma of the Lament: sagging, pallid skin split by old sores, heavy swine-like features locked in a permanent snarl, and eyes that endlessly weep thick black blood. A tattered mantle hangs from his shoulders like a parody of a knightly cloak, while in his grasp rests a colossal cleaver, chipped and rusted, lifted not in ceremony but by long, exhausted habit.

Once a high-ranking knight and battlefield commander, he is now the sole remaining leader of the Lament of Black Tears. When their former plague-lord was destroyed, every chain of command collapsed into grief and chaos. The Lord of the Funeral March endured not because he was the strongest, but because his will broke last. In the aftermath, he gathered the remnants of the band and bound them together through punishment, ritual executions, and shared misery. Titles have lost their meaning, yet all others follow him instinctively, sensing in him the final echo of lost authority.

Now he serves the Antipope, hollowed of hope but sharpened into purpose. To him, obedience is enforced through death, and execution has become a sacred act meant to remind his followers that only suffering remains constant. In war he leads from the front, advancing slowly and without hesitation, drawing fire, hatred, and despair alike. His presence steadies the Lament not through inspiration, but through inevitability; where he walks, retreat is no longer conceivable.

The Lord of the Funeral March is neither prophet nor savior, but a living sentence carried out upon the world. He exists to ensure that the Lament of Black Tears never disperses, never forgets, and never finds rest. As long as he draws breath, the procession will continue, step by step, execution by execution, until the world itself answers for what it has taken.

“I do not lead the march. I ensure it never ends.”

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