The Drowned King
Once a noble ruler, the Drowned King came to Jorando to atone for his sins, but it was too late and he was cursed by the gods for his hubris and now wanders the marshes, twisted by the waters that claimed his life. His body is bloated, adorned in tattered, waterlogged finery. His crown, a symbol of lost glory, is rusted and fused to his skull. He drags a massive sword covered in Marrow Cling that seems impossibly heavy, but he wields it with terrifying ease. His eyes glow with a sickly green light, and the air around him is filled with the stench of decay.
He wore his guilt in the barnacles that grew from the scars of his self flagellation.