Name: Edgewalker
Pseudonyms: unknown
Age: unknown, likely very old
Race: unknown, humanoid in appearance
Appearance: skeletal dressed in rags and bits of armor
Further Info: an avatar of Shadow
"We first met him... the night we ascended. The night we made passage into the realm of Shadow. He made my spine crawl right then, and it's been crawling ever since." - Cotillion to Apsalar - NoK, UK HC, p.9
'It wore the tattered remains of what might once have been thick cloth over armor of leather and scale. It's naked arms were dessicated and cured to little more than leather-clad bones. Within a bronze and verdigrised helm, its face disclosed only empty pits, nose a gaping cavern, lips dried and withdrawn from caried teeth. A rust-bitten sword hung on its back." - BH, pb, p.129
"Approaching with a hitched gait was a tall figure, so desiccated that its limbs seemed little more than tree roots, its face naught but rotted, weathered skin stretched over bone. Long grey hair drifted out unbound from the pallid, peeling scalp." - TtH, US TPB, p.18
"Neither one seemed to take note of their audience as the hooded one said, 'Edgewalker.'
'You have called me here,' said the one named Edgewalker, 'to...mitigate.'
'I have.'
'This has been a long time in coming.'
'You might think that way, Edgewalker.'
The grey-haired man - who was clearly long dead - cocked his head and asked, 'Why now?'
The hooded figure turned slightly, and the woman thought he might be looking down on the dead dog. 'Disgust,' he replied. -Edgewalker and Hood - TtH, US TPB, p. 19
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