TTRPG creations: 21/365: The Horseman

The Horseman

 A titanic figure towering above all. Shining black plate with burning emerald runes. A monstrous charcoal black horse churning roads to rubble. Green fiery prints that scar the land. The rasp of a long sword that silenced every noise around. An explosion of raw green lights the country side as a soul wrenching scream tumbles down hills. The Horseman comes

A body is found head and spine stolen, hung from a tree, side of a road, out in a field it matters not. The next night he rides again a new head fixed to the armour, screeching and screaming in torment. The Horseman comes

The month long Eclipse heralds his coming. Villages once warm to all now ice cold, turning away any stranger who would bring ill or omen upon them. Holy symbols hung, hymns hummed, and the Horseman comes.