Claws and Fangs and Fury

His mind is a dance of blades and wet-works, an endless rerun of slaughter.

He was a monster in life; he is no less so in death.

Always the center of his own universe, he scarcely pays heed to the ominous hooded form of Death standing in the city center as he scurries down the steps of the training hall and makes his way through the Portal Plaza to the glowing conduit that will take him to Urland.

Frenzik has unfinished business, and unfinished business needs tending.