The Four Humors

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"On the battlefield you can practically taste the scent of iron, all of your comrades are down, you're all that's left, and it seems like all hope is lost.
Until you watch the sky black out, a black figure opening its wings, as if absorbing all of the blood on the battlefield, and diving to your aid."





Don't worry, despite their intimidating appearance, this aasimar monk of long death/mercy is here to protect you from harm.