A dark, horned figure in a black hooded robe with bony hands and a glowing skull on its chest stands before a swirling grey portal, fantasy art style.

Cyric stepped through the swirling portal, the illusion masking his hideousness melted away. Gone were the humble clothes and roguish good looks. His face hardened into a rigored mask, blood red and gaunt. The flesh vanished from his fingers, leaving them little more than daggers of bone. A robe of darkness cloaked his lithe frame. The shadowy vestment was patterned only with a small gleaming white skull that seemed to float over the god's heart. See more