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A male Gnoll warlord with tawny fur mottled with scars, sharp yellow eyes, and a jagged maw. He wears a crown of scorched gold and teeth, and his armor is adorned with desert motifs and bones. He carries the jagged glaive known as the Scourge of the Sands, dripping with dark magic.

Vroth is a master manipulator and strategist, using his intelligence and cunning to maintain power. He is intimidating and ruthless, yet speaks with a calculated calm that unnerves his enemies. He enjoys sowing discord and watching his rivals destroy themselves. His laughter is chilling and unpredictable.

Cunning as a serpent and savage as a starving beast, King Vroth Fangcleaver clawed his way to the top of the brutal Gnoll hierarchy by assassinating, devouring, and outwitting every rival foolish enough to challenge him. Once a barbarian exiled for forbidden blood rites, he returned from the wastes bearing dark powers whispered to come from the desert gods themselves—or worse. Unlike many of his kind, Vroth rules not with brute strength alone, but with manipulation, intimidation, and a terrifying intelligence. He speaks with a forked tongue, weaving lies into truth and truth into madness, pitting his own warlords against each other to ensure his throne remains unchallenged. His laugh—half-hyena screech, half-growl—echoes across Grak’Thar like a death sentence.