Mirror of Time Without Reflection

Ill-tempered and dishonored deathknight, responsible for the Siege of Celeren.

Description:

Dusk Caste Abyssal

Red Lion and Venomous Spur’s brief encounter with this Abyssal in the spring of 768, during the Siege of Celeren, gave them little insight into his powers. At the time, he was in command of a legion of zombies and piloted a black warstrider called Harvester of Sorrows. The warstrider was mostly destroyed by the Lion’s Roar, and Mirror of Time Without Reflection fled the battle with few of his forces remaining.

His known powers include the ability to generate a choking miasma of darkness, as well as supernatural levels of strength and speed. He fights with a soulsteel scythe called Reaper’s Breath, and wears heavy full plate armor. Recently, he has shown the ability to seemingly seize control of lesser undead from their master.

Bio:

The Man in the Mirror

New Song after Session 79

Red Lion and Venomous Spur faced Mirror of Time Without Reflection during his ill-fated siege of the Marukani range town of Celeren, when they were traveling with a different group of Exalts. He brought a small army of the dead and his personal warstrider, Harvester of Sorrows, but was unable to overcome the Marukani defense, assisted by the Exalted. Mirror of Time Without Reflection was repulsed, his army shattered, and his warstrider badly damaged.

When Mirror next appeared, he was a member of a circle of deathknights led by Falling Tears Poet, attempting to subvert the government of the city of Mishaka. The Abyssal circle’s defeat there pushed them back for sometime, only for them to reappear in Puyo, where they were trying a subtler version of their previous tactics. Mirror had been sealed into a suit of tormenting armor as punishment for his failures, but Red Lion tore the armor from his body after knocking him out.

At the Battle for Thorns, Mirror broke free from the Mask of Winters, but refused to join the heroes in their quest against him. Feeling ill-used by both sides, Mirror has gone off on his own in his continuing quest to be acknowledged.

Appearances:

Edit: Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down
and I’d like to take a minute just sit right there
I’ll tell you how I became a deathknight of a town called Yelang.

Just west of Celeren reborn and raised killing folks is how I spent most of my days, chilling out, maxing and relaxing all cool
and all raising some dead outside of school
when a couple of ’nathema they were up to no good
started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little siege and my Lord got pissed
he said your moving across Creation to a shithole. “No fair!”

I whistled for a hearse and when it came near
the license plate said “death” and had skulls in the mirror
if anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought “nah, forget it”
yo home to Yelang!

I-pulled-up to a house about seven or eight
I yelled to the deadite “yo home, smell you later”
looked at my shithole I was finally there
to sit on my ass as if my lord of death cared.