Since the others awakened he had stood motionless, a megalithic statue crafted by a demented hand. His crocodilian maw gapes, overfull of yellowed ivories, each the size of a great dagger. But his neckless humanoid form and blubbery blue-gray flesh are incongruous. Stranger yet are his eyes. Their color, storm gray flacked with gold, is not too unusual, nor their glassiness, all things considered. But their wide placement, mere inches above where his massive shoulders begin, remains disconcerting no matter how many times observers look. Barbed wire crisscrosses his monstrous face anchored by deeply sunk hooks. And a skeletal crown of polished black iron seems fused to his skull. He wears a heavy black robe. Upon it a complex design composed of skulls from many races has been picked out in adamantine thread. Clutched in his great clawed hands an wrapped loosely around his body is a chain of unearthly metal, with a blood encrusted cloth woven through. The proportions of the chain are titanic even on the aberrant giant.