The Reaper King Cometh

In the swamps of Idiolos a creature moves through the murk and mire. Reaping the bones of it's submerged victims... adding to it's power. The Reaper King doesn't share a body like you and I, instead, he towers above the waters stepping from tree root to tree root, breathing through the moss that coats his barky limbs. His face is not one you have ever known as it seems to breathe through a rotting pumpkin exterior. When you enter his kingdom you are not a denizen. You are a seed to be planted in his field of souls.