Night-Hog

Long ago, the ancient spirits of the forest sought a weapon to defend their sacred lands from invading humans. They captured a brave but ordinary Hashhog and plunged a cursed shard of true-ice directly into his chest. ​The magic worked too well. His heart froze instantly, his quills transformed into jagged, unbreakable icicles, and his eyes ignited with a cold, glowing blue fire. Stripped of his soul and bound only to the winter, he turned on his creators. ​Now, he marches south from the uncharted frozen wastes. He brings the ultimate silence. Wherever he steps, blizzards follow, and anyone who falls to his icy spikes rises again to join his ever-growing, undead legion. He is the storm, and he leaves nothing but winter in his wake.