Ban’Anar, the albino warlock draped forever in a cursed banana husk, walks between jest and dread. His pale, waxen skin and hollow eyes gleam beneath the absurd golden peel that whispers with eldritch voices. Once mocked as a fool, he forged a pact with the cosmic Seeder and emerged as prophet, charlatan, and mad visionary. Each spell he casts brings the scent of fruit and a shiver of unease, as though the universe itself laughs. Both comical and terrifying, Ban’Anar embodies the strange...
