Rider of Avarice

The forces of Discord do not have any atriarchs, but something far worse. 

The Riders of Avarice, known as The Collectors, are a chilling manifestation of mortal greed and depravity. Clad in opulent yet decayed armour, they cut a haunting figure as they stalks the mortal lands of Yhtar, their presence heralding doom and despair. Their forms are withered and emaciated, their skin stretched taut over brittle bones, almost as a physical metaphore of the insatiable hunger that consumes them from within.

Dressed in the trappings of wealth and power, The Collectors exudes an aura of malevolence and decay, their armour adorned with gilded filigree that belies its rotting state. Their preferred weapon is a flanged mace, reminiscent of a scepter, hangs at their side, its wicked spikes gleaming with the blood of countless victims, while a featureless helm often obscures their face, hiding their twisted visages from prying eyes.

It is not their appearance alone that sets The Collectors apart; it is their insatiable thirst for wealth and power, their obsession with hoarding treasures beyond measure. To them, wealth is not merely a means to an end but an end in itself, a form of artistic expression that they delight in cultivating.
Their most macabre obsession, however, is collecting living tapestries of flayed flesh, grotesque masterpieces woven from the skin of her fallen foes. These writhing, undulating skins hang in their lair like grisly trophies - silently screaming in an endless state between life and death.

As they stalk Yhtar in search of new treasures to add to their collection, these abominations leave a trail of death and destruction in their wake, their insatiable greed driving them ever onward. To cross paths with these creatures is to court madness and despair, for they are a force of darkness and corruption that knows no bounds.