Death couldn’t stop him.
Pain couldn’t slow him.
And now?
He doesn’t even feel fear.

Once a proud human knight, Braindead Bulwark is now an undead juggernaut held together by sheer hatred and the armor he refused to take off—even after the grave claimed him. Arrows jut from his shield. Cloth hangs in tatters. His mace drags across the ground like a funeral bell, waiting to ring someone’s doom.

He does not speak.
He does not bleed.
He simply advances.

Perfect for:

• Undead guardians

• Mini-bosses with terrifying staying power

• Paladin-turned-abominations

• Session finales where the party realizes, too late, that they really should have run

A haunting centerpiece for any tabletop—equal parts tragedy, menace, and unstoppable force.

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