poorly dressed executioner - dnd monster

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The Executioner's Lament A hapless figure shuffles forth, clothed in tattered attire that would shame a beggar. His very presence seems to embody the concept of sartorial ineptitude. This woeful creature is an Executioner, doomed to serve as a instrument of death, yet beset on all sides by the cruel whims of fashion. His clothes are a jarring mishmash of colors and textures, like a palette left unattended by a novice artist. A stained leather jerkin hangs askew, its buttons missing or broken. The sleeves are too short, revealing scrawny arms that seem to be made of pipe cleaners rather than flesh and blood. A pair of tattered breeches clings limply to his legs, their hem frayed and threadbare in places. A matching shirt, if one could call it that, hangs loose over his chest, its collar askew as if he'd just rolled out of bed. Around his neck, a rusty old rope serves as a makeshift tie, the ends flapping wildly like a pair of exhausted wings. His feet are clad in scuffed and battered boots, their laces frayed to the point where they threaten to come undone at any moment. A battered hat clings to his head, its brim bent at an angle that seems to defy gravity itself. In short, this wretched creature is a travesty of a human being, a mockery of all that is decent and respectable in this world. He is the laughing stock of all who lay eyes on him, a pitiful excuse for a member of society.