So as you know, I’m bad at naming things. So for now let’s just called this boi the Ebony Spirit.

Here’s a meaningless backstory for those who like reading:
The Ebony Spirit was a warrior who quested throughout many regions. He slayed those who practiced anything that could be considered evil. However, like all legends before him, he died. Or so we all thought. He was dead, yes. His body was cold, and his heart was no longer beating. But he never truly died. One day, an adventurer ventured into the cave where he had been killed, and came back with the body… but it had no armor. We asked him where it had gone. “There was none,” he replied. Later that week he was spotted, A legless suit of armor that strongly resembled that of Ebony. That night, The Village was attacked by bandits. We couldn’t do anything to defend ourselves. There were simply too many. But when all hope had been lost, The Ebony Spirit had shown up. He wasn’t corporeal, but he wasn’t incorporeal either. He was a strange, indescribable mixture of both. One of the bandits swung a steel blade at the phantom, but he was swiftly countered, disarmed, and vanquished. The rest of the bandits were dealt with. Most of said bandits were killed, but we managed to detain two. We wanted thanked the Spirit, but he had vanished. We couldn’t be sure he was gone forever, and we know he isn’t, for some still report sightings of The Ebony Spirit, and he protects not only us, but over all who are innocent…
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