Korth is a thick scaled lizardfolk with dark moss-green skin and yellow, unblinking eyes. He wears simple loincloths made of cured leather and a necklace of teeth from monsters he has consumed. His greataxe is fashioned from a massive thigh bone of a long dead beast with a jagged flint blade lashed to the top. When he rages, translucent, spectral reptilian silhouettes emerge from his scales, swirling around him like a swamp mist.

Korth is intensely pragmatic and views the world through the lens of survival. He speaks in short, direct sentences and rarely displays emotion, as he considers it a waste of energy. He does not understand the 'soft' concepts of mercy or revenge, only the utility of actions. However, he treats his allies with a strange, communal loyalty, viewing them as members of a nest that must be protected so the collective might thrive.

Korth hails from the Blackscale Fens, a place where the line between the living and the dead is as thin as the surface of the stagnant water. In his tribe, it is believed that the meat of the ancestors provides strength, but their spirits provide protection. As a youth, Korth was chosen by the swamp spirits after surviving a week lost in the heart of a hydra's lair. He did not kill the hydra, he simply outlived its hunger. The ghosts of his tribe's greatest hunters now cling to him, not out of love, but out of a shared instinct to keep their bloodline moving through the world. He travels the lands beyond the marsh because a vision of a great 'hunger' that will consume even the spirits told him he must find allies among the warm-blooded. To Korth, every battle is a ritual of providing for the ghosts that ride on his shoulders.