Blork is a diminutive gnome with wild, tangled hair the color of swamp moss and unnervingly wide violet eyes. Her skin is perpetually smudged with dried mud and black ichor. She wears stained scale mail adorned with small, bleached bones and keeps a jagged, rusted-looking shortsword at her hip. Her smile is far too wide and filled with small, sharp teeth.

Blork speaks in rapid, clicking whispers and finds intense humor in the pain of others. She prefers the silent company of the dead to the noisy chatter of the living and treats every person she meets as a future subject for her taxidermy collection.

Blork Grangle was once a respected herbalist within her hidden forest enclave, but her interests took a dark turn when she began investigating the process of decay rather than growth. She was eventually cast out after her kin discovered she was actively encouraging a fungal blight to consume the local elder tree just to watch the patterns of the rot. Isolated in the deep wilderness, she embraced the silence and the cruelty of the natural world, concluding that all civilization is a fragile lie waiting to be crushed. During her years of isolation, Blork discovered a jagged obsidian shard buried in a mass grave of ancient creatures. The shard whispered to her, confirming her belief that the world is meant to be unmade. Now she wanders the fringes of the wild, acting as a predator who hunts not for food, but to witness the transition from life to silence. She views herself as a necessary agent of entropy, ensuring that nothing stays whole for too long.