A blubbering, relentlessly naked semi-feral man with scabrous, sickly-pale skin and wild, unkempt hair infested with vermin, Boris reeks of shit. When not fashioning his excrement into unnerving shapes, he loudly and annoyingly adulates foul, forgotten gods.

Boris met a horrible doom in an ancient Zhemri crypt after being hypnotized by a rat king. Boris sleepwalked into a necromantic death trap and met an agonizing death. He won’t be missed.