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War always shouts, is rude and doesn’t respect anyone. Their weapon is always ready to draw blood, and their horse is indomabile. They wear a blood red armour and have a sword
Pestilence is unkempt, sickly and even more rude than War. Their voice is composed with the voices of all the people who died of sickness, and their horse looks more dead than alive. They wear a leather armour and have a sickle.
Famine is skeletal, slimy and miserable, with their voice composed of the laments of everyone who suffer from hunger, and their horse is skin and bone. They're dressed in rags and holds a stick
Death is calm, patient and kind, and their voice is serene and reassuring, and their lithe black horse is docile and big enough to take the souls of the dead, because both know that they're inevitable. Death wears a long silky black tunic, and don't have any weapons on their person