ven when he was mortal, The Tainted always had a strange sense about him. Those around him recoiled from his presence, and good people would shun him. It didn't take much for Sauron to tempt The Tainted to fall into shadow. As the years passed, he fell deeper into the darkness. Now his mere presence is poison to the world, and all manner of living things are repelled by his very being – vegetation withers, animals sicken, and bold warriors cower uncontrollably.

Even less is known about The Dwimmerlaik than the other Ringwraiths. Nobody knows where he ruled, nor anything about who