A husk, controlled by some unknown force and used in the ritual to communicate with the nameless


-Destroyed by the nameless-


Against the far wall, you see a slightly decayed humanoid who appears to be pouring various concoctions into beakers. wearing only a scrap of shirt, it allows you a full view into its emaciated chest. protruding from his left pectoral, from a mountain of scar tissue, lies a series of clear tubing that seems to be redirecting blood through a chaotic construct of copper cubes and tiny vials. the entirety of this ‘machine’ is crudely strapped to his chest with scraps of leather and brass snaps.

Memorable Quotes:

“What has been seen, can’t be unseen. what have you seen, human? what is it i smell it on you?”

“Your fear is delicious, child.”



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