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.
“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.”