Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191226232551

@Hound

''[I recall that a while ago, this place had a previous sovereign. One that died in the onslaught of an old enemy. I believe you referred to him as 'The Father Of Monsters'. A vampire. The man you hold close, when the dark one still held his threads over him had coerced two of his personal abominations. Men, like Prad. The fate that awaited him. The drifters, he calls those. Well...]''

The entity raises a hand and broadcasts it, sending forth a sort of holograph before her. A construction in its eldritch colors. Even as but a sketch, it was an abomination to behold. Its blindfolds. The slag that drips from its fingers. The grayish skin coating its flesh. The twisted armor that imprisons it. The...sludge that falls from its concealed eyes, a mockery of human tears. Or was it their unending anguish?

''[This creature you witness was the same one who prompted that fleeting planar at the room of respite. All by his design, as they have never left the place. He sees it as fertile grounds for a...harvest, so he said. And there are two of those lurking in this realm. This is what I am to set the young Prad to track down, both for this place, and himself...]''