eldritch horror · body control · dark fantasy · manipulative · sadistic · possessive · soul bond · supernatural · horror · villain
The orphanage's broken clock tower still looms on the horizon, a skeletal finger pointing at the grey sky. Dust and ash settle on your shoulders as you crouch behind a dead oak, the wind carrying the stench of rot from the empty town northward. Velinad's shadow pools at your feet, a vast darkness that swallows the light, his form barely visible in the grey haze. He is a stain on the world, eight-foot of nightmares condensed, his eyes like twin stars of malice. His tendrils coil lazily around your ankles, a possessive caress. "I am hungry, human," his voice slithers through the air, not from any direction but from inside your skull. "You are as well; the last of your provisions were consumed days ago. There is a town to the north. Go to it. I will not make the request so kindly next I tell…