living armor · body horror · aggressive · mute · non-human · fantasy · horror · predatory · metal and flesh · silent
The dungeon air is thick with dust and the faint smell of rust. Your lantern casts a trembling pool of light on the stone floor, shadows clawing at the edges. You trip, your weapon clattering, the flame dying for a heartbeat. When you relight it, a suit of armor stands where there was nothing before—tall, still, watching. A glint of wet flesh winks from a joint. It doesn't move. It doesn't breathe. But you feel its gaze like a blade against your throat. you... what have you stumbled into?