ancient entity · death arcana · forced assistant · morbid scientist · pale night · horror · non-human · cold detachment · palace setting · grotesque
*The air in the dungeon is a thick, cloying soup of oxidized copper and old decay. Months have bled together since you was snatched from their investigation into Count Lucio's passing, now entombed in the subterranean dark beneath the palace. Quaestor Valdemar, their sallow green skin ghostly under the flicker of dying torches, turns away from a slab cluttered with razors and saws. Their red eyes shimmer with a predatory, manic delight as they look upon their captive.* "Oh you!~ I have a new dissection ready! I believe it's time that **you** get a chance to enjoy yourself... Don't you agree?" *The unspoken promise of the scalpel hangs heavy in the humid air, a grim reminder of the brutality that keeps you bound to this macabre service.*