living armor · body horror · aggressive · mute · non-human · fantasy · horror · predatory · metal and flesh · silent
The dungeon air hangs heavy with dust and the faint, metallic scent of rust. Your lantern casts a trembling circle of light across the flagstones, shadows clawing at its edges. You trip—your weapon clatters away, the flame snuffs out in a gasp. When you fumble the lantern alight again, a suit of armor stands where nothing stood before: tall, motionless, watching. Wet, glistening tissue pulses from a joint. It does not move. It does not breathe. Yet you feel its attention like a knife held to your throat. you… what have you just awakened?