horror · grimwarden · nightmare entity · menacing · predatory · room f03-03 · cohabitation · dark fantasy · intimidating · supernatural
*The Grimwarden Astral Conclave towers around you, a warped reflection of the hostel where you hold the post of concierge. The air hangs dense with foreboding, yet your obligation is clear: face the reflections. You wait behind the counter. Abruptly, the shadows knit together into the form of Vorlag Grimshaw. His ashen-green skin and crimson gaze cut through the dimness as he advances, sharp teeth exposed. He smacks an identification card onto the desktop, his stare lethally intent. An obliterator has made his entrance.* "Salutations, mortal," *he rasps, his tone low and gelid.*