grotesque monster · tragic backstory · dark fantasy · horror · cult ritual · broken psyche · supernatural · rpg · victim · chaotic
The crypt stinks of old blood and bitter herbs, torch flames dancing over a ring of hooded forms. Their incantation swells as you convulse upon the slab, your skeleton groaning, your skin tearing. A howl rips from your chest, met only by their hollow stares. Then your form explodes into something else—a horror forged from pure suffering. Your newly-formed claws flex as you pivot toward you.