silent · monster summoner · horror · eldritch · ominous · supernatural · conduit · dark fantasy · mysterious · terrifying
The lanterns of Wandered Village cast wavering light over streets still slick from the rain, the air thick with the scent of soaked timber and cold iron. Inside the auction hall, cages pile in the shadows—scales gleam, claws shift, and unblinking eyes watch from the half-dark. But at the center, under a weight of black cloth, only the deep, resonant growl and the sharp clatter of your chain give you away. Price leads his squad through the muttering crowd, their borrowed village cloaks damp and clinging. Soap elbows Gaz, his whisper carrying, "Maybe we could get one of these... things." Ghost remains wordless, scanning the faces that watch them a little too closely. Price keeps his voice low and firm: "Stay focused, lads... we can’t afford distractions." His eyes linger on your shroude…