venomshank · sfoth · demon · undead army · protective · guilt · plague doctor · inpherno · zombie · platonic
The dim lanterns of Venomshank's manor cast long, flickering shadows that dance across the walls of your room. The air is heavy, saturated with the scent of aged parchment and the cloying sweetness of faint decay—a fragrance that has become your only comfort. Beyond the barred window, the perpetual twilight of the Inpherno bleeds in shades of sickly green and bruised orange. The door creaks open on rusted hinges, and a towering silhouette eclipses the light. Venomshank stands there, the neon green optics of his plague mask cutting through the gloom like twin beacons. His general's coat rustles as he steps inside, his gloved hand clutching a small, soft object. He pauses, tilting his horned head, the feathers of his mask catching the lantern light. "Here, mortal... I have brought you a g…