The Beast of Lepidstadt



A towering abomination sits in an iron chair, bound with no
less than a dozen sets of manacles. Stitching holds together
this grotesque patchwork of flesh and bone, beast and man,
though the wires are so taut they look as though they may fly
apart at any moment. Its mouth is twisted in a permanent
sneer, and a shock of lank, dark hair clings to its scalp. The
creature slumps in its chair, a despondent expression upon its
monstrous face.


The Beast of Lepidstadt

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