
Iivex - The Spectator
There’s a room in the ruined asylum where mirrors scream and water bleeds sideways. They say something’s trapped there, watching — and if you meet its gaze, you remember things that never happened.
Role in Its Society:
Spectators are often summoned to serve as sentinels — eternal watchers bound to protect specific objects or places. But Iivex was left unbound, its purpose forgotten in the cataclysmic collapse of the very asylum it was charged to guard.
Now, adrift in obsession and temporal instability, Iivex continues to "guard" a shattered room filled with nothing, convinced that time itself is the thief. Its once-stable mind has fractured into four personas, each controlling a separate eye stalk — each convinced that only it can keep the timeline intact.
To aberrant cults, Iivex is a curiosity: an eye that sees too much, sometimes before it happens. To the sane, it is a fragmented warning — that even the watchers are not immune to the chaos they observe.
Appearance Description:
Iivex’s central eye is larger than normal for its kind, and its stalks have mutated into crooked, bony tendrils that shimmer faintly with illusory afterimages. Its skin is translucent in places, revealing pulsing inner organs and shifting glyph-like patterns that seem to move beneath its surface. The air around it carries a faint static hum, like a chorus of overlapping whispers just below hearing range.
Its four eye stalks glow in different hues and move independently, even when it is at rest — a physical display of its internal schism.

Backstory:
Iivex was conjured decades ago by a temporal arcanist in the Eldermyst Asylum in Sorrowind Pass, tasked with watching over a prototype “clock-mind” — an arcane device meant to capture moments and replay them at will. When the experiment failed catastrophically, time fractured across the building like glass — and Iivex, still bound, absorbed the shatter.
Now, the Spectator exists in a partial time-loop, sometimes remembering conversations that have not yet occurred, or mistaking strangers for enemies long dead. It remains inside the crumbling asylum, compulsively reenacting false rituals of guardianship.