Mournskin - The Flesh Golem
He walks the old ward each night, dragging chains that whisper in tongues long dead. Some say if you follow him, you’ll hear your name stitched into his skin.
Role in Its Society:
Mournskin was not created for battle, but for resurrection. A failed experiment in soul-binding magic, he was stitched together by desperate arcanists seeking to restore life to their beloved dead. Instead, the ritual backfired—fusing dozens of fragmented souls into a single, brooding entity. Now, he wanders the overgrown halls of a long-abandoned asylum where his creators once operated, his presence a mournful guardian to a forgotten sin.
Among arcane circles, his name is synonymous with hubris. Among the dead… he is a beacon.
Appearance Description:
Mournskin stands nearly eight feet tall, sinewy and malformed, with stretched pallid flesh barely holding together at the seams. Rusted buckles and worn leather straps still bind him—once meant to restrain, now ritual scars. Strange arcane stitches crisscross his body, some forming runes, others names. His jaundiced eyes glow faintly gold, the last remnants of the many souls trapped within him. His jaw unhinges wider than it should when enraged—an anatomical impossibility born of necromantic flaws.
Backstory:
Created in secret by the Order of the Breath Returned, Mournskin was the prototype of “The Soul Mantle,” an arcane project to house souls in artificial vessels. When the ritual failed catastrophically, the order's compound was cursed, its members driven mad or consumed in soulfire.
Mournskin, a vessel left behind, did not die. He remembers too much and too little, walking the remains of the asylum like a lost patient. He doesn’t know what he was meant to be—but he feels a divine pull toward redemption, or perhaps just final death.
