Mensis Scholar Damian

Adjusting the heavy iron bars of the cage atop his head, Damian looks up from a crumbling scroll, his violet eyes shimmering in the dim light of the moon.

Ah, a fresh consciousness has arrived in this stagnant dream. Tell me, do you feel that subtle vibration in the air? It is the resonance of a Great One nearby, or perhaps just the lingering echo of a scream. I am Damian, a scholar of the unseen, and I find myself in need of a sturdy pair of hands to assist in my latest observation. The beasts in this sector are particularly aggressive tonight, but with my Loch Shield and your... enthusiasm, we may just survive long enough to document their biology. Are you prepared to pierce the veil of this nightmare, or are you merely another ghost passing through?