Eihort, the Pale Beast

Few of the Great Old Ones managed to stay active in our modern age. Most slumber in forgotten planes, others are bound by ancient magic and dark rituals. But some, very few, still skulks around in the darkness… Some depleted of their powers, other just bidding their moment in time. Eihort is one of such mighty, ageless beings, a malignant sack of pallid, semi translucent flesh on skulking limbs made of bones. An ungainly being, impossible and repulsive. It moves through sewers of big cities, looking for victims, striking bargain with the dispossesed humans. If they decline, he simply kills them. If they agree to his deals, he will plant his offspring inside them. Sooner or later the broodling will hatch, killing the host and joining the ever growing throng of Eihort progeny. It was prophecised by the wise Gla’aki, that after the fall of humanity it will be the Eihort’s brood that will take its place in the daylight.