Posterra Vol.3 - Flesh Djinn

"And then, indeed, the foolish boy rubbed the brass lamp - be it against the wisdom of his father nor the warnings of the tribe elders! - and lo, and behold, the darkest of magicks were at place, from when the boye rubbed the lamp, it began gushing with blood, ichor most vile. And as the boy tossed the wretched thing to the ground, casting it aside... It was to late! For he broke the law of his tribe and punishment was due, not of his own kith nor folk, which would show him mercy and benevolent understanding - akin to their tradition. But by the hand of a monster, evil entity from beyond time and reason. From even before the writing of the traditions we hold sacred! And so, the flesh crawled out of the lamp, bubbling like boiling pitch, reshaping and reknitting... yes! Yes, like that of the vile abominations of the Dreadwake, but different. Wrought into existence by lunatic wizards of yore, mighty yet insane and drunk on powers they stole from the gods. But that's another story, children... It was a flesh djinn, an entity of blood and bones and muscles, skinwalker and horror beyond ken! It mocked the boy, hissing and slurring in abhorrent parody of the tongue, offering the foolish youth a wish. Against all sense he did wished for eternal youth, and you know what the monstrocity did to him? Pulled his guts out of his skin and filled with sand and magic, making his body preserved in its youthful state, but dead to the world"

- Village elder entertaining the tribe's kids with the stories.

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