#27 – Omaka and the Fetcher

Unfortunately for everyone, living in the many realms of Posterra is a privilege. One that can be revoked quite quickly and without much prior notice by one of many, varied and delightfully exotic threats that roam the shattered lands. From hungry giants to pissed off bog goblins. From mad sorcerers to rouge remnants of battle automata, lost to its hostile programming. Monsters most bizarre lurk in the dark places and beasts of titanic size reign over hills and plains. But of course it is always the lunatic touch of Dreadwake that breeds horrors most vile. Omaka is one of such misshapen creations. A menhir of sludging flesh, hiding glistening ropes of guts and a crystalline eye that mesmerize its victings, this crawling abomination scuttle on many arms it ripped from its victims to incorporate into itself. For such purposes it has its trustworthy – due to brainwashing through constant hypnosis – familiar in form of the Fetcher. An entity made of almost pure voidstuff, it requires constant sustenance of reality to exist, as it fades with every brutal second of physics pressing upon its unreal form. Fetcher makes an excellent servant – nimble, obedient and without any sense of self. If there is any glimmer of good news in all of this, it is the fact, that it dwells in the dark, forgotten places of the world. So be wary, adventurers – if you see a helping hand, make sure to double check what’s on the other side of it.