Introducing the GoreForge Wave 1: HellHelm - Baron Fleshreave
Baron Fleshreave
In the crumbling halls of his ancestral manor, Baron Fleshreave prowls the night like a noble revenant condemned by his own ambition. Once a celebrated surgeon of noble high society, his quest to cheat decay led him down a labyrinth of forbidden fleshcraft, stitching stolen vitality into his veins until vanity curdled into monstrous rebirth. Now half lord, half abomination, his face a dreadful battlefield where beauty and rot wage eternal war, he stalks his shadowed domain seeking new “donors” to maintain the grotesque masterpiece of his living form. Servants whisper that the Baron’s silk gloves hide talons, and that behind velvet curtains echo the muffled screams of those who dared approach his estate under moon’s mournful gaze. Beware, traveler—for if you stumble upon his door, you shall find hospitality only in the measure of your usefulness… and leave not as a guest, but as a gruesome contribution to his ever-growing perfection.
