Introducing the GoreForge Wave 1: HellHelm - Skuzz
Skuzz
Deep in the dank catacombs beneath Baron Fleshreave’s sanctum, where brine drips like tears from stone and shadows crawl with unwholesome life, shambles Skuzz—pitiful, grotesque, and terrifying in equal measure. Stitched together Fleshreave who fancies himself a sculptor of souls, Skuzz is a patchwork mockery of life, his every seam puckered with cruel thread and his tongue lolling like a wayward serpent seeking freedom. Though his movements lurch with childlike clumsiness, a ghastly cunning glimmers behind mismatched eyes, and his raspy giggle slithers through the dark like a nursery rhyme warped by nightmare. Villagers swear that at night, he creeps from the castle ruins to paw at cottage windows, smearing them with drool and longing, for some fractured memory deep within him yearns for warmth, companionship… or perhaps simply new flesh to add to his collection. Cross his path, and you shall pray the stitches hold—for if they fail, what writhes beneath may hunger not just for blood, but for a place within you.
