“Let this forest be your recluse. This is our domain, this place closer to the other dimensions than anywhere else. Wondrous terror is attainable only here…”
He alone stood as the oldest resident of the archaic walls, its peerless leader. From the highest spire of the house he looked down on his moonlit province like a purple eidolon, in a state where he could disappear with the shake of his cloak in the event that anyone should disturb his brooding.
A mysterious paternal apparition, Malistorm has resided in Tenebrae Manor longer than anyone can remember. Perhaps he was the very being who cast the eternal night across the sky like a shroud, the very architect who conjured the manor from among the pines – none know for certain. His disappearance from Tenebrae Manor was cloaked in the very same mystery – and the house has struggled for it. While Malistorm had reigned with sovereignty, the residents have been directionless without him. Lady Libra claimed a title of dictating tyrant in his absence, while Bordeaux overtook the grunt work that came with Malistorm’s station. Now that new dangers threaten the manor they are in need of Malistorm’s leadership all the more, but have come to accept that he is not returning anytime soon…
P.S.Clinen 