| The Flesh Weaver rests in it's horrific majesty. An undulating boiling mass of viscous flesh that seems to be undergoing a contestant process of creation and renewal. Eyes, mouths and grasping tentacles constantly erupt on the surface of this revolting entity, that defies the base laws nature. It's role in the Court of the Old Ones is to reshape the flesh of the living into the perfection it should always have been. |
