The Guild's Surgeon

PRESUPPORTED BY ATLAS! Base: ~25mm It was a man. Or at least a man he had been at some point. He remained seated in a large chair, a sort of throne without the trappings of royalty. His skin, covered with pustules, was white, dull, with a greasy sheen and uneven texture. In several places it was transparent, revealing in the deeper layers the fat irrigated by a gray liquid. His misshapen belly was expanded, distended, as if his viscera were in violent rebellion against the prison inside his bod…

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