Gramel the Hunger

“It wears your face. It speaks with your voice. And when it claims its next victim, it’ll eat them with your mouth.”

Portia Nyr summoned Gramel the Hunger and its arcane skinwalkers from the Plane of Chaos to serve the Conclave Arcana. But in her boundless ambition and pride, she mistook dominion for submission.

The Hunger was never meant to serve. In the ever-writhing hellscape of its domain, it’s a king of kings, sovereign of suffering, glutton of identity. It devours its victims face-first and screaming, feasting on flesh and remembrance. Their forms, their memories, their very selves become the Hunger’s.

And now, it walks the Splinterlands, shackled by the magic of Portia Nyr.

Gramel the Hunger plays along. For now.