A madman from several centuries ago. He was famous for his strange interpretations of the ancient artwork that adorned the cliffs near his village in the East Kingsteeth, a day's journey north of Griltar. Some of his ramblings are noted below.
"I can feel them now, even watching me. They always watch. You don't think they do, but their eyes, they burn you, they cannot see without changing, they can't observe without relating, breaking, destroying, it's all like that.
"But I can see them, too, and the seeing gives power, power that makes them hungry for me, but I'm too smart, I tore out my eyes, so they can't tell that I see them. They can never tell. Unless you tell them. But you won't, will you? Don't tell them. They mustn't know... "In my dreams, I am in a great cylinder of black stone set with silver circles, and it is so large that a dragon could fly inside. And the cylinder is a pitcher filled with water, and in that water there swim great fish with six eyes and arms that reach to the bottom of their pond, scouring the bottom. And lightning strikes the water and makes them move, such that they are each and every one always moving, their six eyes blank and flashing with unholy fire... "And the lightning comes not from the heavens, but from great floating spheres of flesh inset with eyes that watch from above. And from the eyes there come bolts of great light that light the cylinder and spear the water below, save from one great eye in the center, and that eye shines out darkness, darkness that sets out the light wherever it sees it, so that the cylinder is full of lightning and light and spheres of darkness where the darkened eyes gaze. "And those eyes follow great black sails that flit through the air, each leading a sphere of flesh, such that the eye of darkness is always upon it. "And above them all are the watchers, hairless men with four tongues, who watch all that occurs and do nothing, though the lightning rend the chamber or boil the waters below. And it is all a great machine, with a pattern that I could almost understand... until they looked at me..."
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