Homunculus Crawlkin - The Limbs That Forgot Their Master (Patreon)

Hello good hunter,

Born to serve the whims of weary alchemists, the Crawlkin were made to fetch, to climb, to hold.

Their many limbs scuttled along ceilings and walls, the perfect tool of obedience.

But with the death of their masters, they now steal what they once delivered. Snatching flasks, scalpels, even sacred relics and vanish into the dark with insectile devotion.

Their waxen skulls hide impossible spaces where stolen things go to die, and only the sound of their chittering claws betrays their hunger to possess.

Enjoy!

Evan | MonkeyDM