Watcher's Table

Description
"'Conan felt the skin twitch between his massive shoulders. It was not soothing to think of hundreds of people lying cold and still throughout the tapestried palaces, their glassy eyes turned unseeingly upward.'"

- Xuthal of the Dusk

They call them the Watchers. They cannot be seen, but their abysmal and blasphemous forms are myriad. They lurk in the outer darkness of formless voids and nighted gulfs, and they watch.

They always watch. Drawn to the flickering flames of human lives like moths to a candle - they wait for their chance to be noticed. To be brought in from the void. To be... whole.

This table is a gift from those who watch. It is well worn, as if it once bore the weight of a strange machine and the edges are stained with a grit that is associated with the long-term shedding of skin flakes.

Repair
Repairing  requires up to:
 * 30