The fiend resembles a red-furred baboon stuffed into a butler's tailcoat. It's hooked claws scrap against the ground as it scampers along, barbed tail lashing with excitement. Above a wide tuff of stark white hair sits a wolf's skull that is proportionate to its small body. Hellish flames flicker within the cranium and smoke trails down its shoulders like unkempt hair. Pin-pricks of crimson light serve as the mangeservant's eyes. Sinful Retainers. The mangeservants attend to the Lodgemaster's every need and the greater fiend is rarely without a handful of them scampering about. They fetch their master food and drink, weapons and ammunition, sacrifices and daggers and all manner of other things at the snap of a claw. For their loyalty the Lodgemaster allows them to eat his table, or sacrificial, scraps. Though, the mangeservants don't exactly eat. The meat they chew sways within their skulls, roasting away to cinder and ash. Every lodge cult has a more than a...

The trophy wife wears a crimson frock coat atop a overbust corset of bone-brocade. Her pants match her coat and tall, ivory-buttoned spats are attached to her abyss-blackened hooves. The coat's interior is lined with grisly talismans crafted from various forest animals and sentient creatures. Brazen antlers spiral up from the fiend's platinum blond hair. The trophy wife's eyes are literally doe's, her lips ripe and red, and her skin as pale as snow. In fact, the beautiful fetishmonger is sometimes mistaken as celestial until she smiles and reveals a mouth full of shark-like teeth. Den Mother. Every cult set up by the Lodgemaster has one, and only one trophy wife. These fiends are charged with keeping the infernal lodge running from day to day with duties including: running the kitchen and larder, directing the cleaning staff, and organizing the debauched entertainment that draws members in and corrupts their souls. In this last task they procure a variety of illi...

Casting himself as a gruff, grizzled nobleman, the Lodgemaster seeks to corrupt a government from within by encouraging his fellow bluebloods into greater acts of barbarism and depravity. The demon's human form is a barrel-chested man just past his prime, streaks of grey peppering his neatly trimmed beard and hair. He still carries a commanding air of physical prowess and intellectual intensity, despite his years. The Lodgemaster builds a reputation of a man’s man as a consummate hunter and a powerful lover. He can transform into a massive, red dire wolf with glinting eyes and dagger-like fangs. In his true form, the demon is covered with crimson fur and stands just under eight feet tall. While his body remains bipedal his head resembles a dire wolf's skull; the fangs replaced with blackened steel. Red pinpricks of light float within the skull’s sockets and a leathery tongue lolls from its maw. The Lodgemaster’s legs are reverse-jointed, and his hands are surprisingly articu...