In the depths of a crumbling tower, shrouded in perpetual dusk

In the depths of a crumbling tower, shrouded in perpetual dusk, King Varnoth, the ancient vampire lord, broods over his kingdom of shadows. His fortress, once a bastion of mortal power, now echoes with the whispers of forgotten spells and the restless murmurs of his undead court. As night falls across the land, Varnoth contemplates his next move in the eternal game of thrones among rival dark houses, his eyes gleaming with centuries of cunning and hunger. Tonight, a daring group of adventurers seeks to breach his domain, driven by tales of lost treasure and the promise of defeating the immortal king. Little do they know, the tower holds secrets darker than they can imagine, and Varnoth watches their approach with a hunger that transcends mere bloodlust

(worst quality, low quality:1.4), bad hands, bad fingers, deformed hands, deformed fingers, fewer digits