Fleshcrafter Moro is a name whispered even far beyond the reaches of Allstein. A monster masquerading as a man, this unassuming, ill-statured figure stands as a testament to the darkness in humanity’s soul, proof that mankind’s capacity for evil rivals even the horrors from beyond.
Moro’s obsession with Fleshcraft began in his Spire-bound laboratories, where he shaped unspeakable abominations in his pursuit of perfection. Reaching the limitations of learning within the Spires, he ventured into the wider world, trading secrets with Azerai’s Flesh-Foundries and delving into forbidden lore of the Old Empire. His relentless quest now spans Doaden’s surface and the depths below, fixated on the mythical Fleshsmith, believed to hold the ultimate secrets of the Anatomical Arts. Moro will stop at nothing to uncover them.
Along his path of atrocities, Moro has unleashed countless horrors: War Beasts, Labour-Engines, Gestalt Scryers, and a pit of failures too grotesque to name. Though weak and ignoble of bearing himself, he is a formidable adversary, shielded by strange devices and an arsenal of twisted abominations.
