Like the whispering draft of air that offers only painful memory for the incarcerated, the Oubliette is a terror despite their subtlety. Leading his cult from the shadows, this roguish phantom engages in a shadow war of trickery, theft and assassination.
The brutal murder of a Magistrate in their home, the theft of the entire town guard’s wages, or strange and devious traps, left at the site of a sacrifice; these are the tools by which the Oubliette creates chaos and suffering in praise of his dark masters.
Sowing subtle discord from the shadows, the Oubliette acts as an ever-tightening noose around the neck of their foes. Their precise stiletto-strikes steadily bleed away the vital functions of ordered society, taking away the scant safeties and comforts afforded to the metropolitan folk of Doaden, leaving an atmosphere of fear, anger and distrust, poised to burst into terrible violence at the slightest ignition.