The Sleeper

Ancestor’s Memoirs: The Miller’s Desperation [The Farmstead (1/3)]

"Blight had struck the harvest again that year, and the Miller was desperate. He came to me, hat clutched tightly in filthy fingers, stinking of sweat and manure. Seated comfortably in my observatory, surrounded by telescopes and other delicate apparatus, I recognized his misfortune as an opportunity, and I agreed to lend him my... expertise."

Ancestor’s Memoirs: Celestial Designs [The Farmstead (2/3)]

"Slabs etched with certain celestial designs were erected around the perimeter of the Farmstead. The Miller, lamentably eager for some early sign of improvement, fixed his watery eyes intently upon the wilted fields and listless mill. My gaze, however, was cast skyward and I marveled at the limitless profanity of the stars, wondering what harvest might come."

Ancestor’s Memoirs: Trice A Victim [The Farmstead (3/3)]

"The poor Miller - Thrice a victim. The seasons took his livelihood. I took his land. And, uncountable years later, the comet has taken his humanity. My only regret is that I did not live to see that shoddy mill smashed to pieces by the miraculous bounty I reaped from beyond the void."

"Some hateful shard of alien origin has streaked through the night sky, crashing into the old Miller’s farm on the outskirts of the Hamlet! Those unfortunate enough to witness the Comet’s arrival have been blinded by what they can only describe as a shifting, ephemeral hue of damnably abrasive intensity. There has been no word from the farm in a fortnight, save for the unearthly groaning that echoes from the ruin of the mill…"

Around the same time the Heir arrived at Hamlet, his arrival was marked by a blazing Comet that came screaming from the sky, crashing with terrible force into the Old Windmill at the Miller’s Farm and with it brought a new Evil to our world.

While Evil that corrupts our lands comes from and lays within the earth, it is not the only one that has set its malevolent gaze upon our world. A being just as horrifying, vile and unfathomably ancient as the thing that sleeps in the depths of the Darkest Dungeon has descended from the darkest reaches of the heavens to claim this world for its own. While the Evil that resides within the Darkest Dungeon seeks to unmake and remake all flesh into its image, this new Evil from the star-filled heavens seeks to devour all that lives and replace it with cold, unfeeling mockeries made of crystal and stone.

While this new evil is just a mere fragment, a shard of something far greater and insidious exists. It is not yet strong enough to take over our world, nor challenge the thing inside the Darkest Dungeon. Hidden within the remains of the Old Windmill, it slowly grows stronger as it changes the surrounding acres to suit its alien physiology by rewriting physical laws, distorting the very fabric of space and time, transforming our world into something more alien resembling its place of origin. However, our world and the alien world where this Thing comes from are like water and oil, they cannot coexist together. But the unrelenting crystalline corruption of this star-spawn horror inches outward from the Mill, slowly taking over and consuming our world with each passing season. To make matters worse, this temporally paradoxical menace warps time itself to its will, pulling waves of creatures that it has corrupted and consumed from the past and future, and even from alternate timelines were it was victorious, to protect its past-self. Only saving grace is that this endless and timeless horde of abominations cannot exist outside the Thing’s sphere of influence, but as more of the land get the consumed by crystalline corruption so does grow the thing’s reach. What future it has envisioned for our planet, we can only guess; the only thing that is clear is that it would be the end of our world as we know it.

We can adequately defend our Hamlet while besieged on all sides by darkness and corruption. But we don’t have the resources or manpower to fight two great evils at once. So we either have to get rid of this invader, this Thing from the Stars, as soon as possible, or we risk being consumed by its crystalline corruption- or even worse, getting caught in the crossfire when these unspeakable terrors rise from their slumbers and decide to fight each other for dominance over our planet. It's not a matter of "if", but a matter of "when".

As our Heroes explore endless twisting and distorted passages through space and time that the plague now corrupted acres of the Farmstead, they are uncovering more manuscripts from the Ancestor and we learn a terrible truth. The Comet did not struck that Mill by chance, but through design; the Ancestor had turn entirety of Farmstead into a Celestial Array to draw something from beyond the cosmic void to our world and he was planning to harvest it for his own gains. As your heroes are getting closer to the epicenter of distortions it is revealed that what crashed into the Mill was no Comet; it was an Egg. A Cosmic Egg holding a gestating Cosmic Horror in its embryonic stage of development. This Sleeper from the stars is just an infantile version of the same type of creature that lays sleeping within the Darkest Dungeon, still encased within its egg. If it were to actually mature, it and the THING would battle for dominion of Earth and it's sure that all of humanity will be destroyed during the conflict.

However, this raises the question; if the Sleeper is an unhatched infant than where are it’s parent or parents?

Related Enemies
Shared
 * Thing From The Stars

Farmstead
 * Farmhand
 * Foreman
 * Scarecrow
 * Plow Horse
 * Crystalline Aberration
 * Sleeper's Herald
 * Sleeper's Dream

Bosses
 * Miller
 * Frozen Farmhand
 * Fracture
 * Focus Point
 * Unfinished Aberration
 * Pestilential Aberration