Bes'Jab is a twisted creation of the Shadowfell. A skeletal form, animate and cheerful, bedecked in triple crowns sits upon his head. His hair, bone white, hangs low and long across bone shoulders. His ribs move, spider like, opening and closing with the imitation of breath, and within, lay piles of leather disks each moving one of their triple holes, from time to time as if pleading. His spine meets with a full and rounded arachnid body, each leg long and smooth, the tips pawed and hairy as if on a true spider. Should one look too long to that abdomen, once can see his larval young running slowly under the surface.

Bes'Jab is a True-Fae, created out of Stories told by the now lost tribe of Ta'var, a story shaped in warning of murky swamps to discourage children and lovers from running away to, or trysting in, the tundral swamps. A Minor Lord in the Shadowfell, he came to Sinfar for the pleasures the lands offer him and can often be found either eating about town, or drinking in the Crypt Club.

Rumor has it, he'll make deals with any who ask, provided they can either meet his price, or pique his interest.

Reds: Herms, Scat, Vomit, Oversized Breasts and Butts. Child Like Chars.

Yellows: Femboys

Greens: Incest, Rape, Torture, Parasites (Depositing), Psychological Horror, Long Form Answers, Clever Victims, and clever plots, monkies' paws, and twisted wishes. Apprentices, Slaves, Pets.

White Hots: Well thought Writing, Descriptive Verbiage and Good Communication.

Plot Hooks: Walk Up and Tell Friendly.

Fae Magics, Fae Pacts, Wizard Apprenticeships, Summoning Bes, consulting him on Lore, finding him through "Rumor" (send a tell). He recently has been involved as legal messenger.