The Vessels were once powerful Mages or D’jinn, who were either overambitious to see their legacies last or were enslaved by those even more powerful than themselves, the latter of which were marked by the binding charm holding their second and third fingers together. They are merely husks of what they once were; they feel no warmth, no joy, no sorrow, and no pain. Only a ravenous hunger for their Mother magic.
Creature development/design for my story The Stone City. Yeah.
