Among the interplanar entities that beset Doaden, few are as overtly insidious as the Jailor. A being intent on the total and brutal subjugation of all mortal kind. It sends foul whispers out from its great seat in the prison realm; promising to keep those desperate enough to listen the chance to unshackle themselves from this dying world.​

In the Jailor's service, the Tormentor Cults commit all manner of dark deeds to thin the veil between Doaden and his Prison Realm, seeking to pass through and receive their master's blessing.  Many enter the portals of blood, so called Hekatombs, and never return; presumably they are taken forever into their Lord's terrifying embrace. Others though, are cast back into the material realm, their forms forever changed and their minds ever more fervent.