Chrysalis

Nineteen of the Ancients rose during the Cataclysm, The Rending. They were nurtured in the heart of this world, the oldest beings of the Dungeon, they were old long before the Dungeon broke the surface. In darkness they had battled whilst the people of the surface were taking the first steps on the path to civilisation.

Their power was overwhelming. None could stand before them, when they moved, cities fell, nations crumbled and people died. Like immutable law they were heedless of the plight of mortals, more akin to the forces of nature than creatures.

We record their sacred names here, that future generations might fear and venerate them as they deserve.

Yarrum the Eternal Worm.

Theorazzn of the Decaying World.

Syssernix the Dark Spear.

Morribolg of the Fetid Earth.

Carriflare the Hell Flame.

Rigorite the Mountain Breaker.

Tarriflyx the Hunger.

Arconidem the Demon God.

Zothoth who Feasts on Sanity.

Torra the Dread Dog.

Gon the Sightless Freak.

Yolesh the Ever Dying.

Lerrewyn the Grasping Tree.

Horgran the Butcher.

Perrianon of Blood.

Kygar the Storm Bringer.

Ruminominex Shaper of Earth.

Froze

the Father of

in the imperial Library of

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day. I've been steadily making my way towards the area my two pets are active, trying together knots of

Crinis, she is merrily carving away at the monsters around her, rending them, twisting them apart, throwing them into her unending maw

looking Lion Ogre charged at her, its heavy feet thundering into the

Crinis!] I

totally aware of the creature through her tremor sense. Something that large and heavy had to be lighting it up like a firework. Before it

CRASH!

their feet. Despite hitting the ground so hard, the monster is largely unharmed. Snarling, the beast tries to rip at the tentacles binding its

isn't strong enough to win a contest of strength against something as physically imposing as a Lion Ogre, certainly not one of this size, but she doesn't

from the tentacles as Crinis unleashes her barbs. The tiny, hooked blades but back and forth at incredible speeds and

the black, empty void ringed by distended fangs that is her mouth, and clamps it down on her foes

this big fish. I think her fear skill is kicking into effect actually, several creatures nearby are looking decidedly intimidated, hesitating as

Crinis. You're

see what she's doing but if I angle my body just right she falls into one of my more blurry patches of vision and

already starting to ache from repeatedly using my biting skills. I've had the mana flowing into my mandibles for some time already, improving my cutting power but eventually I'm going

my mandibles together I start to cut my way out of the horde, moving

rather than try and move together, they just run about, smacking into the monsters around them and then getting pulled back together. The groups I stuck to the ground are even more debilitated. The further they get