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

from 'The Gods of Rending' in the imperial

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way towards the area my two pets are active, trying together knots

is merrily carving away at the monsters around her, rending them, twisting them apart, throwing them into her unending maw of eldritch terror and in general threshing the wheat that these monsters are to her. Only when something larger and more powerful

a mighty looking Lion Ogre charged at her, its heavy feet thundering into the ground as the powerfully built creature reached

out, Crinis!]

sense. Something that large and heavy had to be lighting it up like a firework. Before it can grasp her, ten tentacles

CRASH!

the Ogre can't maintain its balance and collapses to the ground, shaking the earth so hard that several nearby monsters lose their feet. Despite hitting the ground so hard, the monster

limbs snap out, twisting and winding around the monster, holding its wrists and torso. Crinis isn't strong enough to win a contest of strength against

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

Crinis unfolds her main body, exposing the black, empty void ringed by distended fangs that

is made even more horrific by the fact that she's still got tentacles out harvesting monsters around her, even as she takes on this big fish. I think her fear skill is kicking into effect actually, several creatures nearby are looking decidedly intimidated, hesitating as the bloodlust that filled them

You're alright in my

hard for me not to be able 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

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 to run out of

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

together, they just run about, smacking into the monsters around them and then getting pulled back together. The