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

from 'The Gods of Rending' in the imperial Library of Shuth,

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about the current situation, I can see that Crinis is having a field day. I've been steadily making my way towards the area my two pets are

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

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

Crinis!]

up like a firework. Before it can

CRASH!

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

twisting and winding around the monster, holding its wrists and torso. Crinis isn't strong enough to win a

horrible buzzing sound erupts from the tentacles as Crinis unleashes her barbs. The tiny, hooked blades but back and forth

level of existential terror, Crinis unfolds her main body, exposing the black, empty void ringed by distended fangs that is her mouth, and clamps it down on her foes shoulder, tearing into

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

You're alright in

not to be able see what she's doing but if I angle my body just right she falls into one

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 to run

my mandibles together I start to cut my way

the creatures there are many little knots of monsters that are frozen in place. They aren't smart enough to reason through the situation, so 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 from the point I targeted, the