Description: With autumn gone and the sun laid low, at the turn of the long night and the start of winter's bite, Mither's grasp of control wanes and waxes; the devil of the sea erupts in a foul, plague-ridden blaze. most malevolent and wicked being in the Orcadian lore, with a thunderous hoofed gait and a terrible roar, its breath wilted the fields and the soil, corroded the flesh of livestock and all the people, it took a particular hatred to the equine beasts, forcibly spreading the disease known as mortasheen. Some tried the burning of kelp to ward off the maddened demon, but this would often set off a more furious rampage, One solitary grace is fresh water Until the coming of spring, nothing will stop this nightmarish fiend from eroding everything.
Description: In a act of hubris, Quelaag and her family tempted the natural laws of the world. In their arrogance, were irreversibly warped, isolated and ultimately fell prey to a system they once benefited dearly from, Warped into spasming spider-like chitin and limbs, twisting chaotic flames. she holds closely to the last wisps of her family, in this dark twisting darkness
Description: Residing in the remains of a defiled hamlet, ocean's decay and rotting pungent odor pierces all senses. The ruined corpse of a great one permeates through every pore, whether its mother kos or the parasitic life she carried with her, transforming all the denizens into all manner's of perfuse sea life. This haunting nightmare plane stands as a testament to unspeakable acts carried out a few, many moons ago. Some of these denizens have become hulking shark-like abomination's, their backs burdened with large masses of pipe coral. Their bulbous heads and dull movements mask a surprising cunning and terrifyingly frenzied speed. Any who enters the fishing town will carry deep well of memories from encountering them.
Description: Often events wash over us beyond our realm to experience them. It creates an odd response; the haunted mind manifests beings that seem to exist for no greater reason than the psychological need for an urgent messenger, haplessly manifesting our inability to grasp the natural forces that swept us away, existing as some twisted relief, letting us know there was really nothing we could do.
Description: An over 2 meter long powerful predator with a broad head, formidable grasping teeth, powerful build. Long speckled muddy patterns of spots and countershading, lurking in fast moving cold mountain waters, living in near mythical status along the Indian sub continent and parts of south east Asia
Description: In the spiraling sinews of an endless flesh-made city, its cadaverous walls echo and chitter with unknown forms of punk and funk, deadly troopers swing through the necropolitan skyline, reformed from the countless beings that have been slain before them, forcibly reconstituted into ever more deadly forms. Constantly scouring the charnel plains. Brandishing variable spines and claws, most notably a rifle-like organism capable of firing three-inch Nematocyst rounds that can ride the walls they swing from, capable of an acute agony and biological failure. Occasionally, you can hear one of them praying for cellular glory and clarity in their cause, before swinging off to a new deadly mission. --.. .- .- --. .----. .- -.- .- .--- .- -.-
Description: Pathetic organism used in corpo dystopic world of tomorrow, typically with little for thought, this mass of nerve cells and worthless organs, has a hyper-carnivorous flesh canon tearing at one of its hapless limbs, firing neuro chemical hell swarms at its random targets, either grown through the bio augmentation of an amoeba and handing it a rifle, or stripping some hapless fool of any useful flesh leaving its open nerve ended psyche to do whatever bidding is needed, a true infiltration at every level.
Description: A satellite being that orbits many folds in space, if perceived correctly, grants individuals incredible speed for something in their lives. Although often ambiguous as to what specifically that will be, causing confusing consequences. Many a bio punk and Ribofunk seek its speed all the same.
Description: Trapped in the belly of space, far-flung in the distant cold, the last machine whirs, no one will see its final metal fold, no more purpose, no more names, stuck in this hallowed galactic grave. The fumes and work weren't forgotten. A species of humans had found the fumes of its special carbon, acting as a final star-lit beacon, to the last survivors of these star strung persons, mundane in its conception eons past, saving a future unforeseen with its final machine-like gasp.
Description: Free Europa 🔷 Free Jovian Bull cutter Rig Conamara Chaos fields offensive War Forever A thousand glass shards are sputtering across the Jovian moon's surface, Forcibly deployed to an unfathomable moral cause, a team of strangers shadow your movements, the agonizing equipment sealing away any humanity, jabbing into your bones and tendons. The worst is not being able to have any meaningful conversation with the people around you, just alien gargling radio crackles of a damaged suit. The damaged gloves and shoulder joints restricted complicated gestures. A sickening loneliness infiltrated everything you did.
