Egads! Don’t you humans understand how freaking repulsive you look? I’m getting sick to my stomachs right now… urp…
Nempori Diplomat Ocan
I would be willing, yes glad, to see a battle every day during my life.
George Armstrong Custer
Beware the Ice Giants of the north, they are a foul tempered bunch.
Queens of the forest, the Loru Valsharris are respected by elf, dryad, and ent alike.
How empty are their bellies that already so much man and horse flesh cannot fill them?
Excerpt from the Lex Predatoris
Listen now and hear my words, for they are the words of truth and they are the legacy of our people.
Toltep, the eldest of the Cuada
Often the largest of the terrestrial predators, the bear is often overlooked in favor of more flashy and glamourous monsters.
T’would take 30 hounds and a brace of knights to hunt a questing beast…
Worse than those of the Shattered Orb are those who have fallen from the Bright Path and Axtrami’s grace. Yet among them are some who have recieved the extreme blessing of Axtrami, to become glass themselves…
Behold, the Eldest.
Sleep with a cloth wrapped around your face or you’ll be a frungy garden in the morning…
Regional insult for someone considered stubborn, or gullible.
Beneath crumbling towers wait
Ishafel’s Horror and Hate
A monster grim and bleak
Go to it if death you seek
A brief summary of the Pessimal Beast as revealed by the Pessimal Manuscript and other anecdotal evidence.
Fiendish of appearance, beware these black kine…
Eww…take a look at that nasty beast!
Having spent many years facing the Swollen Shadow and it’s lieutenants, the dwarven resistance fighter Vars is one of the few people who could be considered an authoritative source on the most active and malevolent of the Shadow’s Minions, the Haints.
In a sparse and hungry land, the kha-nyou have no problem finding food and flourishing.
Twas as long as a yard-arm and fast as a cobra. Took crewman Dobbs off of the rail and into the deep, that’s why we dont lean over the rail, lad.
Midshipman Oberhall lecturing new sailors
homunculi of the Old World, epargner daemons were once as common as cats…
You wake in a pub and see that it's full of were creatures, and they're all staring at you with a scared look on their faces. As you continue on into the pub you look at your arm. You notice that your arm is covered in thick brown hair. As you continue on into the pub you look in a mirror, and staring back at you is a 7 foot werebear. As you continue into the pub people start to shy away form you. Once you go the bar you ask the weretigress that's the bartender and begin to ask her why everyone is shying away from you, and she begins ro tell you why.