In a world filled with unique chimera, some are more unique than others OR A chimera divided against itself must fall!
500 word, chimera challenge
In a world where all the good gods are dead, a bit of their power remains
A mighty Dragon that once spread it wings over the swamp moon of Dire
(From 1981)
Far too often spells go wild and these are some of the results
A peculiar sort of horror, a mockery of terrestrial biology
A chilling wind whips through the hollow. Winter's bite grips your spine. The very air you breath stings. Snow swirls all around you, yet, the trees... the trees are motionless in the gale, unaffected by the cold, biting winds.
The limb that got away and became the symbol of a revolution.
Understanding that the planets in the universe are simply eggs, waiting to be torn apart by the creatures inside, gave birth to more questions than answers.
"Eight legged, human body, magical and damnation. That's what they are"
Log: Encounter 701,Syowa Antarctica
Classification: Keter, magnitude 5
Type: plasmic manifestation
The only true god of the Stolen World.
Sometimes names can be deceptive
In a world without almost any gods ,sometimes you have to take what you get. A tale of the Stolen World
All you need to stop a brain is a bullet.
Log: Encounter 45, London Arcoplex
Classification: Keter, magnitude 3
Type: Extradimensional Manifestation
"Alright where is the beast so that I can size it up?"
"That's the thing...you see that mountain range over there?"
"Yeah, the twin spires, what of it?"
"Well that's the beast"
This frightening creature has some rather cruel methods to torture its prey
Before Final Fantasy turned Bahamut into a dragon, it was a fish
A collection of relatively harmless Chinese Mythical Lifeforms
Two creatures, forever cycling between the phases of the 5 elements, unable to rejoin.
One day a a wind begins to blow out of the West. The next day it gets stronger. And stronger still the next few days. Eventually (and fortunately), the speed of the wind tops out at a steady fifty miles an hour, but continues to blow. Soon an entire kingdom is wondering why it's not abating. The weather mages deem it unnatural but can't seem to banish or control it. The priests of various faiths claim it's divine. The End-Of-Days crowd is having a field day with their predictions of doom. No one knows why the gale persists. When inquiring with neighboring kingdoms, it seems they too suffer from a persistent western mistral. Eventually the populace begins to adapt to living with a twenty four hour a day wind. Always from the West, and perpetual. What could be causing this? A raging Elemental king? a curse from the gods? an unearthed artifact? Or has Nature itself gone haywire?
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Also known as the Splendid Forest Serpent, the Dragon of the Barrens, and the Keeper of the Mysteries of the Ssesha