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No one has ever escape this fiend once they have been marked for the hunt. It is one that can stretch and morph and change shape. It hides in bedrock, under waterside cliffs and even in streams, hoping to catch its prey off-guard. Part of the Squiggle War. Lord, I wish our forces would come here and fight that thing--if it could be contained...but I guess it would have to wait!" "Stop it! These are not legends--this is Dunwich Village, and we must listen to old stories! These things ought to remain in earth's bowels, locked away forever as a horror to all mankind! It is the curse of mankind that it persistently calls up monsters out of the earth! If Arkham could be shewn the hellish things that lurk in the hollow of ancient Whateley Hill, why don't we pray to keep them from the public eye and the world's ears?...I'll take you up to Tempest Mountain and down into the megalopolis to where the trees end...I'll show you the ultimate grotto if you will--but don't touch that thing--it is the totem of all the terrors that lurk in this vale of madness. Get out of my sight and I'll shew you the Ultimate Mystery...it will take a lot more than you think to bring that thing down..."
Once deities of great power, but cast into exile, the Legacy 0xmons appeared to be all but forgotten. A catastrophic event, of which little is known, cursed them and with a blinding flash of light their spell-craft was gone.
Wondering, lost and not able to grasp the misfortune that had been bestowed upon them they hemorrhaged their dark powers for days. This lasted until they could no longer maintain their form and slithered away into a dimension of delirium.
This ruptured the very essence of their being. Here some imploded, others vanished, whilst the ones that remained were altered beasts and unrecognisable from what they once were.
So as a last act of salvation for humanity, we must try to lure them back to the non-place they came from.
Lores are generated via AI trained on Lovecraft text. Music is computer generated based on Daemon type, colours and movement of the animation. Images are handmade based on the original AI generated 0xmons (legacy version).
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No one has ever escape this fiend once they have been marked for the hunt. It is one that can stretch and morph and change shape. It hides in bedrock, under waterside cliffs and even in streams, hoping to catch its prey off-guard. Part of the Squiggle War. Lord, I wish our forces would come here and fight that thing--if it could be contained...but I guess it would have to wait!" "Stop it! These are not legends--this is Dunwich Village, and we must listen to old stories! These things ought to remain in earth's bowels, locked away forever as a horror to all mankind! It is the curse of mankind that it persistently calls up monsters out of the earth! If Arkham could be shewn the hellish things that lurk in the hollow of ancient Whateley Hill, why don't we pray to keep them from the public eye and the world's ears?...I'll take you up to Tempest Mountain and down into the megalopolis to where the trees end...I'll show you the ultimate grotto if you will--but don't touch that thing--it is the totem of all the terrors that lurk in this vale of madness. Get out of my sight and I'll shew you the Ultimate Mystery...it will take a lot more than you think to bring that thing down..."
Once deities of great power, but cast into exile, the Legacy 0xmons appeared to be all but forgotten. A catastrophic event, of which little is known, cursed them and with a blinding flash of light their spell-craft was gone.
Wondering, lost and not able to grasp the misfortune that had been bestowed upon them they hemorrhaged their dark powers for days. This lasted until they could no longer maintain their form and slithered away into a dimension of delirium.
This ruptured the very essence of their being. Here some imploded, others vanished, whilst the ones that remained were altered beasts and unrecognisable from what they once were.
So as a last act of salvation for humanity, we must try to lure them back to the non-place they came from.
Lores are generated via AI trained on Lovecraft text. Music is computer generated based on Daemon type, colours and movement of the animation. Images are handmade based on the original AI generated 0xmons (legacy version).
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