The magical tree of endura first gave life to this god. It is mystical and ancient, bearing powers that are yet unknown. It is said to speak in riddles and occasionally wails as it grows taller and thicker. Its trunk, which grows as a condor, towers nearly fifteen feet above the ground, and upon it twine mystic ropes whose ends dangle uselessly. Often the trunk and tips of the ropes are missing, constraining the animal to cramped and unnatural lengths. No living man has scaled this tree without disaster, for, as will be seen hereafter, its mighty and indescribable trunk cannot bend the branches which must always point externally upward. The roots of the tree reach above the height of the condor, and from them stream innumerable whirlpools of indescribable colour, which seem to burst forth in streams at the trunk's apex. These volcanic waters are prized for the making of incense, and are said by the Vascones to herald extraordinary fortunes. Fiends abhor these waters, for they mock the inconceivable gods, and cause unhallowed combustion near their source. The colour of this steam, when it shines forth for a second, resembles the colour of chrysolite, and is plainly visible even in the dark.
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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The magical tree of endura first gave life to this god. It is mystical and ancient, bearing powers that are yet unknown. It is said to speak in riddles and occasionally wails as it grows taller and thicker. Its trunk, which grows as a condor, towers nearly fifteen feet above the ground, and upon it twine mystic ropes whose ends dangle uselessly. Often the trunk and tips of the ropes are missing, constraining the animal to cramped and unnatural lengths. No living man has scaled this tree without disaster, for, as will be seen hereafter, its mighty and indescribable trunk cannot bend the branches which must always point externally upward. The roots of the tree reach above the height of the condor, and from them stream innumerable whirlpools of indescribable colour, which seem to burst forth in streams at the trunk's apex. These volcanic waters are prized for the making of incense, and are said by the Vascones to herald extraordinary fortunes. Fiends abhor these waters, for they mock the inconceivable gods, and cause unhallowed combustion near their source. The colour of this steam, when it shines forth for a second, resembles the colour of chrysolite, and is plainly visible even in the dark.
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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