A spawn of the black gates, some say. But to be honest, there is scarcely anyone who can tell the true tale. Maybe children of Death itself, maybe only the dark tribute of an overambitious necromancer to the world. A towering abomination with stumpy legs and arms of some sort, sticking out of a monstrous mass of foul, ever moving flesh, bone and otherworldly intestines. If you recognize something like an eyeless head. With something like an opening mouth. Run. Fast. Though it might be far too late. The breath of this monster will rust your armor, devour everything it touches, will crawl underneath everythingworldly you thought it could protect you. If the exhaled miasma of death and ravage touches you, it will eat the skin of your flesh, the flesh of your bones, eat everything away it touches, till nothing else then your soul might be left. Maybe your safe then. But propably not. Instinct: To exterminate every living thing.

• Crushes down with its body
• Exhale a miasma of death
• Scares mortal minds with visions of imminent death.