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There is no knowable purpose to the mother of monsters' spawn, but they seem to exist at a cross-point of evolution, and each breed is unique - united only by one single behavior: each works to feed, protect, or otherwise serve the ever-enduring Genesishyrda. Beyond that, their presence stirs fear into the hearts of those who can feel it, provide deadly challenge for any heroic enough to hunt them, and resources to those capable enough down them and make use of their extraordinary remains. | There is no knowable purpose to the mother of monsters' spawn, but they seem to exist at a cross-point of evolution, and each breed is unique - united only by one single behavior: each works to feed, protect, or otherwise serve the ever-enduring Genesishyrda. Beyond that, their presence stirs fear into the hearts of those who can feel it, provide deadly challenge for any heroic enough to hunt them, and resources to those capable enough down them and make use of their extraordinary remains. | ||
− | + | == The Anntorii and the Curtain of Death Year 110== | |
Somewhere in depths of time, an immensely powerful, dangerous, and presumably deranged caster erected '''The Curtain of Death'''. This nearly translucent wall completely surrounded the continent of interest, permeating deeper into the ground than any have tested and further into the air than any have reached. It has a single, baleful purpose: only one in ten of living creatures survive passing through it. All others perish, painfully, on the spot. Those that survive their first crossing are forever immune to its horrible touch, but there is no way to predict or prevent your demise without taking the ultimate risk (Heredity and astrology have so far provided no salvation). | Somewhere in depths of time, an immensely powerful, dangerous, and presumably deranged caster erected '''The Curtain of Death'''. This nearly translucent wall completely surrounded the continent of interest, permeating deeper into the ground than any have tested and further into the air than any have reached. It has a single, baleful purpose: only one in ten of living creatures survive passing through it. All others perish, painfully, on the spot. Those that survive their first crossing are forever immune to its horrible touch, but there is no way to predict or prevent your demise without taking the ultimate risk (Heredity and astrology have so far provided no salvation). | ||