The Curselings

The Curse, the name we've given to those arriving from whatever beyond is out there. Everything they touch or everywhere they go is Cursed, twisted, deformed.

The soldiers and beings of the Hopeless we called Auratalon. They had beaklike faces with talons for hands and exuded the sensation of hopelessness. When they attacked, they would huff until a cloud of gas followed with them from which they would attack with their own hands. The gas is poisonous to us. Then, what we didn't expect, they could manipulate and control that gas, attack us with tendrils of gas, at times solid, or simply to extend the reach of its poison.


Later, when they began to attack on Umbriel, they brought with them some sort of domesticated attack dog, we call it the Grimfang.

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