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Peranothra Wave-Eater

The being currently known as Peranothra is but a figment of her former self, a withered being of primordial essence that craves nothing more than the taste of sentient flesh and the destruction of civilization. She instinctually commands the lesser minds of monsters and beasts alike, having a particular affinity to the creatures found in the watery depths of all the realms, leading these creatures out onto dry land with the power of her fell magicks. They have one goal: to Feast.

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Autumnlotus

Rules:

Do not destroy without permission

Peranothra is but the latest name to be used by the fragmented spirit. The elven corsairs that have heard of her existence question her ability to coax Kharybdisses to her will with nothing but a stare, as rumors of her prayed an omen of future attacks on shorelines. Others point to her possible connections to the reclusive Idoneth Deepkin, herself being aelvan in shape if you look past her disfigurements. Fewer still whisper on the potential of her being the spawn of some aquatic godbeast, perhaps that of Hydragos that no scholar can explain their absence. All that is known for certain is that many female creatures have risen from the watery depths of the realms, all ending in mass destruction before the head of the Warband was felled. And yet each time another leader emerges after a time, always a feminine creature with a new name, but always the same purpose.

The latest creature is known as Peranothra Wave-Eater, a mixture of feminine grace and vile marine features. In the short time that she has wandered the realms, the “Boss” of the aquatic warband has razed multiple towns and leaving nothing but toppled buildings and cracked bones. There has been no rhyme or reason for the attacks but with each victory, the raiders become more precise and their tactics more cunning. Perhaps the foul blood magicks the leader uses is directing the creatures more precisely? Or perhaps the creatures themselves are adapting and evolving.

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