Cygors
Current Month: Julwar 2nd: 209, The Fifth Age
Occasionally, deep in the forests of the Vaskerry Wilds, a tracker will come across a mysterious corridor of devastation smashed through the woodland. It is a path of uprooted trees and trampled undergrowth that is remarkable in two ways - it would take a creature of enormous strength to push through such dense terrain, and even more surprisingly, the trail seems as if it was chosen by a blind man, unable to avoid obstacles, but forced to plough straight through them. And so it is, for these are the tracks left by a Cygor that hunts the arboreal heartlands.
Cygors are distant cousins of Bovigors but, because they were even more heavily mutated by Tremalking magics, they have diverged greatly from their kin. They are huge, hideously malformed giants, each possessed of a single eye in the centre of its forehead. Through this eye the Cygor is cursed to see not the material realm that mortals perceive, but the ever-shifting Ethereal Realms as they blow through and around the indistinct, ghostly shapes that populate their world. Assailed by such visions since birth, Cygors are all quite mad. The sheer size and ferocity of a Cygor is terrifying enough to mortals, but those who know of their terrible hunger fear them above all else. To the mage, a Cygor is utterly fearsome, for he knows that of all the warriors on the field of battle it is him alone the Cygor wishes to catch in its gnarled and calloused hands, his flesh it wants to tear apart, and his soul it must devour to slake its unending thirst.
Originally created to counter enemy mages when a Tremalking Magi wasn't available, a Cygor can detect those possessed of magical powers from leagues away, for the souls of these individuals blaze with searing light. Those who wield magical powers are seen as shining beacons and the Cygor desires to consume such sweetmeats above all others. These gigantic, eldritch predators constantly hunt mages, warlocks, and witches, desperate to consume their flesh and thereby ingest the bright soul within.
The sheer size and ferocity of a Cygor is terrifying enough to mortal men, but those who know of their terrible hunger fear them above all. The mere presence of a Cygor is often enough to cause enemy wizards to foul the casting of their spells. To the mage a Cygor is unutterably fearsome, for he knows that of all the warriors on the field of battle it is him alone that the Cygor wants to catch up in its gnarled and calloused hands, and lift him upwards to that hungry maw, his flesh it wants to tear apart, and his soul it must devour to slake its unending thirst.
Cygors are distant cousins of Bovigors but, because they were even more heavily mutated by Tremalking magics, they have diverged greatly from their kin. They are huge, hideously malformed giants, each possessed of a single eye in the centre of its forehead. Through this eye the Cygor is cursed to see not the material realm that mortals perceive, but the ever-shifting Ethereal Realms as they blow through and around the indistinct, ghostly shapes that populate their world. Assailed by such visions since birth, Cygors are all quite mad. The sheer size and ferocity of a Cygor is terrifying enough to mortals, but those who know of their terrible hunger fear them above all else. To the mage, a Cygor is utterly fearsome, for he knows that of all the warriors on the field of battle it is him alone the Cygor wishes to catch in its gnarled and calloused hands, his flesh it wants to tear apart, and his soul it must devour to slake its unending thirst.
Originally created to counter enemy mages when a Tremalking Magi wasn't available, a Cygor can detect those possessed of magical powers from leagues away, for the souls of these individuals blaze with searing light. Those who wield magical powers are seen as shining beacons and the Cygor desires to consume such sweetmeats above all others. These gigantic, eldritch predators constantly hunt mages, warlocks, and witches, desperate to consume their flesh and thereby ingest the bright soul within.
The sheer size and ferocity of a Cygor is terrifying enough to mortal men, but those who know of their terrible hunger fear them above all. The mere presence of a Cygor is often enough to cause enemy wizards to foul the casting of their spells. To the mage a Cygor is unutterably fearsome, for he knows that of all the warriors on the field of battle it is him alone that the Cygor wants to catch up in its gnarled and calloused hands, and lift him upwards to that hungry maw, his flesh it wants to tear apart, and his soul it must devour to slake its unending thirst.
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