Tanor Thirr

There is something I seek.
While it is bound, it chooses kings and peasants.
When it is freed, it foretells war or woe.
While it bound, it propels men's lusts and furies.
When it is freed, it tumbles, falls, and fades.
While it is bound, life will often thrive.
When it is freed, death will often follow.
What do I seek?

- Tanor Thirr's Riddle

Physical Description

General Physical Condition

In a grotesque display of contorted grace, a monstrous figure descends the wall, its form a nightmarish fusion of spider and Drow. Its spindly limbs, like twisted branches of a cursed tree, writhe and twitch with an unsettling rhythm as it advances. The bulbous thorax, swollen with an unknown purpose, pulses ominously with each step. Two front appendages, eerily humanoid in shape, scuttle across the ground with an unnatural gait, while the rear legs, resembling massive, hair-covered stalks, end in clawed hands that grasp and claw at the air. Its face, a warped caricature of Drow features, is stretched and contorted to accommodate the multitude of eyes that line its brow, cascading like macabre jewels down to a crown of long, thin, and patchy white hair.
With sudden, jerking movements, the creature navigates its environment, its actions as unpredictable as the erratic ticking of a broken clock. There is a sense of primal malevolence emanating from its twisted form, a reminder of nature's capacity for grotesque aberrations and horrors beyond mortal comprehension.