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FLYING SQUID

Although Flying Squid are not truly capable of flight, their moniker comes from their ability to launch themselves from the water and glide above the surface for long distances before resubmerging. These aggressive predators shoot ink into the eyes of their prey to blind them before attacking with their lengthy tentacles.
The Chaos Legion captain stood at the helm of the ship, gazing out at the empty sea. The sky was an overcast gray, and a brisk breeze ruffled his hair. A large flock of seagulls skimmed the surface of the water, flying ever closer.

He squinted his eyes. The birds drew nearer. As they did, he saw they weren't gulls at all. They were white, yes, but instead of wings and feathers, they had smooth, sheeny skin and tentacles that waved through the air.

From high above in the ship's crow's nest came the cry of alarm. “Flying Squid, twelve o'clock!”

The crew sprang into action, but it was already too late. Before most could reach for their weapons, the squid were upon them. The creatures fired sprays of ink, blinding the men and women below. Those that were able to take up arms flailed uselessly at the creatures, who stayed just out of each, striking with their long and muscular tentacles.

The captain drew his saber and swung at a squid as it whizzed at his head. He missed, and it shot a stream of ink into his face. His eyes burned, and the blinded captain wiped at them futilely.

A tentacle wrapped around his ankle. Another encircled his wrist. He struggled, but his other ankle and wrist were soon grabbed by more tentacles.

They began to pull him apart and, oh, how he screamed.

SWIMHUNTER

The young boy leaned on the ship's gunwale, staring dreamily into the deep green of the water. His father was a simple fisherman, but the boy fantasized about one day being a naval officer... or perhaps a pirate. Anything but a simple fisherman.

Movement in the water below caught his eye, and he leaned over the gunwale, squinting into the depths. A dark shape rose toward the surface. It was emerald green, with two shining orbs set into its surface. As it drew closer, he realized the orbs were eyes. Tentacles waved in the water around it. A squid, the boy thought. He smiled and watched the creature's ascent with interest.

Suddenly, a tentacle shot out of water and threw something at the boy. A dead fish struck him hard in the temple. He winced and staggered, but before he could recover, the tentacle wrapped around his neck and yanked him over the side of the boat. The boy landed in the water with a splash and was quickly dragged down into the depths of the ocean.

BLINDING REFLECTOR

A legion of eldritch creatures swarmed across the open plain. They ran, bounded, crawled, skittered, and flew.

The ground trembled. The roar of the approaching horde filled the air. Sweat ran down the young Reflector's brow, and he blinked rapidly as he stared at their approach. He glanced to his left and right at the other Blinding Reflectors who stood alongside him in a single rank.

“Stand firm, boy,” said the elderly woman beside him.

He glanced at her. She nodded and gave him a grim smile.

He clenched his jaw and adjusted his shield. The creatures were almost upon them. He saw massive swords and axes, claws, razor-sharp teeth, snapping jaws, and a bloodthirsty, feral look in the eyes of his enemies.

The young reflector closed his eyes and channeled his Life energy into his shield. On either side of him, his comrades did the same. Beams of light converged, blazing brighter than the brightest star, and exploded into ranks of the Legions of Chaos.

CELESTIAL HARPY

The harpies of the Celestial Clan are called as such because they dwell on the highest peaks of the mountains across the Splinterlands and prefer peace over violence. Their feathers are the blue and white colors of the sky, making them hard to see for anyone on the ground. They sing beautiful melodies that can sometimes be heard on a gentle spring breeze. Living in peaceful clans, the harpies remain to themselves and immerse in a world of beauty, art, and freedom.

Because of their beautiful plumage and the mystical stories told about them, hunters come. They journey far up the mountains, seeking to kill a harpy for coin and glory. But any hunter that makes it that high never comes back. For the Celestial Clan works as a team to defend one another. And they do not show mercy to those who have darkness in their heart.
The harpies' heads tilted up to watching the rising sun. The break of dawn across the world, changing colors from gray to blue. On their mountain peak, the harpies of the Celestial clan had a view over the world.

And as the sun rose, they sang. First one began, then another, and another. Until their voices weaved in lovely harmony from the mountain peaks.

The sounds drifted on the air, carried down the slopes in a breeze and to the villages below. A welcome greeting.

BONE GOLEM

Bones are plentiful in the land of the dead. The creation of Bone Golems is one of the few ways that Dark Eternal Sorcerers can express their individuality. Zintar Motalis, for example, is known for crafting Golems from sharpened and jagged bones, while the Cryptmancer creates behemoths of polished and rounded bones, designed to smash and batter. No matter how it was built, a Bone Golem is a destructive and unnatural beast of the dark.

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