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*<b>Hrotsvitha</b>, Ninth Soul, the Spawning Forest
 
*<b>Kashta</b>, 18th South,
 
 
*<i><b>Avarret</b>, the Breaker of Blades</i> ([[Quendalon]])<br>Larger than any warstrider, Avarret lumbers across the demon realms like a colossus, moving with the slow, inexorable gracelessness of bad stop-motion photography.  Stony skin covers his massively muscular body and taurine skull, while earth and sand turn to solid rock beneath his hooves.  His immense strength is exceeded only by his fortitude.  Sorcery splashes off him like water, while mortal weapons burst asunder as swiftly as they are raised against him.  Even blades forged of the Five Magical Materials grow notched and dull upon touching his adamantine hide.  When he assumes his mortal shape, that of a stocky itinerant monk, he has been known to grant or take away all forms of resilience and durability.
 
*<i><b>Avarret</b>, the Breaker of Blades</i> ([[Quendalon]])<br>Larger than any warstrider, Avarret lumbers across the demon realms like a colossus, moving with the slow, inexorable gracelessness of bad stop-motion photography.  Stony skin covers his massively muscular body and taurine skull, while earth and sand turn to solid rock beneath his hooves.  His immense strength is exceeded only by his fortitude.  Sorcery splashes off him like water, while mortal weapons burst asunder as swiftly as they are raised against him.  Even blades forged of the Five Magical Materials grow notched and dull upon touching his adamantine hide.  When he assumes his mortal shape, that of a stocky itinerant monk, he has been known to grant or take away all forms of resilience and durability.
 
**<i><b>Lorenc</b>, Messenger, the Tireless Rider</i> ([[Quendalon]])<br>The far-traveled Lorenc is both horse and rider, the pair fused together into one unwholesome organism.  Antlers rise from his equine head, while his human head bears a garland of green leaves that grow from his temples and twine through his braided hair.  He rarely stops, and never tires.  Water turns to cracked glass beneath his hooves, and he rides across chasms as if through thick mud, moving slowly but without fail.  Lorenc serves the greater demons as a messenger, bearing missives that cannot be trusted to lesser couriers or to the winds of magic.
 
**<i><b>Lorenc</b>, Messenger, the Tireless Rider</i> ([[Quendalon]])<br>The far-traveled Lorenc is both horse and rider, the pair fused together into one unwholesome organism.  Antlers rise from his equine head, while his human head bears a garland of green leaves that grow from his temples and twine through his braided hair.  He rarely stops, and never tires.  Water turns to cracked glass beneath his hooves, and he rides across chasms as if through thick mud, moving slowly but without fail.  Lorenc serves the greater demons as a messenger, bearing missives that cannot be trusted to lesser couriers or to the winds of magic.
 
***<i><b>Kotsos</b>, the Arachnid Innkeeper</i> ([[Quendalon]])<br>The kotsoi resemble huge spiders whose flabby torsos and froglike faces, despite their fine scales and amphibian cast, are not wholly unlike those of men.  These obsequious creatures operate inns and taverns throughout the demon city.  They purchase or snare other minor demons to provide their inn’s provender, hanging them from the ceiling in cocoons of spider silk and either preserving their meat or injecting them with venom to dissolve them into demonic liquor.  The word of a kotsos is its bond when a guest pays in brazen Yozi coins; otherwise, the kotsos will attempt to snare the hapless guest in a cocoon and hang her with the rest of the food.
 
***<i><b>Kotsos</b>, the Arachnid Innkeeper</i> ([[Quendalon]])<br>The kotsoi resemble huge spiders whose flabby torsos and froglike faces, despite their fine scales and amphibian cast, are not wholly unlike those of men.  These obsequious creatures operate inns and taverns throughout the demon city.  They purchase or snare other minor demons to provide their inn’s provender, hanging them from the ceiling in cocoons of spider silk and either preserving their meat or injecting them with venom to dissolve them into demonic liquor.  The word of a kotsos is its bond when a guest pays in brazen Yozi coins; otherwise, the kotsos will attempt to snare the hapless guest in a cocoon and hang her with the rest of the food.
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*<i><b>Ferand</b>, the Chariot of Embers</i> ([[Quendalon]])<br>Ferand presses forward like a charging legion or a buffalo stampede; he advances with the irresistible force of the dawn or the rising tide.  He appears as horses and chariot and charioteer all merged into one, with leads and reins throbbing like the veins in a warrior’s temple, all of charcoal black laced with blazing red and orange.  Scorching air billows from his body like the breath of a forge.  Obstacles crumble many miles before his inexorable advance; walls shatter, armies rout, and whole forests burst into flaming flinders in the face of his merciless onslaught.
  
 
*<i><b>Hekatonchieres</b>, the Hundred-Handed One</i> ([[Nero's Boot]])<br>Of all the souls of Isidoros, only one inspires dread sufficient to mutiny an entire army rather than face it: Hekatonchieres, the Hundred-Handed One, he of fifty heads and one hundred arms.  Tall as the Imperial Manse, and stronger of arm than any other save Avarret, Hekatonchieres is the inevitability of an advancing juggernaut.  He is the dance of death, the whirlwind of destruction, and of all the souls of the Black Boar, he moves the swiftest, for he was once the lover of Ghroth, who blessed him with speed of purpose.  Those who face him are dead before they draw their blades, as none have ever tested the thickness of the Hundred-Handed One's skin with their swords.  In each hand, Hekatonchieres wields a Malfean iron hatchet, and each of his fifty heads is helmed.
 
*<i><b>Hekatonchieres</b>, the Hundred-Handed One</i> ([[Nero's Boot]])<br>Of all the souls of Isidoros, only one inspires dread sufficient to mutiny an entire army rather than face it: Hekatonchieres, the Hundred-Handed One, he of fifty heads and one hundred arms.  Tall as the Imperial Manse, and stronger of arm than any other save Avarret, Hekatonchieres is the inevitability of an advancing juggernaut.  He is the dance of death, the whirlwind of destruction, and of all the souls of the Black Boar, he moves the swiftest, for he was once the lover of Ghroth, who blessed him with speed of purpose.  Those who face him are dead before they draw their blades, as none have ever tested the thickness of the Hundred-Handed One's skin with their swords.  In each hand, Hekatonchieres wields a Malfean iron hatchet, and each of his fifty heads is helmed.

Revision as of 16:36, 25 July 2008

Isidoros, the Black Boar that Twists the Skies

Power, Conquest, Domination
Progeny Count: 3:1:1
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  • Avarret, the Breaker of Blades (Quendalon)
    Larger than any warstrider, Avarret lumbers across the demon realms like a colossus, moving with the slow, inexorable gracelessness of bad stop-motion photography. Stony skin covers his massively muscular body and taurine skull, while earth and sand turn to solid rock beneath his hooves. His immense strength is exceeded only by his fortitude. Sorcery splashes off him like water, while mortal weapons burst asunder as swiftly as they are raised against him. Even blades forged of the Five Magical Materials grow notched and dull upon touching his adamantine hide. When he assumes his mortal shape, that of a stocky itinerant monk, he has been known to grant or take away all forms of resilience and durability.
    • Lorenc, Messenger, the Tireless Rider (Quendalon)
      The far-traveled Lorenc is both horse and rider, the pair fused together into one unwholesome organism. Antlers rise from his equine head, while his human head bears a garland of green leaves that grow from his temples and twine through his braided hair. He rarely stops, and never tires. Water turns to cracked glass beneath his hooves, and he rides across chasms as if through thick mud, moving slowly but without fail. Lorenc serves the greater demons as a messenger, bearing missives that cannot be trusted to lesser couriers or to the winds of magic.
      • Kotsos, the Arachnid Innkeeper (Quendalon)
        The kotsoi resemble huge spiders whose flabby torsos and froglike faces, despite their fine scales and amphibian cast, are not wholly unlike those of men. These obsequious creatures operate inns and taverns throughout the demon city. They purchase or snare other minor demons to provide their inn’s provender, hanging them from the ceiling in cocoons of spider silk and either preserving their meat or injecting them with venom to dissolve them into demonic liquor. The word of a kotsos is its bond when a guest pays in brazen Yozi coins; otherwise, the kotsos will attempt to snare the hapless guest in a cocoon and hang her with the rest of the food.
  • Ferand, the Chariot of Embers (Quendalon)
    Ferand presses forward like a charging legion or a buffalo stampede; he advances with the irresistible force of the dawn or the rising tide. He appears as horses and chariot and charioteer all merged into one, with leads and reins throbbing like the veins in a warrior’s temple, all of charcoal black laced with blazing red and orange. Scorching air billows from his body like the breath of a forge. Obstacles crumble many miles before his inexorable advance; walls shatter, armies rout, and whole forests burst into flaming flinders in the face of his merciless onslaught.
  • Hekatonchieres, the Hundred-Handed One (Nero's Boot)
    Of all the souls of Isidoros, only one inspires dread sufficient to mutiny an entire army rather than face it: Hekatonchieres, the Hundred-Handed One, he of fifty heads and one hundred arms. Tall as the Imperial Manse, and stronger of arm than any other save Avarret, Hekatonchieres is the inevitability of an advancing juggernaut. He is the dance of death, the whirlwind of destruction, and of all the souls of the Black Boar, he moves the swiftest, for he was once the lover of Ghroth, who blessed him with speed of purpose. Those who face him are dead before they draw their blades, as none have ever tested the thickness of the Hundred-Handed One's skin with their swords. In each hand, Hekatonchieres wields a Malfean iron hatchet, and each of his fifty heads is helmed.

Isisoros has four children by human women, now mighty behemoths in their own right:

  • Mount Mostath, Herder of Mountains: An elaphantine tusked-behemoth that wanders the frozen North.
  • Rask, Builder of Mountains</i>: A fiery stone-behemoth that sleeps in the burning South.
  • <i>Gulgul, Destroyer of Mountains: A whale-like behemoth that shatters mountains in the West.
  • Hern, Sustainer of Mountains: A great tree-behemoth from the East.

Comments

NB, are you familiar with Abyssals? That book mentions that the ghosts of behemoths are commonly called hekatonkhires. Just letting you know of the terminology clash; it certainly isn't the only one Exalted has. - willows

Me is aware. I just decided to name him that. The term "hekatonchieres" originally comes from Greek myth, and refers to a very specific form of monster that aided Zeus in overthrowing the titans. I thought it was appropriate for a demon... Nero's Boot

I'm aware. 'S why I don't like the Latinate spelling with c in it. Anyway, I like your execution here. - willows

Kotsosi would better become kotsoi, since -oi is the plural of -os in Greek. BTW I don't know that a ponytail (that's what 'kotsos' means) has to do with demons :P - Nihilio

Invented names that sound perfectly reasonable in one language turn out to be rather embarassing in another. It's an inevitable hazard.  :) - Quendalon

Someone explain to me how a Yozi has children by a human woman when a Yozi is: 1. locked in Malfeas forever (for a given value of forever) and 2. a Primordial. - Hulen

Because 1) They weren't always locked in Malfeas, and once roamed free on the land, and 2) because a Primordial can look like pretty much whatever it likes, and all of them have some humanoid form they can assume: Even if they couldn't, they are primordials, with awe-inspiring power. If a lowly butterfly-spirit can make a woman pregnant just by dusting her with the pollen from it's wings... Molikai

Also as far as canon goes

  • The Lintha are so protective of their bloodline is because it's literally the result of their greatest chiefs breeding with Kimbery.
  • The Scarlet Empress may well be having the Ebon Dragon's children Enchantress