The Nameless
Urhusan vim-a songtel pal na-stl-jir Sanin dr-honas kh-opors mh-dazod-zien
~ Logah Eanoq ~
The Agdoain, the heavings of Zonaa, or so it is said, for who has plumbed such depths and returned to tell the tale? Headless, their hunger knows no bounds. Heartless, all they know is want. And with each incursion their substance seeps a little further into the world, poisoning and consuming it, as though the world were some fattened fruit upon which they can endlessly feed. But such hunger is merely a reflection, the merest shadow of that of their maker – that which sits alone in the grey void. And waits.
The Hidden
When they first appear the enemy are sought out, hunted. But they cannot be found, for who can seek nothing? They are the masters of hiding.
The Horde
Though they hide, there will come a day when they rise. And when they rise, they rise as one, to cover the land in numberless hordes and eat all that lies before them.
The Hungry
So begins a brutal war, when the Ell find themselves against a foe that can match them at every step, ever changing, like a reflection in a mirror. But hungry. Always hungry.