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There are many hazards to watch out for whilst adventuring, never knowing in which direction a beast may strike. Whether its by mass of trees block line of sight in all directions, open desserts which drain at ones sense of direction, and caution, or crystal caves where your own mirrored reflections may spook you. For this reason it is favourable to find an open forest clearing, a landmark within the sands or a large cave within the crystals.

But be warned, there are times when a wide open clearly marked space may hold just as dangerous of a threat as any other part of the wilderness.

Which mighty rumps these champions of battle are known to bash down trees, shape the sand and even smash crystal as they form an open space to call 'home'. Rather than hide these dens, they clearly mark their space and the paths which lead, making it easier for visitors to find their way. For the den of the Sumo Beetle is also his arena of battle.

As proud champions they strive for nothing but to best the mightiest of opponents. To them attacking from the rear or blind spot is for naught an act of cowardice. A fair fight is what they seek, and no fight is fairer than a large smooth space devoid of obstacle. What is more, with prominent landmarks and eye-catching patterns alongside hypnotic butt movements, said opponents often find themselves anchored into battle unable to escape despite the way out being as open as when they first arrived.

Diablos, Beelzebub, Lilith, amongst others they are known as the strongest of devils. Through the spilling of their blood it is said their gave birth to those who would later be known as Devilkin. Each child born to Devilkin inherit through their parents' blood the power of the greater devil in which their line originates. While mixed lines are not unheard of they are looked down upon as impure.

The strongest of these lines was said to be that of Lucifer, the lord of darkness. Holding a power so strong that non but the great lord himself could bear; his 'children' were all but lost, torn asunder by the intoxifying power held within their own blood.

But what if one should survive... Till this day the blood of Lucifer is said to flow as an endless stream in the chance that one day, such a child would be born. A child with no prior bloodline, born straight from the source.

Among the most dangerous of plants, there are few like the Mandragora. Defensive by nature, they only attack those who tread upon their leaves making them easy to avoid. Or rather that's what you'd think.

Navigating through a forest of thick shrubbery and bushes is never easy, but now imagine that some bushes don't like being trodden upon. One wrong step and all of a sudden three scythed tendrils will rise up surrounding you, poised to strike.

Survival means a dance against three deadly blades swung in menacing rhythm slicing though all but the toughest of armours. The only hope is to slay this foe is to forcefully prise the leafy exterior from the ground and strike at its true and rather fragile body.

But be warned; when exposed the Mandragora is known to let out a paralysing shriek. For this reason many just advise running and hoping you don't step on another.

Rick's Journal - page 1

'They laugh at me, scorn me. They don't believe.

I know what I saw that day atop those fateful snowy cliffs. A gaint man, like a hulking beast, taller than any building.

I can take it no more, I will leave tomorrow, I must prove them all wrong.'


Rick's Journal - Page 12

'I have been on the travel for many days now, been to many places. All who I tell my tale take it as nothing more than a joke. Oh how the joke's on them. I'm nearly there.

Just a bit more and I'll have proof and then, I will be the one to laugh.

Big Foot is real and I shall be the one to prove it.'


Rick's Journal - Page 14

'Today I stand at that fateful mountain's foot.

I feel my boots shaking as I stare towards the sky, the peak far out of sight.

What if I find nothing, what if I was wrong.

Perhaps I was just delirious from the cold and mistook a common monster.

No, don't doubt yourself me, Don't let them win.'


Rick's Journal - Page 18

'Cold, so damn cold.

Lately I have begun to doubt myself more.

Did I really ever make it up these cliffs before, was it truly not a dream?

Were they right to laugh at me so?

That these heights are beyond a mere man such as I?

No, I have been here, I must have. It's all so familiar.'


Rick's Journal - Page 21


'My rations are running low, perhaps it is time I turned back.

Any further and I'll be unable to return.

Then again perhaps that is what I wanted. Ah what am I saying, er writing.

I go one more day, and then I turn back. No point rushing to death's door.'


Rick's Journal - Page 22


'I've done it.

A footprint in the snow, larger than any man, not that of a beast either.

I knew it, I WAS right.

I just need irrefutable proof, his lair, if I find his lair perhaps there be something they can't deny.'


Rick's Journal - Page 24


'A cave in the ice, this is it.

This is no natural cave, its as if a mighty creature carved it out of the very side of the cliffs. Smashing ice and rock alike with giant fists.

The further I step, the more I am sure. Frozen carcasses of mighty beasts. Stones laid out in bizarre patterns, carvings on the walls. Signs of intelligence I'm sure. Signs of something more than man.

I here it now, a heavy breathing.

Yes there he is, so.

So massive, so big. Is that a club?

Its stone, so massive, bigger than myself. Just how big is this beast of a man, just how strong is it. Maybe I shouldn't have come. I'm scared, what if it sees me. I must retreat.

No. I need them to believe me, but how.

A nail, yes. Just the one and I'll have enough to make them listen. But to do that I must go deeper, right up to it, that bloodied nail hanging loosely from its pinky...

I have made up my mind to leave my journal behind, I'll throw it as far down as I can. If I succeed I won't need it anymore.

If not, if not I leave my last words behind. My last testament, my last resort of proof that a monstrous human-like being as large as any dragon lies here.'


Janette's Journal - Page X

'Oh how I have waited for the day my Rick would return from his foolish quest.

If only I'd listened, if only I'd humoured him.

Now all that remains is this journal, found by a brave adventurer at the base of the mountain.

He wrote of finding the beast of taking from it, perhaps he was caught, eaten even. But non of that matters, I just want his story to be believed like how I should have believed in him from the beginning.

I have made up my mind, I will finish what my dear Rick started. And as he did I will record my journey in writing.'

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The great faith as it is known is worshipped by many on the continent with sermons, prayers and rituals, all performed and conducted by celestial beings; the children of the great lord.

As angels they watch and guide the people, bringing enlightenment to their lives. Whereas some protect in secret and others smite evil before the public eye, no others are like the 'Principalities'.

They direct and control the other angelic orders from afar whilst maintaining a public figure amongst the people. They are the foci in which all of the divine faith must pass, whether it be the prayers of the people or the blessings of the lord himself.

Some could even say that these beings are the faith in its entirety, for without them there would be no contact with the lord in the heavens.

Never seen to take action themselves, they may be seen as frail leaders to the unbelieving. But be warned; there is a reason all other angels follow their commands without hesitation.