Mockra D'rek-Thyr

[Allanon Creel]

Deep in the eastern oceans lies a behemoth among octopi, a creature so massive it is one the sole reason neither Templar nor Mortulian force boast a navy. Mockra- Mortulian for Death and D'rek-Thyr, translated from ancient Templaric to present, meaning 'From below.' It is unknown how the two languages merged to give the beast it's name, yet is accepted for none would claim it as their word-- it is a curse among both languages. The beast, described by the handful of survivors decades past, was said to have blotted out the sun from when it emerged infront of them on one normal morning. The species this giant belongs to are a wonder in themselves, as their growth is unique to them alone, so far as expeditions have discerned; they consume others to grow, yet cannot grow from digesting an unknowing or unwilling opponent, however few of those there are within this group of sea-dwellers. The format this procedure would take place would be one octopi senses another within the area and would spray a thin smog into the water, giving off a distinct smell that only others of its kind could detect. A challenger of similar size or strength would arrive and spray a similar odor matching in scent, as the bigger the octopus, the more pungent the smell, and essentially first come first serve would occur, as the octopi who first responded would be accepted. The reason behind the willing participation, is that in these creatures they live off extremes, and should one feel cornered, or be attacked from behind, a fearful adrenaline would course through their bodies, which would not aid in any way to its consumer,- only one who's combative adrenaline was pumping would aid in growth. Through the species's survival instincts, these octopi do not ambush another to feed off two weakened combatants, as their species would die off as a result.

To put Mockra in the right view, it is important to note that this breed of sea-creature start off fighting at the size of the average longsword, with a tentacle length of a dagger. This beast would have had to have won so many battles the figures baffle even the most determined mathematician. Of the beast itself, t is said it had a pair of luminescant bright green eyes, 8 tentacles each easily the width of 12 men laying foot-to-head in one direction. The tentacles were immeasurably long some survivors of the wrecked armada had said, and it's maw, that cavern it used to close upon food was rimmed with teeth as big as balistae able to devour thirds of galleons with the ease of crunching into pickles. There are mother's tales to frighten misbehaving children that it possesses a certain ability to reduce its size, allowing it to travel in the underground rivers, able to pop up and grab anyone who's misbehaving. One thing is frighteningly true, however, is possible, at night from the high towers of Ponferrada to see it's glowing eyes underneath the rolling waves, waiting for anything to venture to the shores, always waiting, for it has all the time in the world.