The Strangers

In the early days of the world. When the Oraedar had completed their great work and named it Helaeron. Beings of unknowable origin had come into the world. Wherever they went, the land cried out in terror for salvation. Whenever they spoke. All the universe lamented in the hearing of it. As though their every word were a sentient poison hunting them to the ends of the world. Even thousands upon thousands of years later, the understanding of them is only ever a naive fantasy.
All who have tried have journeyed farther than most ever would dare. Each one exceeding the achievement of the other. But everyone inevitably became lost in the Search of Madness itself. Precious few remain to even speak of it. Far fewer, that could speak sense.
The Strangers are things describable only by one word, no matter the language it's spoken in.
Other...

Basic Information

Anatomy

Indeterminable. They are a perversion of Form and Physicality itself. And are not bound to one or more visages.

Additional Information

Perception and Sensory Capabilities

All senses capable by Mortal Beings and Divine Beings alike. But exercised to extents that shatter restraint. And thwart all Comprehension and Reason.

Genetic Descendants

• Fiends
• Great Worms
• Lycanids
• Primeval Vampyres
• Reptilids

Scientific Name

Aexara (Other)

Origin/Ancestry

Unknowable