The Coral King
Bounding through the barnacled badlands, wet flesh cycling colours to mimic the surroundings. Caustic claws click down, poison eating away at the rock underneath. Powerful legs leap amongst the cliff edges, the beast easily scaling the land. Shaking its head a mane of tentacles momentarily whips around before curiously coiling upon themselves. Intelligent alien eyes study the prey underneath.
Hunkering down, it slowly stalks its quarry. Making small hops it quickly descends all the while its skin coats it from wandering eyes. With a sudden surge the monster springs upon the humanoids, venom slashes ripping into armour and flesh alike. Mottled cloak flashing through coral colours, arrows and bolts rip through the air only to strike empty space. As the hunting parties shaman starts to chant, a high pressured bolt of ink punches into their face, the rending claws make quick work of the holy man.
The party, having taking considerable losses, breaks and runs into the surrounding wilds. The coral king makes his way atop the rise, surveying his multi-hued kingdom he lets out a long roar.
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