Umbral moth

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<type> umbral moth Creature Levels:     Overall ?     Level Variance -     Natural Attack ?     Weapon Attack ?     Defense ?     Player Estimated - Potential overall skill: ? Skill Cap ? to ? Skinnable Unknown Has Coins No Has Gems Yes Has Boxes No Has Other Unknown Uses Weapons Unknown Alignment Unknown Corporeal Yes Construct No Casts Spells Unknown Attack Range Unknown Stealthy Yes Special Attacks Yes Special Defenses Unknown Body Type unknown Body Type (Alt) unknown Body Size unknown Located: Invasion only Premium-Only Unknown

Skinning Details Ranks Required ? Max Value ? Max Arranged ?

Manipulation Manipulatable ? Skill Required ? / ? Teaching Cap ?

Approximate order of difficulty: dingy, gloomy, murky, cinereous... atramentous, night dark

Started appearing after the Chrysalis opened and the Akul'tiz emerged. Part of Akul'tiz invasions. Comes in various kinds: dingy, dusky, atramentous, et cetera.

Description

The atramentous moth is a dark thing cloaked in flickering, baleful shadow, vaguely insectile in form. Its flesh seems nearly as mercurial as smoke, constantly evolving through irregular, chaotic shapes. The creature's bulbous compound eyes are utterly matte and unreflective, each crowned by an antenna which bears an uncanny resemblance to the soft, questing arm of an infant Human, complete with tiny growths resembling inquisitive, chubby fingers. A slick proboscis protrudes from the moth's mouth, dangling obscenely against its thorax. Most striking are the creature's massive wings, spreading fractally above and around its body like drops of dark ink shifting through water.

Atmospheric Messaging

A gloomy umbral moth glides in, shadows seeming to warp as it passes.

A gloomy umbral moth glides south in a whorl of shifting shadow.

Stunned: A dingy umbral moth staggers about drunkenly, its massive wings losing coherence.

Standing: A dingy umbral moth's wings beat soundlessly, returning it gracefully to an upright position.

Dead

A dingy umbral moth's wings spasm one last time, drifting away from its body like a cloud of acrid smoke. The creature goes still, now nothing more than an ungainly mound of disintegrating shadow.

Now dead, the dingy moth resembles an ungainly mound of rapidly-dissipating shadow.

A dingy umbral moth crumbles into dust, quickly scattered by an errant breeze.

Spawning: A nearby shadow darkens and expands, coalescing into a gloomy umbral moth. Disorienting gusts of feeling roil through the area, accompanying the uncanny beast.

A painful lump rises in your throat as some nearby shadows darken and shift.

Special Attacks

Known to have an attack that poisons.

Vicious Kiss

A dingy umbral moth is abruptly before you, as though disdaining the intervening space. Undulating tendrils of darkness strike at you as the creature seeks to enfold you in an inky embrace.

Fail
You just manage to escape the questing, shadowy tendrils, though proximity to the creature's uncanny wings leaves you with the beginnings of a headache.
Success
Though you struggle to escape, the moth easily ensnares you, drawing you close in perverse mockery of affection. A shadowy, hand-like appendage grasps your head almost tenderly and you feel the moth's slick proboscis plunge past your lips in a vicious kiss. You gag as the coppery taste of your own blood fills your mouth, your tongue savaged in the creature's brutal quest for sustenance.

Terror blossoms within you, multiplying into vastness. The feeling grows and grows until there is nothing else. Just when you are certain your heart will burst in your chest your fear is simply...taken from you, leaving you feeling hollow and shaken.

The moth discards you as a child would an empty sweet wrapper, looking bigger and more malevolent.