TheM onster
Compendium
Written By: Arius Flinch
Astaxon: the Hunter
And there was Astaxon; the first of Mehrunes Dagon and the last of the Deadlands. What his path
grazes turns inferno. Where his hounds feast there is chaos. The destroyer of purity and harmony,
Aztaxon leads a dark hunt across Tamriel leaving nothing but carnage and desolation in his wake.
There is no rhyme or reason to his hunt; save maim anything that breathes, ravage anything that lives
and deface anything of worth.
To unleash Astaxon is to promise murder, so the cultists of Mehrunes Dagon hold this card in their
hands and play it only when they are sure that the time for chaos is at hand. He is the finest weapon of
their Master and those who stand in his way are mere flies. So he swats at them with fire, he cuts at
them with his cleaver and there are none who are able to elude the prowl of his hounds.
Iomun: the Hag
She was born of pestilence and within her grasp, corruption is made fertile. Iomun casts stones into
the vile waters of epidemic and what spawns from it are nothing but cancers and plagues. She was
once a witch of the wyld but sickness birthed desperation and desperation birthed whispers to the
Prince of dark deals. What became of her then was sickness herself; a carrion which haunts the woods
of Glenumbra and takes to the skies like a vicious vulture of blight.
Iomuns mantra is hatred, of what shes become and what she will never be again. The pluck of her
talons incites deformity and she has gathered a mass of abominations that have become broken by her
will. The only cure for her touch is death. The only antidote to her venom is annihilation. As Iomun
breathes, no one else can and she will not stop until the world is breathless.
Helia Darkbell: the Sleeper
The Nymphs of High Rock have a sister, one born not of dreams but of nightmares. Helia Darkbell is
a twisted breed of her kind, her grotto a place where she lures men to their final rest. Not by death but
eternal slumber, these men sleep at her feet and find their place of worship with her casted dreams.
There is no man who can say no to Helia; rather they chew off their hand than resist the supple
curves of her skin.
Once a chaste creature of the sublime, it is said that Helia was once forced upon a mortal man and
ever since, bathes in the echoes of such degradation. She is foresworn and diabolical; her maneuvers
are that of a woman scorned. Step upon her grotto and embark upon a path of no return, for Helia
Darkbell is the antithesis of the whispering that there is no rest for the wicked.
Ugamador: the Gargoyle
The most regretted conjuring of one of the Mages Guild astute, Ugamador was once just a shelling
of stone who was given life by a magical pauper who sought credibility. What he found instead was a
creature in which could not be controlled; a menace made of brick who sees to the sun with a graveled
gaze yet once it set, comes to life with a taste for gore.
Ugamador is said to haunt the roofs of chapels, an epitomic disgrace whose discovered personality in
the darkest of places. It is the midnight worshippers who take to their faith under the veil of moonl ight
who Ugamador takes to claws, for he is a cragged reminder that there may no salvation while the
moon is high.