Sekria, The Void Burrower (Patreon)

Not many know of Sekria, even less within the Realm of D'orn. There is a simple reason for this as many who encounter Sekria never get a second opportunity to bear eyes to it.

One by one, numerous civilizations fell without explanation. Giant holes, the likes that were never seen before were all that remained in Sekria's wake. Even with its rage abated, the effects of its powerful magic still remained. It mattered not who investigated, if anyone got to close to the lands that Sekria's magic inhabited, his powerful mystic arts would brush their minds of any thing, matter, idea, knowledge, or concept of him.

Travelers went back the way they came, scouts reporting situations normal, and life continued unknowing of the horror which came as Sekria slowly turned its realm into a home suitable for only it and those spawned from its body.

Without mercy, Sekria struck everywhere. With magic, the likes that his world had never seen, no  mage was ready to combat it. When kingdoms and empires were attacked, swords were broken against its body, arrows pierced not its hide, and its crooked teeth stained with the blood of its victims were satiated not.

One by one, the Void Burrower turned its realm upside down. Lush vegetation were turned into desert wastelands. The highest mountain ranges were brought to low dusty planes. Just its presence changed the very weather itself as even oceans were not withheld from its fury.

Only a handful of being still survive in Sekria's realm. Whether it likes to torment them, feed on them lest it wipe out food sources, or perhaps because it knows they can't contend, no one knows.

However, what those who are allowed to live do know, is that when you hear the earth rubble and the sandstorms pick up, then pray to your gods and make not a sound, for Sekria shall hear every mumur, every whisper, and every sound you make beneath the Void Sands.

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