The Last Watch of Summer
Ten foot, near a thousand pounds, dense as a brick and insatiably viscous. They are infamously greedy and violent they wander in and out of the plane’s hordes as their appetites dictate. Unlike the rest of the barbaric denizens they have been seen plenty since the last great invasion. At least annually a tribe or two comes raiding from over the mountains into the Chivalric Kingdoms for extended periods and the gruesome death they almost all meet eventually doesn’t seem to deter the next years batch.