Slowly the red liquid flowed, washing over the rubble that it came into contact with. The blood seeped into the cracks of a pile of rocks and hardened until it became as strong as the rock itself. Its magic laid dormant inside the stones for some time. Then, they shuddered.

Their sudden movement shook the nearby gravel, causing a rustling that recoiled off the side of the abyss and echoed through the silent pit. When that whisper faded, another one came, from a different part of the cavern. Then another. Then half a dozen more. Everywhere the rocks twitched and shook as they came to life. The strange sounds found their way up to the rift above, where they would be faintly heard by any crossing the makeshift bridge.

What were once mere piles of stone and rubble were now living creatures. The things let out a cacophony of shrill shrieks and cries, growing ever hungrier. The quicker ones soon took note of the fact that there were bats clinging to the ceiling of the caves, and quickly went about hunting what bats they could catch. The larger, heavier, and slower creatures had little luck catching bats. As night began to fall, they began to look upwards. Perhaps the townsfolk above, fearful of the noise, would try dropping some food or livestock into the pits below as sacrifice to satisfy whatever devils they believed in. That would be enough to satisfy the dozen or so creatures living below. If not, however, the devils of rock and blood would be forced ascend to find food on their own.

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Bloodstone Horrors: They have no language of their own save for primitive shrieks and growls, so they are known by whatever name their victims call them. Made from small piles of stone held together and animated by Moggotheddon's dried, stone-hard blood, they take the appearance of small, impish creatures made of solid stone, with smatterings of dried blood coating parts of their bodies.

The largest of them are a little over half the size of a grown man and they are rather scrawny, however their stony forms make them rather resilient and difficult to kill without magic or some sort of blunt weapon to smash them apart. This is usually enough to stand a chance against larger foes, especially when they attack in numbers as they prefer.

They have sharp claws and razors teeth of stone, deadly against lightly armored foes but too short to easily pierce thick metal armor. The powerful legs of the beasts allow them to move quickly in short sprints, though this tires their heavy bodies and if a fleeing human could outrun them for a minute or so they would tire and give up on the chase. Their claws can find purchase on about any surface and their legs are also well suited for climbing, allowing them to scramble up almost anything with freakish speed. They have voracious appetites, and if hungry they emerge at night from the dark pits that they dwell in.
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