M o n s t e r E n c o u n t e r e dL A M E N T O R࿈
From the deep it emerged, once veiling itself in the inky darkness drifting from the depths. It's sleep had been disturbed by the clamour of reckless wanderers above, and the sudden movement of one from below? Humans, no doubt. Numbering three, no more, no less. The lamentations had grown louder between their first incarnation and the hasty attempts of a hunter helping his prey; the two above forming a rushed alliance to escape unmolested from that tomb of ancient creatures most foul.
Whatever came forth to consume the three uncouth wanderers had been, if only for a moment, hindered by a smaller creature; somewhat akin to a vulture of the tombs, scavenging certain kills that did not belong to it. A puppeteer beast: animating the remains of some long dead cadaver to strike forth at the Hunter, to drag him to the depths before losing it's grip and slithering back into the deep darkness... and into the maw of the Lamentor. A screech of inconceivable horror echoed through the darkened halls for a singular moment as, somewhere in the blackness, the Puppeteer's body was torn asunder by a fiend more abhorrent than it. Then – silence. For a brief moment there was nothing, not even the incoherent rambling of the advancing Lamentor.
"Something's coming," whispered the wounded man, somewhat prophetically. His fear was greeted by the resumption of the maddening babbling and the clockwork tapping of some nightmarish legs. Then, in the thin light that poured from the upper entrance to the tomb, it caught the light for a repulsive moment: two heads encased in pyramidic cages of what seemed to be stone, fighting each other with silent lashes of forked tongues as though they sought control of a singular body independently. It's titanic frame seemed to have been forced and bound together from two separate pieces, lashed together with thick iron bands and rotted, ancient wrappings. It swiftly glided back into obscurity, only faint wisps of it's ragged clothing stayed stationary for a short while before they too trailed off after the beast.
"Memory memory... Sing fire... Hide secrets... Madness. Madness. Little men... Friends in the night... A third. A third approaches. How... Very... Important..." it whispered, slowly...