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Though this world is built from the countless celestial corpses, there is much life and blessings to be found in this great graveyard. For the people of this land, the death of the gods means more resources and precious fluids, such is the life of scavengers. To dig through the petrified flesh and find a treasure trove of ivory, keratin and Ichor. To tap into reservoirs of sacred fluid to fuel and fill the needs of entire communities. To everyone, the carcass of a god is a wondrous and precious thing, worthy of celebration when miners discover a new untouched corpse deep beneath the surface. Surely the blessings will flow! But not all divine flesh bears wondrous gifts. Of the countless deities whose ancient dead bodies birthed this world, some met ends far more foul and rotten than most. Not a death inflicted by violence or fading ages, but of something festering deep within. Time and many layers of petrified flesh has buried these sickened beings in this planet, but such vileness does not perish with their host. They do not fade or die, but merely wait in slumber. The godly corpse may be their tomb, but in a world of scavengers, it is merely a matter of time before the doors are opened...

The nightmare that plagues this world was not always here, for this madness started when the Years of Feasting were coming to an end. As the times of plenty and excess were starting to fade away and the people noticed their near empty coffers, efforts were made to find more riches down below. Surely the world was not depleted of its blessings, surely there was more to be found that would fill the void their lavish ways created. So the mines went deep, the hunts went longer, all in search for more flesh and fluids. One group of miners struck a massive carcass down below, and excitement filled the entire mine. A untapped corpse of this size would flood the entire region in wealth and materials. All hands were on deck, and they tore into the grave with rabid glee. However, as they bore through its flesh and walked through its desiccated veins, they found no treasure, no riches. The flesh was horribly rotted, the bones brittle and useless. This corpse had festered for a millennia with some unknown rot, reducing its body to a wretched husk. To the miners, this find was a dud, nothing was to be gained here. Yet, this corpse was not truly empty, as it did carry something within its putrid flesh. The miners did not see it, but they awakened it. When the petrified hide was pierced, fresh air flowed into this hollow body. When the miners scoured the corpse, the warmth of their lanterns filled its halls. Though few would think twice over simple things like the introduction of meager air and heat, great things can come from the mundane and small. Much like how a handful of hibernating eggs can soon multiply into hundreds of horrific monstrosities...

It wasn't long after the corpse was opened that the first encounters occurred, and what soon followed was the abandoning of the entire mine as it was overrun. The stories of what happened in those mines are still told to this day and, sadly, they grow more common with each passing year. The sound of screams and wretched gurgles echoing through the tunnels. The subtle rumble of the earth as a rabid horde pours through its veins. And the sickly heat and haze that rises from the caverns and holes, as infection takes hold of man and world. What was born that day has spread like sickness, and the stories of their horrors travels upon many lips. The people often call them "Devil Bugs," but there is one true name for the rot and madness that now seeps into this earth: The Arimakki.

Describing the Arimakki is a difficult task, for they come in many shapes and sizes. Their colonies are a host to countless abominations and writhing worms, giving a new face to the horror with each encounter. However, there are a few traits that all share, and they are the very same features that make them so vile to this world and its people. The first is the White Worms, featureless squirming things that fill their colonies and dance amongst the branches of The Vile Red Tree. These same worms infest the Arimakki themselves, stuffed into their innards and leaking out of every pore and orifice. When the Arimakki grow agitated, these worms squirm and bulge through their insides, filling them with even more maddened vigor. The second thing is the sickly heat they produce. All Arimakki exude a sweltering aura of feverish heat, the kind that burns within your bones and flesh as sickness ravages your body. Alone, a single Arimakki up close can make one draw a sweat on even the coldest of days, their gross warmth seeping into your pores. When banded together, though, a swarm of Arimakki can cook people alive. Their colonies are inaccessible to the unprepared, as the sheer blazing heat they emanate rivals that of a forge. All life must flee or perish when they begin to infest an area, for their hives will bake the surrounding tunnels and lands to clear away threats and make room for their young. Unfortunately, this sickly heat is not the worse thing they can offer.

Born from a sickness not of this world, the Arimakki are not bound to the usual fluids of this land. They do not have any allegiance to the Four Humors or the Godly Fluids, for they have their own wretched secretions. Dripping from their pale and crimson flesh is a colorless clear liquid, one that spits and hisses with a vile heat. The people of this world have called it "Feverish Sweat," as it is just as sickening as any other fluid born of illness. Feverish Sweat is a boiling element, scalding and searing any non-Arimakki who make contact with it. Those who are exposed to a mere spray of this nasty sweat will find their afflicted areas growing red, itchy and burning hot. Soon it will begin to swell at a sickening pace, bulging to ludicrous proportions as the skin becomes more crimson and unbearable. A horrid fever is quick to follow, and those struck by it are reduced to shivering, sweating creatures. Small amounts of Feverish Sweat can be soothed by humors and eventually driven from the body, but as the doses get higher, the effects are more horrible and inevitable. Those who get a good splash of it on their flesh will be gripped by terrible hallucinations and nightmares, their minds stricken by the horrid fever. Getting soaked by Feverish Sweat is a death sentence, as the whole body swells to a grotesque balloon and the unstoppable fever boils every fluid and organ. This agonizing fluid makes even a single Arimakki dangerous, especially since they all flail and writhe in a bizarre fashion constantly, spraying this boiling liquid everywhere.

Ever since their first awakening, the Arimakki have spread throughout the underground, invading caverns and mines to turn into new hives. Efforts from the mine owners and Church have helped in slowing and diverting their invasion, but the current state of the world has allowed these defenses to crumble and for this rot to spread. Warriors armed with Yellowflame still scour the land in search of colonies or invading groups to torch, but their habit of burrowing and tunneling requires far more manpower and firepower to truly purge them.

The Arimakki come in many forms, these are just a few that can be found infesting these lands:

Arimakki Ude: A tottering, flailing specimen whose arms seem too long for even it to handle. It whips and waves its arms in wild fashion, unsheathing claws hidden within them. When prey is spotted, they let out a cacophony of excited babbles and blubbering before launching themselves at full speed toward the target, nearly tripping on their own flailing arms. They are quick to ensnare prey in burning coils and drag them back to the colony to feed the hive. Their unsteady gait and swaying ways makes them seem foolish and uncoordinated, but do not take this look as a sign of weakness. Even if tripped, they can squirm and slither across the ground at frightening speeds.

Arimakki Hara: A bloated, bulbous creature, this form of Arimakki is one of the most common. It is believed that this caste is so prevalent due to their versatility. Their many arms are good for digging, climbing and fighting, while their long "tongue" is perfect for snaring prey or reaching where limbs may fail. Their gross bellies leak large amounts of Feverish Sweat, which its pale tendril arms collect and lob as boiling gobs. Their presence is often betrayed by their burps and tongue noises, but everyone knows that Arimakki are not known for their subtlety. When not in pursuit of prey, they can be seen drumming their swollen stomachs, finding fun in the odd noises and beats they can come up with.

Arimakki Sakana: Like a great maggot, this Arimakki spends most of its time burrowed into flesh or fluid. This specimen is found in damp soggy places, often swamps or flooded areas. Their bloated bodies are hidden below the surface, while their tiny heads peek out to keep watch for prey. When food draws close, its whole form bursts from the waters and it launches its stretchy neck forward. They seek to snare victims in a boiling grip, before drawing them close so that their swollen mass can crush them. These Arimakki like to blow bubbles in the fluids whenever it is bored, and are endlessly entertained by the splashing of their little fins.

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It's Feverish February! The month where we celebrate by doing.....this! Yeah, it's totally a thing, and not just an excuse to dump all these wacky fellas on y'all. But honestly, been excited to post these guys for a while. Way back I was trying to think of some parasite or bug to work into a dangerous invasive force for Fall of Ichor, and I suddenly remembered Bogleech's articles on the Hara No Mushi. Absolutely perfect for what I needed, so here we are! My friend darksack100 helped come up with their name, which I really love. So yeah, expect to see a lot of these nasty buggers this coming month!

Description

Though this world is built from the countless celestial corpses, there is much life and blessings to be found in this great graveyard. For the people of this land, the death of the gods means more resources and precious fluids, such is the life of scavengers. To dig through the petrified flesh and find a treasure trove of ivory, keratin and Ichor. To tap into reservoirs of sacred fluid to fuel and fill the needs of entire communities. To everyone, the carcass of a god is a wondrous and precious thing, worthy of celebration when miners discover a new untouched corpse deep beneath the surface. Surely the blessings will flow! But not all divine flesh bears wondrous gifts. Of the countless deities whose ancient dead bodies birthed this world, some met ends far more foul and rotten than most. Not a death inflicted by violence or fading ages, but of something festering deep within. Time and many layers of petrified flesh has buried these sickened beings in this planet, but such vileness does not perish with their host. They do not fade or die, but merely wait in slumber. The godly corpse may be their tomb, but in a world of scavengers, it is merely a matter of time before the doors are opened...

The nightmare that plagues this world was not always here, for this madness started when the Years of Feasting were coming to an end. As the times of plenty and excess were starting to fade away and the people noticed their near empty coffers, efforts were made to find more riches down below. Surely the world was not depleted of its blessings, surely there was more to be found that would fill the void their lavish ways created. So the mines went deep, the hunts went longer, all in search for more flesh and fluids. One group of miners struck a massive carcass down below, and excitement filled the entire mine. A untapped corpse of this size would flood the entire region in wealth and materials. All hands were on deck, and they tore into the grave with rabid glee. However, as they bore through its flesh and walked through its desiccated veins, they found no treasure, no riches. The flesh was horribly rotted, the bones brittle and useless. This corpse had festered for a millennia with some unknown rot, reducing its body to a wretched husk. To the miners, this find was a dud, nothing was to be gained here. Yet, this corpse was not truly empty, as it did carry something within its putrid flesh. The miners did not see it, but they awakened it. When the petrified hide was pierced, fresh air flowed into this hollow body. When the miners scoured the corpse, the warmth of their lanterns filled its halls. Though few would think twice over simple things like the introduction of meager air and heat, great things can come from the mundane and small. Much like how a handful of hibernating eggs can soon multiply into hundreds of horrific monstrosities...

It wasn't long after the corpse was opened that the first encounters occurred, and what soon followed was the abandoning of the entire mine as it was overrun. The stories of what happened in those mines are still told to this day and, sadly, they grow more common with each passing year. The sound of screams and wretched gurgles echoing through the tunnels. The subtle rumble of the earth as a rabid horde pours through its veins. And the sickly heat and haze that rises from the caverns and holes, as infection takes hold of man and world. What was born that day has spread like sickness, and the stories of their horrors travels upon many lips. The people often call them "Devil Bugs," but there is one true name for the rot and madness that now seeps into this earth: The Arimakki.

Describing the Arimakki is a difficult task, for they come in many shapes and sizes. Their colonies are a host to countless abominations and writhing worms, giving a new face to the horror with each encounter. However, there are a few traits that all share, and they are the very same features that make them so vile to this world and its people. The first is the White Worms, featureless squirming things that fill their colonies and dance amongst the branches of The Vile Red Tree. These same worms infest the Arimakki themselves, stuffed into their innards and leaking out of every pore and orifice. When the Arimakki grow agitated, these worms squirm and bulge through their insides, filling them with even more maddened vigor. The second thing is the sickly heat they produce. All Arimakki exude a sweltering aura of feverish heat, the kind that burns within your bones and flesh as sickness ravages your body. Alone, a single Arimakki up close can make one draw a sweat on even the coldest of days, their gross warmth seeping into your pores. When banded together, though, a swarm of Arimakki can cook people alive. Their colonies are inaccessible to the unprepared, as the sheer blazing heat they emanate rivals that of a forge. All life must flee or perish when they begin to infest an area, for their hives will bake the surrounding tunnels and lands to clear away threats and make room for their young. Unfortunately, this sickly heat is not the worse thing they can offer.

Born from a sickness not of this world, the Arimakki are not bound to the usual fluids of this land. They do not have any allegiance to the Four Humors or the Godly Fluids, for they have their own wretched secretions. Dripping from their pale and crimson flesh is a colorless clear liquid, one that spits and hisses with a vile heat. The people of this world have called it "Feverish Sweat," as it is just as sickening as any other fluid born of illness. Feverish Sweat is a boiling element, scalding and searing any non-Arimakki who make contact with it. Those who are exposed to a mere spray of this nasty sweat will find their afflicted areas growing red, itchy and burning hot. Soon it will begin to swell at a sickening pace, bulging to ludicrous proportions as the skin becomes more crimson and unbearable. A horrid fever is quick to follow, and those struck by it are reduced to shivering, sweating creatures. Small amounts of Feverish Sweat can be soothed by humors and eventually driven from the body, but as the doses get higher, the effects are more horrible and inevitable. Those who get a good splash of it on their flesh will be gripped by terrible hallucinations and nightmares, their minds stricken by the horrid fever. Getting soaked by Feverish Sweat is a death sentence, as the whole body swells to a grotesque balloon and the unstoppable fever boils every fluid and organ. This agonizing fluid makes even a single Arimakki dangerous, especially since they all flail and writhe in a bizarre fashion constantly, spraying this boiling liquid everywhere.

Ever since their first awakening, the Arimakki have spread throughout the underground, invading caverns and mines to turn into new hives. Efforts from the mine owners and Church have helped in slowing and diverting their invasion, but the current state of the world has allowed these defenses to crumble and for this rot to spread. Warriors armed with Yellowflame still scour the land in search of colonies or invading groups to torch, but their habit of burrowing and tunneling requires far more manpower and firepower to truly purge them.

The Arimakki come in many forms, these are just a few that can be found infesting these lands:

Arimakki Ude: A tottering, flailing specimen whose arms seem too long for even it to handle. It whips and waves its arms in wild fashion, unsheathing claws hidden within them. When prey is spotted, they let out a cacophony of excited babbles and blubbering before launching themselves at full speed toward the target, nearly tripping on their own flailing arms. They are quick to ensnare prey in burning coils and drag them back to the colony to feed the hive. Their unsteady gait and swaying ways makes them seem foolish and uncoordinated, but do not take this look as a sign of weakness. Even if tripped, they can squirm and slither across the ground at frightening speeds.

Arimakki Hara: A bloated, bulbous creature, this form of Arimakki is one of the most common. It is believed that this caste is so prevalent due to their versatility. Their many arms are good for digging, climbing and fighting, while their long "tongue" is perfect for snaring prey or reaching where limbs may fail. Their gross bellies leak large amounts of Feverish Sweat, which its pale tendril arms collect and lob as boiling gobs. Their presence is often betrayed by their burps and tongue noises, but everyone knows that Arimakki are not known for their subtlety. When not in pursuit of prey, they can be seen drumming their swollen stomachs, finding fun in the odd noises and beats they can come up with.

Arimakki Sakana: Like a great maggot, this Arimakki spends most of its time burrowed into flesh or fluid. This specimen is found in damp soggy places, often swamps or flooded areas. Their bloated bodies are hidden below the surface, while their tiny heads peek out to keep watch for prey. When food draws close, its whole form bursts from the waters and it launches its stretchy neck forward. They seek to snare victims in a boiling grip, before drawing them close so that their swollen mass can crush them. These Arimakki like to blow bubbles in the fluids whenever it is bored, and are endlessly entertained by the splashing of their little fins.

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It's Feverish February! The month where we celebrate by doing.....this! Yeah, it's totally a thing, and not just an excuse to dump all these wacky fellas on y'all. But honestly, been excited to post these guys for a while. Way back I was trying to think of some parasite or bug to work into a dangerous invasive force for Fall of Ichor, and I suddenly remembered Bogleech's articles on the Hara No Mushi. Absolutely perfect for what I needed, so here we are! My friend darksack100 helped come up with their name, which I really love. So yeah, expect to see a lot of these nasty buggers this coming month!