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The Arimakki are a resilient and adaptable nightmare. No matter what weapons or efforts are thrown against them, they always seem to find a way to bounce back. Some of the finest warriors out there have fallen to their feverish hordes, and even the power of the cleansers and their searing yellowflame struggles to keep their numbers in check. They are a threat that is not to be taken lightly, as every part of their hives and lifecycle is deadly. Even their eggs can be a horror, ones left behind and unhatched. In places where Arimakki hives have been cleared out, there is always the chance that something was missed, something survived. Shards of the Vile Red Tree still buried, White Worms slithering away into the underbrush, or perhaps clutches of eggs left hidden in the wild. Without the heat of the Vile Red Tree, they have no hopes in hatching, but what if they were to find another source? Those who graze upon these reclaimed fields may accidentally stumble upon tiny eggs clinging to the weeds. Herbivores may eat tainted grass, or perhaps a carnivore may think these clusters a free meal. And within their guts, the eggs find warmth...

Beware the feverish beasts, and what grows within their infected flesh. The Arimakki are parasites, and some of them do not only infest the flesh of gods...

Description

The Arimakki are a resilient and adaptable nightmare. No matter what weapons or efforts are thrown against them, they always seem to find a way to bounce back. Some of the finest warriors out there have fallen to their feverish hordes, and even the power of the cleansers and their searing yellowflame struggles to keep their numbers in check. They are a threat that is not to be taken lightly, as every part of their hives and lifecycle is deadly. Even their eggs can be a horror, ones left behind and unhatched. In places where Arimakki hives have been cleared out, there is always the chance that something was missed, something survived. Shards of the Vile Red Tree still buried, White Worms slithering away into the underbrush, or perhaps clutches of eggs left hidden in the wild. Without the heat of the Vile Red Tree, they have no hopes in hatching, but what if they were to find another source? Those who graze upon these reclaimed fields may accidentally stumble upon tiny eggs clinging to the weeds. Herbivores may eat tainted grass, or perhaps a carnivore may think these clusters a free meal. And within their guts, the eggs find warmth...

Beware the feverish beasts, and what grows within their infected flesh. The Arimakki are parasites, and some of them do not only infest the flesh of gods...