Around the cold coasts of the north and west of Eriu lurks Uuthüll, one of the eldest of Conand's creatures: a mighty scaled and slimed monster arrayed with unearthly limbs and snapping jaws, encrusted with parasites and hardened skin and possessing an implacable, malign intelligence that even Baalor himself fears. Uuthüll's dark renown ensures many wild tales are told of it, tales of ships and their crews pulled beneath the waves by a tentacled, evil-smelling leviathan and shieldwalls shattered by a lumbering monstrosity from the deeps that has no right to walk upon the land. Yet most such tales are no myth, for like all stories the truth is there for those that are willing to see, and when Uuthüll rises against the enemies of the Fomoraic and devours them bodily those tales are remembered and finally understood for the dire warnings they are.
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