Rhasa[]
... I've never seen it myself, but they say that it stands as tall as ten men, its many ghoulish heads wreathed in green flame, wielding a 
giant axe. The executioner of the Isles, so to speak.
If my sources are correct, the story goes that all souls killed during that first Harrowing, all the people unwittingly committed to the Black Mist, were drawn to a single source of power and forged into one singular entity. Fueled by their anger and rage, they became a swirling vortex of fury.
They call it 
Rhasa, and I advise you that whatever you do, if you see it coming, even if you hear tell of it, I advise you to run. Do not let your fear and awe overtake you, or you, too, will be drawn into its massive form.
I cannot dissuade you from making the trek, but I hope that this missive at least helps you to prepare.
