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Yig as a Monster This monstrous shape is the shape Yig always takes Yig in Combat At the start of battle, Yig immediately transforms into when attacking or being attacked As Yig-the-God, his monstrous form Foes who attack by surprise might instead of a head, he has a hydra-like thicket of snakes be able to get a few blows in against his unarmored springing from his forebody He also has a single human or snake-form, however As a monster, he has central snake-form ending in a massive eye that has heavy armor that is difficult to penetrate prodigious visual powers He has two forelimbs and a long serpentine body, plated with thick armor The Messengers of Yig The messengers of Yig are deadly snakes marked with the crescent moon symbol of Yig on their heads They are typically large members of their species, and their venom is astonishingly deadly—a bite from a messenger is so swift that its effects are often mistaken for a heart attack While he has two huge claws, these are generally not used in combat Instead, he uses the claws for movement, clinging to walls or climbing, or seizing objects for tactical purposes His attacks are almost exclusively biting with his thicket of snake heads As with his messengers, a single bite from Yig is nearly instant death Even more terrifyingly, the eye of Yig can see invisible and hidden things, so no one can be concealed from his view Finally, Yig can summon vast numbers of deadly snakes, typically including a few messengers in their number, and these begin appearing as swarms as of the second round of battle “The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be Not in the spaces we know, but between them, They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen. YogSothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth 288 He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again He knows where They have trod earth’s fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread.” —H P Lovecraft, The Dunwich Horror