Memory:Fistanarius

Very few of these legendary opponents of law may exist. If more did exist, the powers of law would have sensed them and acted to destroy them, as the greater balor is a threat to any manifestation of law. They, like their smaller relatives, appear as humanoids cloaked in fire and shadow, but this variety is titanic in stature, capable of dwarfing the giant kings. Their true power is unknown, as many of their opponents are said to die of fear when realizing what they face, but they must be mighty in combat. Their nature makes them resistant to most magics, and so they are worthy opponents for beings of both physical and magical strengths. You perceive an entity not so much a demon but rather a festering wound in the fabric of reality. As you look closer (although even looking hurts your eyes) it appears to be a wriggling swarm of large black flies, composite eyes glowing a stark burning red. The shapes climb over each other in a seemingly shapeless heap, yet they all appear to share a single conscience, for they group into forms of weird animals with multitudes of heads and legs, into tree trunks ending in huge gaping maws, into dozens of other horrifying shapes, gradually shifting from one to the other. The bodies of several thousand flies appear to flow together into a long arm, tentacle, snake body, burning sword - an ever-shifting appendage ready to strike you. A constant buzzing and the scraping of chitinous shells against each other drive a pure evil through your ears directly into your mind. A voice dripping of a malice as ancient as the universe itself wispers: "I am the one who is many and Legion is my name."