'''{{Anchor|Hosts in the World}}''''   {{quote|A monster draped in writhing black with razor sharp claws and needle like teeth came out of the air and decimated our troop. Just as we managed to regain our wits, the creature sprouted an additional set of arms and threw a fireball at us. Yet again, we managed to regain our composure and we managed to shove a spear to the shaft directly through the creature’s heart. Instead of falling, a mass of tendrils opened, spitting the spear out of the creature’s chest. After a few minutes of combat, when all our troop was dead or diabled, the monster cackled madly, and I kid you not, the mass of black dissappeared, leaving nothing but an average looking man, in no armor and armed with no weapon, who then whistled and walked off. |orig=Jjorgen Darksteel, Dwarf Mercenary}}