Oral tradition tells of two tribes in Agrilla. Two tribes born of the same sun. They lived and worked in peace. One tribe began to worship an unseen pantheon. Massive stone idols were erected in their honour. The worshiping tribe grew vainglorious of their faith and scornful of the other. They were obsessed with the adulation of their pantheon and rapidly consumed the resources of the land for offerings and material to build and move their idols. The other tribe could take no more and slaughtered the worshipers – weak from their exhausting and constant rituals. In spite, they toppled the idols, smashing them in the canyon. The spirits of their enemies were still zealous and bound themselves to the great stone heads of their monoliths. They struggled to move, but crushed their killers. But they could not give chase without toppling, and the remaining Agrillans fled the land to start anew. The idols were left with a taste for blood in a barren land, wailing in anguish over their lost vengeance.

The hearts of men are easily malleable, and the invaders played off of this weakness in their series of femme fatales. Nancy is an unassuming robotic lady, whose darling smile disarms even the most steadfast of attackers on base instinct alone. Once their will to fight has been sapped, her brutality soon steals their will to live.

The immense bulk of the Wetnosaur belies a more gentle demeanor. These huge omnivores attack only when they are hungry, or feel their young are at risk. Indeed, a giant Wetnosaur egg would be a delicious quarry to many predators big or small. The curious behemoth leers down at a passing creature, ready to snuff the life from its bones if it dare compromise the nest.