Another monstrous creation borne of Slern’s manipulation of the creatures of this world. Realizing the folly of their deeds, the pagan priests of Slern had Thornhurn buried under an essence seal. Knowing the seal would not last, they resorted to one other method to keep the monstrosity at bay – the building of a grand cathedral on top of him, dedicated, of course, to Slern. The Hundred Year Cathedral, as it came to be known, was named so because of the time it took to build this equally monstrous dedication to Slern. One hundred years of quarrying. One hundred years of building. In the end, one hundred years of weight upon Thornhurn’s back. Nothing could ever have allowed this beast to roam the lands once more. Nothing, that is, until fools such as ourselves arrived upon these forsaken lands. In our zeal to explore and expand, we have shaken the foundation of this cathedral that stood for millennia. The sacrilege of destroying this wonder however, has become the least of our concerns. With a weakened cathedral, Thornhurn was able to push forth and free himself. The remains of the cathedral remain fused to his body after thousands of years and those that have had the misfortune of being assaulted by Thornhurn have all begun their stories with descriptions of moving cathedral on the horizon, moving ever closer, before it’s bells harken their end.