You remember the corpses you saw after the battle... Men and women with missing limbs, or shredded intestines spilled from torn abdomens. Victims of Mazalu's claw and its heinous might. Perhaps you even gave an inward shudder, as you imagined how close you came to sharing their fate.
"I felt Mazalu's mind when he touched my egg to commune with Erebus. Such viciousness... He relished the screams of those he murdered, savored the fear in their eyes. But I saw beyond this savagery as well. There were thoughts lodged deeper in his brain, proud and angry ruminations about the fall of his ancient race." -- Solus
"The beastmen fear and respect Mazalu for his strength, his viciousness. They'll fight well under his command. Send him with General Grune. Together their talents should prove more than equal to the task we've set them." -- Erebus the Black
"Serve the dragons. Do their bidding. Slay their foes. Earn their praise. Become their greatest warrior. Win their war. Then call upon them. Ask for their aid. Bring their might to the desert. The sand must open. It must open."--Mazalu
Explorers who braved the harsh deserts of Hazach came upon a block of stone, its corner uncovered by the eternal shifting of the sands. They saw from its neatness that it had been worked into shape by industrious hands, not by time and nature, and curiosity caused them to stop and dig. Their arduous labors unveiled the ruins of a temple, buried beneath dunes for untold centuries -- a broken edifice that might have existing long before the time of Terracles. Upon its worn slabs they discovered carvings, depictions of creatures that possessed the upper bodies of men but the lower bodies of scorpions. They believed they had found evidence of a prehistoric kingdom.
"Don't scorn my sorcerous endeavors without putting them to the test. You've killed so many of those vile scorpion creatures that it seemed only proper to make use of the carcasses. As soon as your body becomes accustomed to controlling its new magic-driven appendage, you'll wonder how you ever did without it." -- Faustus the Wizard
Why a scorpion? That's something you've wondered ever since you encountered Hargamesh in the world of magic and dreams. Out of all the myriad monsters you'd faced, the countless creatures that could fill the pages of a bestiary, why would your mind have brought a second scorpion-man into being? Perhaps it's because Mazalu was the first true horror you fought, at a time when your mind was as yet unaccustomed to such ordeals. The kobolds and beastmen you slew before him were horrible enough enemies for a mere farmhand. But there was something about Mazalu, something about his hideous body which made him seem far more terrible.
"What grave power is it that I sense in the furthest reaches of the shifting sands, where even I have never before stepped? For days my dreams have been troubled by inscrutable darkness, by horrors that snap at the edges of my imaginings. In my waking hours the djinn whisper in my ears, speaking of long-forgotten beings who scuttle, and seethe as they lament millennia-old misfortune and devise dark schemes to recapture the terrible glory they once possessed. I can wait no longer. I must prepare myself and begin the journey."-- Alhazred
This mount, the work of skilled sculptors and powerful enchanters, is both fierce and tireless. It can wreak havoc on your foes -- take you into the midst of enemy formations by tearing a bloody path with its monstrous claws. The only drawback is just how uncomfortable its stone is beneath your buttocks. Perhaps a little padding would improve matters...