The good thing about iecur is that they can be made from the scraps left over from regular Gargoyle construction. The bad thing is that the result is so utterly loathsome that even other Gargoyles can't look at them without a sense of nausea: an iecur is a six-foot-tall shambling pile of innards, organs, and viscera. Vaguely shaped like a cone sitting on its base, the surface of an iecur is festooned with dozens of wet, flapping livers and bladders.
— Vampire: The Dark Ages — House of Tremere.
"In the center of this circle is a huge creature, with surging muscles and bloodshot eyes. I would think it was just a very big man, except for the fine stitches that cover its entire body. In fact it seems to be composed of many body parts all sewn together."
— A unit discovering Kromph, "Under the Burning Suns", Battle for Wesnoth
An abomination slouches towards Watchmaker's Hill, bellowing like something between a train crash and thirty yelping hounds. The beast is like nothing you have ever see—
No. Wait. It is made up entirely of things you've seen before — riveted together, clad in steel and sinew and gnashing in fury. Here, the cleaver-clawed paws and lolling-tongued snout of the Beckoner-Wolf. There, the spiralled horns and ungulate hooves of the Overgoat. Torn sharkskin and peligin ichor around a bright biomechanical heart. An awful perversion of the Prehistoricists' mandate.
The Aging Laocoonian has built a behemoth from the remnants of your shared conquests — and now his body thrashes around in its beartrap maw.
No. Wait. It is made up entirely of things you've seen before — riveted together, clad in steel and sinew and gnashing in fury. Here, the cleaver-clawed paws and lolling-tongued snout of the Beckoner-Wolf. There, the spiralled horns and ungulate hooves of the Overgoat. Torn sharkskin and peligin ichor around a bright biomechanical heart. An awful perversion of the Prehistoricists' mandate.
The Aging Laocoonian has built a behemoth from the remnants of your shared conquests — and now his body thrashes around in its beartrap maw.
— Meeting the Hunting Beast, Fallen London
