These fearsome deities are often also called the Erinyes or the Eumenides; but in fact each of these are separate groups of divinities. The Erinyes are three Goddesses, the Eumenides are a group of Goddesses. 
    The Furies, by their own admission, originally were only one but have over time gathered into one of the most fearsomely frightening combinations in the Olympian pantheon.

According to classical mythology, the Furies were created when the God Cronus cut off the genitalia of his father, the sky God Uranus, and cast them into the sea. Whereupon the Furies emerged from the spilt blood.
    Doubtless, Uranus is not best pleased about this particular myth. For Uranus is entirely intact.

We include the following encounter between a team-member and the Furies, for they give their own explanation of their creation. Time spent with them is intense and often frightening; but in recent years they have become less aggressive. The Furies can appear from a flash of light or a howling tornado wind: 

'...There was a brilliant light, then I saw two of them. One was quite a plump figure, three metres tall. She had wispy grey hair and the scalp was visible in patches. She had a very long pointed nose and big dark eyes, bigger than a human's in proportion and no whites to them, only red as if bloodshot. She also seemed to have what looked like a smaller eye in the chin, quite a pointed chin. Her body was absolutely dead white, not flesh coloured, and she had enormous breasts, but hands more like the claws of a bear. 

The second one was totally different, thinner than the first; but again VERY frightening to look at. This one had brown skin and again grey hair but very dark grey and more of it than the first, but short. Again the same sort of eyes - very dark, no whites. This Fury had no breasts, completely flat chest, no nipples, no penis or anything of such that I could see; but the navel came out to a point, with one claw at the end sticking out about six inches. Again the same claw-like hands. 
    The Furies speak in very, very grrrgrrr growling voices.' 

"You are brave to welcome us. We are the Furies. All mortals feared us in ancient times. Now they do not know of our existence, only very few. We are mighty beings and are here to receive the homage you pay us." 

Then I saw another, this one was bright scarlet coloured and expanded to about five metres tall, as now were the other two. This one had no hair; but breasts like a woman but two nipples side by side on each breast, a very long penis and huge testicles like a bull. Very muscular altogether and very ugly. But scarlet red skin and claw-like hands. I was so frightened as they grabbed me and started throwing me to one another.

"How brave are you mortal. Why do you tremble? To control one's feelings should be the rule."

I was trembling terribly, couldn't stop. It was hopeless I was so frightened. It seemed as if there were masses of them, a mass of energy that split into separate beings.
    "How many of us are there?" asked one.
     I said three, I think.
"Wrong! Wrong!" came a croaky chorus. I said one, who appears to duplicate. Then I heard lots of cackling laughter.
    "You will never know. One or twenty. Does it matter? I started as one, I collected others as I would collect you. We need more helpers, why don't you join us? Cry out and you are ours."
    Suffice to say I did not.

Throughout the years the Furies have appeared in different numbers and forms; which suggests they have the ability to shape-change as they wish. Sometimes there are only three, sometimes four, other times there can be eight or more during an encounter. All are strange looking beings, each is different. One looks like a skeleton thinly covered by skin; another is a deep blue colour with no features other than mere holes for eyes; another is grey coloured and wears a long flowing cloak and hood. Generally there is a sulphurous smell that comes with the Furies and a strange whirring sound. They don't keep on their feet all the time, these beings can fly at you, can morph extra arms, sharp teeth, claws, talons, whatever 'weaponry' they wish. They can merge into one, split into many.

"We cause trouble where trouble is deserved, all evil will be struck down. We know what we are doing, we serve a purpose. We are not gentle. Your world has turned against nature and everything that is good. We are the ones who vent our spite on the terrible mortals who inhabit your planet; yet it may be saved by the Gods and Goddesses. We are taking our rightful place now. One day we will be gentle, we will become less furious when your world acknowledges us.
    Celebrate our day. The day we were created. You will drink wine, you will enjoy celebrating our creation without fear."

Festival of the Furies- September 8th
Held Jointly with Proteus