Korrim Stouthammer - Expert Brewer
Ale tells the truth quicker than any man does.
Introducing the MONSTROUS REPOSITORY
Dread horrors. Forgotten titans. Mind-bending enigmas. And now—they’re getting the spotlight they deserve.
Varnyx - The Nothic
In the cobwebbed archives beneath a shattered mage’s tower in Gloomshade, something watches. Varnyx is no mindless horror but a broken, whispering thing—once a master of divination, now a creature of single-minded obsession.
Zhorr’Vael - The Mind Flayer
As the colony’s Synaptic Harmonist, Zhorr’Vael is entrusted with refining and organizing the collective mental chorus beneath the elder brain. Where other mind flayers conquer and consume, he orchestrates.
Kk’trassh - The Intellect Devourer
Kk’trassh is no ordinary intellect devourer—it is a rogue. Severed from its mind flayer masters, it seeks a purpose of its own. Kk’trassh manipulates entire communities through stolen bodies, cultivating a network of "hosts" who speak with one mind—its own.
Glurrash’ttha - The Gibbering Mouther
In the fetid sinkholes of the Blightgrove, there slithers a gibbering mouther unlike any other—one whose babbling mouths echo names, secrets, and forgotten truths. Glurrash’ttha is no mindless horror, but a cursed amalgam with fractured memory and maddening intent.
Ul'Xorith - The Aboleth
In the brackish stillness beneath the flooded ruin of Caer-Thalax, a being lingers whose memory stretches to the world’s first breaths. Ul’Xorith the Remnant Deep is a glistening, coiling aboleth whose voice pulses directly into the mind, laden with truths too old for sanity.
Ingot, Emberkin of the Deep Flame
Born in molten sanctums; exiled for forging destruction itself.
Kazith “Coal‑Eater”
He eats coal to roar louder, fights so the sparks rise — and the crowd burns with him.
Vesha of the Ember Brand
She sees weakness in ash and sanctifies through flame — the world isn't clean until it's burned.
Brast Thornbuckle
He forges in flame so intense it makes the midsummer sun look like a candle—then adds fireworks for good measure.
Maedra Cindertongue
She cannot see the world — but she sees what waits in its embers.