Xelz'thar - The Grell
The archivists sealed off the lower stacks after the air started humming and books opened themselves. They say something’s still floating down there… something that remembers every mind it’s touched.
Kruel'shekt - The Chuul
If you find the ribcage-shaped stones near the tidepools, turn around. The marsh doesn’t end there — it sinks. And he waits beneath, like a promise forgotten by time.
Zirrxilos - The Flumph
There’s a presence in the caverns that hums when you're not listening. It doesn’t speak, not with words. But the sound in your bones? That’s it trying to warn you.
Velgarith - The Green Slaad
They say there's a talking tree that moves through the bogs at night. It doesn't walk — it waits. If you hear it whisper your name... it's already too late.
Kaathrix - The Blue Slaad
There’s a rhythm in the air... a thrum like breath beneath skin. They say if you stand too long near the Shatterfen Pools, your heartbeat starts to match it — and that’s when he finds you.
Lady Serelth A’dorei - The City Courtier
"Do not mistake etiquette for weakness. I will have you undone with a single glance and a whispered name."
Constable Oren Vance - The City Watch/Investigator
"Every city has a heartbeat — mine just listens for when it skips."
Valeena Quickscrip - The Charlatan
"Truth is just the prettiest lie you haven’t heard yet."
Thornik - The Archaeologist
"The past is buried for a reason — which is precisely why I insist on digging it up."
Sister Halva Morven - The Acolyte
"The gods speak softly in the presence of the dying — and I am their echo."
Mossmother Cricktooth - The Green Hag
In the dripping heart of the Brackish Brineland’s oldest grove, where the canopy chokes out the sun, there lives a thing of twisted roots and cruel laughter.
Nightfang - The Displacer Beast
Along the moonlit forest trails of the Verdant Weald, hunters speak of a flicker in the corner of the eye—a shimmer where something should be, then the sudden flash of claws.