Sethek-Ka - The Mummy Lord
Beneath a sand-buried ziggurat of the Endless Expanse, Sethek-Ka waits upon a throne of black basalt, wrapped in gold-threaded bandages that never fray.
Xazulzhax - The Beholder
Beneath the obsidian spires of the Nevermoors, whispers speak of a tyrant who sees all. Xaltheris, a Beholder whose paranoia has turned the flooded caverns into a fortress of optical illusions and deadly traps, rules from a chamber whose walls are lined with petrified “traitors.”
Lirael - The Blink Dog
A single bark can echo like a song—soft, melodic, and gone before you can find the source. Lirael, a blink dog of rare size and swiftness, roams the border between the Material Plane and the Feywild, guarding ancient fey roads and guiding the lost to safety… if it deems them worthy.
Thrazgral - The Balor
When the sky burns red over the volcanic plains of Emberfall, it means Thrazgral the Ashbringer walks the mortal world again. Wreathed in fire and fury, this Balor is a living apocalypse, the echo of a thousand battlefields still smoldering in its wake.
Thennel "Ashhook" Varis - Expert Poisoner
"It’s not the venom that kills you—it’s not knowing who gave it to you."
Nalli of the Pale Sky - Expert Painter
"I do not paint what is. I paint what waits to be seen."
Captain Reyna Marrowind - Expert Navigator
"The stars don’t lie. They just don’t explain themselves, either."
Garruk Flintbinder - Expert Mason
"If a stone falls, I lift it. If a wall breaks, I rebuild it. That’s how the world keeps going."
Maevra "Strapjaw" Dunn - Expert Leatherworker
"You can tell what a creature feared by how its hide grew thick. I honor that."
"King" Bork the Fatfist - The Hill Giant
A self-crowned “king” has taken over a cluster of farming villages. Bork, a grotesquely bloated hill giant with a crown made from a dented iron cauldron, now rules from a half-destroyed barn surrounded by shattered furniture, terrified peasants, and mountains of food-stained bones.
Stonejaw - The Basilisk
Deep within the half-collapsed mine shafts of Crestview Ridge, there waits a silent horror among the broken statues. Its breath smells of limestone dust, and its gullet grinds stone to meat. Locals call it Stonejaw—a basilisk so old its scales have begun to fossilize.
Gorthlax - The Black Pudding
It feeds. Always. Slowly, inevitably. Even stone yields to the hunger. Gorthlax is no mindless blob—at least not anymore. A spawn of Juiblex touched by the demon lord’s will, it has grown vast and terrible, residing in the sunken heart of a ruined temple forgotten even by the gods.