For centuries, Black Arachnia the Broodmother prowled in the dark lava tubes underneath the smouldering caldera of Mount Pyrotheos. Raising millions of spiderlings in shelter before sending them to find prey in the wide world above.
Among the supreme Demons with unequivocal access to this world, Doom rarely bothers with the affairs of Noninfernals and Lesser Spectral Consorts, while Shadow Fiend passes through almost exclusively on accumulating expeditions.
After serving through a life span of wars, disturbance, rebellions, and insurgencies, the brass figured Aurel had seen an adequate amount. In addition to a few ornaments and his significant pension, the one-time engineer left with something far more attractive:
Away from her homeland, driven mad from hunger and months of drifting, her army deceased or turned to bad. She now stands at the edge of an ancient forest, a pair of glowing eyes spied on from an elder branch. Something beautiful and deadly sought something to eat in the wilting dusk.
Against the primeval rites of the Dezun Order, Huskar’s spirit had been saved from eternity, but like all who encounter the Nothl he found himself irreversibly changed. No longer at the clemency of a earthly body, his very living became a spring of unbelievable power;
Any mage can transmit a spell or two, and a only some may even study a sufficient amount to become a wizard, but only the most gifted are allowed to be distinguished as a Magus. Yet as with any sorcerer’s circle, a sense of society has never promised competitive civility.
Ulfsaar the Warrior is the fiercest member of an ursine tribe, defensive of his land and his people. During the long winters, while the mothers sleep and nurture their cubs, the males guard the lands above-as diligent, cautious defenders of their primordial customs. Hearing muted but mounting rumours of a spreading evil
The western woods defend their secrets well. One of these is Lyralei, master archer of the forest and preferred godchild of the wind. Known now as Windrunner, Lyralei’s loved ones were killed in a gale on the evening of her birth– their home blown down by the gale, contents scattered to the winds.b
Noble Lord of Heaven, father of gods, Zeus cares for all the Heroes as if they were his own excitable, rebellious children. After being caught too many times in the midst of rendezvous with numerous mortal women, his celestial wife finally gave him an ultimatum: ‘If you love mortals so much, go and become one.
Kardel Sharpeye was born deep in the mountains of Knollen where, since time immemorial, Keen Folk have endured by hunting the weird, cliff dwelling steeps talkers above their community, shooting them from a distance and gathering the remains where they fell. Sharpeye was among the best of these bizarre mountain…