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.
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.”
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.
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.
"It’s not the venom that kills you—it’s not knowing who gave it to you."
"I do not paint what is. I paint what waits to be seen."