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.
Murkgut - The Shambling Mound
Deep in the lightless heart of the Mangrove Marshlands, something stirs beneath the thick green water.