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.”
From the stone it watches—not with rage, but with purpose. The stalagmite was not there yesterday. Now it waits, tendrils twitching with hunger and something older still: memory.
In the cobwebbed archives beneath a shattered mage’s tower in Gloomshade, something watches. Varnyx is no mindless horror but a broken, whispering thing—once a master of divination, now a creature of single-minded obsession.
As the colony’s Synaptic Harmonist, Zhorr’Vael is entrusted with refining and organizing the collective mental chorus beneath the elder brain. Where other mind flayers conquer and consume, he orchestrates.
Kk’trassh is no ordinary intellect devourer—it is a rogue. Severed from its mind flayer masters, it seeks a purpose of its own. Kk’trassh manipulates entire communities through stolen bodies, cultivating a network of "hosts" who speak with one mind—its own.
In the fetid sinkholes of the Blightgrove, there slithers a gibbering mouther unlike any other—one whose babbling mouths echo names, secrets, and forgotten truths. Glurrash’ttha is no mindless horror, but a cursed amalgam with fractured memory and maddening intent.