Monstrous Repository
The Murkling - The Shadow
You’ll feel it before you see it—like your bones are too heavy, and your shadow’s walking faster than your feet.
Elaris Venn - The Ghost
Don’t look in the third-story window. If she sees you, she thinks you’re her husband. And she’ll want to dance.
Amu-Rekhet - The Mummy
She speaks no lies—only truths the world should never hear. And when she opens her mouth, kingdoms crumble.
Vaelreth Morvane - The Wight
The king beneath the barrow still sits on his throne. He speaks no oaths, takes no coin… but if you kneel in his court, you’d best stay dead.
Clarra Vex - The Ghast
She doesn’t just eat the dead. She calls to them. And they answer, crawling out of the soil like children returning to their mother’s voice.
Sereth Caulbrand - The Skeleton
The bones walk not because they must—but because he wills it. You may shatter their skulls, but so long as his crown remains, so does the war.
Goruum - The Zombie
They say he still stands at the gates—armor rusted into his flesh, eyes full of that dull, waiting hate. He doesn’t wander. He doesn’t moan. He just waits… for the call.
Tarsith Malgrim - The Boneclaw
You don’t summon a Boneclaw. You birth one—when you make a promise soaked in blood, and break it.
Wicker Jack - The Scarecrow
Don’t look it in the eyes. Don’t call it by name. And never wander the fields after dark — or you’ll hear the rustling.
Sir Alric the Hollow - The Helmed Horror
He doesn’t speak. He remembers. Every cut, every betrayal, every broken oath etched in steel. You don’t just die fighting the Hollow—you’re judged.
Varkhazek - The Bearded Devil
He fell from the skies like a comet of iron and rage. And when he stood, the ground burned with his name.
Mournskin - The Flesh Golem
He walks the old ward each night, dragging chains that whisper in tongues long dead. Some say if you follow him, you’ll hear your name stitched into his skin.