Monstrous Repository
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.
Scrivnibrax - The Homunculus
A flicker of leathery wings. The scent of brimstone ink. Then: a scroll — ancient, enchanted, and binding — lands at your feet. It bears your name. And behind it floats a grinning thing with too many teeth and a very official-looking seal.
The Verdant Sentinel - The Clay Golem
They say it was once a guardian of the gods. Now it stands in the overgrown halls of the jungle temples, motionless until your blade dares to draw blood within sacred ground.
The Vaultwarden of Tyrr-Rathak - The Iron Golem
It doesn’t bleed, doesn’t speak, doesn’t stop. You don’t steal from Tyrr-Rathak — not twice. The golem remembers.
The Bastion of Vhal’Zarim - The Shield Guardian
Still it waits beneath the overgrown ruins, motionless and watchful. They say if you speak the name of its long-dead master, it turns its head. But only once.
Smolderhelm - The Animated Armor
It does not speak. It does not rest. But when the black flames ignite and the ground begins to sear beneath its feet, the old legends return — of a knight that burns but never dies.
Kaerithon - The Pegasus
In the silence before the storm breaks, you might see him — hooves sparking like struck flint, wings trailing thunder. If your heart holds falsehood, he will not carry you. If it holds fear, he may.
Thalyrielle - The Unicorn
Some say she appears where the stars fall softest. That flowers bloom at her hooves even in winter. That if she lowers her horn to a fallen soul… they dream one final dream — and in it, they forgive themselves.
Virelyndra - The Planetar
They say she walks the warzones no other angels will tread. Where divine light fails, she rises — not as mercy, but as reckoning. Her sword doesn’t burn. It grows.
Cindarion - The Solar
He descended not on wings, but on certainty. His voice stilled storms. His sword made no sound as it moved. And when he spoke your name, you were already judged.
Aurexion - The Deva
He descended in a beam of flame and silence. The raiders dropped their blades. Some wept. Some ran. I dropped to my knees. Not from fear… but from knowing I was seen.
Irraluk - The Abominable Yeti
We followed the screaming wind for hours, and when it stopped… that’s when we heard the other thing. Not a roar. Not a beast. A voice. Hollow, wet, and cold like bone marrow.