Beneath the ruined temple, where light dare not reach and time forgets, it lingers—a glistening cube of sludge and secrets. But this one watches.
Gribbleshank lurks in the crypts of ancient ruins, expertly mimicking a worn but glittering treasure chest. Unlike common mimics, he possesses a biting wit, a nasty sense of humor, and an obsession with “deserving” tribute from those who enter his domain.
Dread horrors. Forgotten titans. Mind-bending enigmas. And now—they’re getting the spotlight they deserve.
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.