Above the windblown crags of the Shattered Coast, a shadow with three snarling faces sweeps across the rock. Maulwing the Threefold Terror has claimed the highest peaks as its killing grounds.
In the wind-scoured canyons of the Crestview Ridge highlands, the ground trembles before the sound of clanging hooves and the hiss of metal on stone.
In the deepest trenches where sunlight has never reached, something stirs. Sailors speak the name Thalrogg, the Abyssal Crown, only in whispers—an ancient kraken whose mind is as vast as the ocean and whose reach stretches far beyond the sea.
Beneath a sand-buried ziggurat of the Endless Expanse, Sethek-Ka waits upon a throne of black basalt, wrapped in gold-threaded bandages that never fray.
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.”
A single bark can echo like a song—soft, melodic, and gone before you can find the source. Lirael, a blink dog of rare size and swiftness, roams the border between the Material Plane and the Feywild, guarding ancient fey roads and guiding the lost to safety… if it deems them worthy.
When the sky burns red over the volcanic plains of Emberfall, it means Thrazgral the Ashbringer walks the mortal world again. Wreathed in fire and fury, this Balor is a living apocalypse, the echo of a thousand battlefields still smoldering in its wake.
A self-crowned “king” has taken over a cluster of farming villages. Bork, a grotesquely bloated hill giant with a crown made from a dented iron cauldron, now rules from a half-destroyed barn surrounded by shattered furniture, terrified peasants, and mountains of food-stained bones.
Deep within the half-collapsed mine shafts of Crestview Ridge, there waits a silent horror among the broken statues. Its breath smells of limestone dust, and its gullet grinds stone to meat. Locals call it Stonejaw—a basilisk so old its scales have begun to fossilize.
It feeds. Always. Slowly, inevitably. Even stone yields to the hunger. Gorthlax is no mindless blob—at least not anymore. A spawn of Juiblex touched by the demon lord’s will, it has grown vast and terrible, residing in the sunken heart of a ruined temple forgotten even by the gods.
On mist-laced nights, when the wind carries a chill unearned, travelers in Evenfall speak of a spectral voice singing on the breeze—haunting, wordless, and mournfully exquisite. Those who follow it never return… or return changed, whispering her name: Serelthia.
Known to locals as Gnashburrow, this unusually large and aggressive ankheg has become a subterranean terror beneath the Verdure Meadows, ripping up crops, devouring livestock, and tunneling so close to homes that entire buildings have collapsed into the earth.