Xar’goth the Pit Fiend
A horned devil trailing brimstone, broken oaths written in scar across its chest.
Bestiary
Everything the game knows, written down: commands and systems, the places in the world, and what there is to do in them.
the Firstborn of the Maw
A dragonkin elder too old to fly and too vast for its burrow, wings shrunken flat against its back.
the Old King
A seated king in a plain crown dusted with ash, patient and unhurried, not a tyrant, which is the terrible thing.
the Warden of the Seal
The armour of four kingdoms fused into one warden, with nobody left inside it.
the Grand Precentor
All four elements fused into one chorister: stone shot through with ice, flame and moving air.
the Tide-Regent
A drowned regent standing bowed under the weight of a coral crown left deliberately half-made, still waiting on a king who has not come.
the Librarian
A librarian of the unwritten, lamp lowered, closing the aisles behind it as it comes.
the Fordkeeper
A keeper robed in river-grey, barefoot on wet stone, old past any guessing.
the Slow Bloom
A crystalline growth that has copied the shapes of everything that walked in, and copied them badly.
the Choirmaster
A drowned choirmaster in sodden vestments, baton raised, mouth open on a note held since the sea came in.