the Host
A gracious host in fine old clothes, carving knife and fork held ready, smiling and not permitting anyone to leave.
Bestiary
Everything the game knows, written down: commands and systems, the places in the world, and what there is to do in them.
Spirit
A translucent spirit, features only half formed, the lower body trailing away into nothing.
Vhaskir, who stayed
A withered thing sprawled at its ease across a looted throne, one leg hooked over the arm of it, entirely and terribly at home.
the Miller
A drowned miller in a sodden leather apron, grey and waterlogged, wet hair hanging over his face, his legs lost in the water he…
the Ninth Thousand
A vault-thing standing exactly where it was shelved, upright inside a rack of iron bands, nine thousand and one stamped across the plate on…
Grask, who digs
A goblin grown vast and stooped, hands worn down to blunt ruin by digging that never stopped.
Winter
Winter arrived at a shape: a tall faceless silhouette of packed snow and black ice, no features, no ornament, nothing to negotiate with.
Old Aslaug, the Flensemother
An impossibly old woman in a flensing apron stiff with grease, curved knife held mid-cut.
the First Brand
A charred standing figure like a post the fire was tied to, thin ash smoking off it without end.
the Presiding Justice
A robed and wigged figure of the bench, entirely certain of its jurisdiction, one hand raised to rule.