the Firstborn of the Maw
A dragonkin elder too old to fly and too vast for its burrow, wings shrunken flat against its back.
Raid Bosses
Everything the game knows, written down: commands and systems, the places in the world, and what there is to do in them.
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 Keeper at the Door
A courteous doorkeeper filling a doorway's exact width, hands folded, a ring of keys at the belt that no longer opens anything.
the Gate-Captain
A gate-captain in a frost-welded harness, body squared away from you and the head turned back over one shoulder, spear grounded with both hands…
Old Aslaug, the Flensemother
An impossibly old woman in a flensing apron stiff with grease, curved knife held mid-cut.