the Naga Matriarch
A serpent-sorceress coiled around drowned temple stone, hands raised mid-casting.
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A serpent-sorceress coiled around drowned temple stone, hands raised mid-casting.
A serpent-haired horror with a level, unhurried gaze and stone-grey eyes.
A white stag whose wide antlers drag a small blizzard behind them.
A green-skinned orc warchief with a heavy underbite and jutting tusks, mismatched looted plate strapped over one shoulder, a war-standard of enemy helms on…
A bloated arachnid queen, silk and husks matted thick across her swollen abdomen.
A bird of prey vast enough to carry off cattle, talons open, wings filling the sky.
A cackling swamp-witch, mud to the elbows, bartering in stolen years.
A giant who bathed too long in the deep fire and came out burning under the skin.
A thunderhead given a will, a dragging weather-front with lightning stitched through its mass.
A crowned suit of plate with nothing inside it but cold and grievance, standing straighter than a man could.