As the world grows and changes, so to do the gods. One such creature is Verdichtung, Reaver of Steam.

"In all my years of research, perhaps the best way I have found to summarize the Hermit of Wither Tor is the name given to him by the inhabitants of the Grassdancer ghettoes. These unfortunates call him, in their own tounge, An´rah Grun´dar Ahr, which roughly translates into He-Who-Speaks-With-His-Fists....."

From "Locastus and beyond", by Darius Moak

I have lost everything which is dear to me… I am… Lacrimosa.

Scale and bone and tooth and claw,
All are symbols of His law
Mourn not the fallen, sick, or weak,
They are His to claim and His to keep!

In dark times people are willing to do and say anything for their salvation.

The dark wizard of Locastus, now long dead and gone….. Or is he?

"Humans think of plants as food and decoration, but they are living creatures in their own right."

Brine S’Vick is the Shark Lord, a giant man amongst the ocean curent.

One of the first prototypes of the Oraki, the red-headed Lilith remains one of the leaders of their race to this day.

The corrupted god of war, felled by the lost god of vengeance to his present pitiable state.

The Lord of Agony, He of Corpulent Pain

Life dies in my wake, sacrificing itself to my hunger

The Masque of Hunger

The father of the Hanaset society, who to this day watches his people through reptilian eyes…

A contract Made before Durmenthir is a contract kept.

"Hail! You there, farmer. We are in need of aid; do you have a temple or a priest? We ran into some bandits up the road there and are injured. Jonst won’t last much longer." A large man bellowed from the broken roadside.

"Of course stranger. You can find Luayas in the center of the village proper continue on until you see a large apple tree; she can aid your wounded. Please be gentle and offer tithes for her generosity." A gentle eyed man in homespun clothing, simple yet comfortable in the heat.

"Thank you farmer, we are in your debt. What does Luayas look like so that we might find her quickly? Does she stay by the tree often?" saying over his shoulder in thanks as he half pushed, half carried his companion along.

"No stranger." The farmer laughed, "She is the tree."

Be a good little prince and stop throwing tantrums of the Black Jester will get you and eat you up.

Words of many a Nanny and noblewoman

Caution: Graphic Content

"Did you hear that? He speaks to those who would listen. Simply adjust your hearing frequency and you will hear his voice." - Audicus, Disciple of the Sound Mind and Body.

Even the sinister Aelfen lords of the Unseleigh Court knew to fear the eldritch vengeance of the Horned Lord.

The Mughal of the Gremils, the Shah of Lag, the most devoted of Mathom.

The restless shade of a terrible demon of an age long since dust.