the Apple Tree of Selilion holds the secret of life and death

“You know that saying that man made god? No, of course you don’t. But we didn’t make god. We made the Devil, and god is just a word the frightened cling to, to protect them from their own creation. And you? You are my creation. You are my devil.

This demon was the pride and joy of the summoners guild. They used it in their war with the Vampires. But the Vampires’ freed the demon hoping that it would destroy it’s former masters.

The Great Black Stag of the Southern Forests, Donnerwunsch has drunken deeply of the rivers of the Desert of Divine Despair.

Behold, the Eldest.

Come, face Hak-Hakunin, the accursed and undying spawn of Dancer Kallina. Watch him trek through eternity, a cruel and heartless executioner of infants and innocents. A cold toy of the Gods, a death bringer and prisoner of fate.

Lutazum is an immense (32’ at the top of it’s shell) tortoise which walks on huge 2’ thick legs.  It is dark green with speckles and looks about with suprising intelligance.  On top of its shell are strapped leather containers of all description.

Nethernimbus - Also known as Wraithstorm, Necronimbus, The Great Blackness

A brief summary of the Pessimal Beast as revealed by the Pessimal Manuscript and other anecdotal evidence.

Shirion may have been a human once. That time is long past. Now, it is an ever-shifting being, its form lost to time.

The product of a conjuring gone horribly awry, the Devourer hungers, and it hungers not for anything of this world, nor of the next..

This unique animal is sought after by many a hunter and lord. Many knights have sought to gain fame by capturing this elusive, graceful animal for whom calling it a beast is a crime.

An ancient yew tree, touched by Death himself and chosen to be his witness throughout time.

Beneath crumbling towers wait
Ishafel’s Horror and Hate
A monster grim and bleak
Go to it if death you seek

"Such a delirious monstrosity would never be allowed by the Unconquered Sun!  It is the spawn of the hell-fiends sent to do their foul work!  It and those that brought it into being must be destroyed!"  - Lux Sialos, Knight of the Shining Crusade

The city of the Bright People fell, but the spirit of its people remains.  A legend of the Ouzquin Dremorix.

A beast made of writing; a strange, sad, and beautiful being that haunts the libraries and universities of the Sacred World

Created as a weapon by the ancient sorceror-primotologists of the Iron Triangle Nation, the Cutsman still stalks the underhalls of the city of Mehxaiyul, a spectre of blood and blades.

Et deprecabantur eum spiritus dicentes mitte nos in porcos ut in eos introeamus (Mark 5:12)