-The Wanderer
There is a Man who wanders the farthest shores of Iíoá Kháldór, a man who can be seen in every city and every town; he is said to appear at the corner of your eye when you feel most vulnerable and defeated. There have been tales told of this figure, presenting him both as fact and as some perverse modern mythological creature - but they all point to the same, mysterious Man. Every account of the Wanderer is generally universally the same: hooded, dark, tall, exuding an aura of dread. Those with the misfortune of seeing the Wanderer in the distance all claim that they could have sworn that he wore an inhuman grin, framed by eyes of fire that pierced the shadows. It is as if he was waiting for them.
And all those that have the misfortune of seeing this Man all end up in the grave before long.
-The Moonlit Beast
Before the Night Mother began her rise to power in the Ashen Abyss, a much more primal monster lurked in the ineffable umbra. The Monster that lurked in the deepest recesses of the abyss is still said to do so, never being able to be purged by the Night Mother or her forces. Perhaps this monster is a greater embodiment of the night than even she. The Moonlit beast is supposedly the spawn of the darkness itself, the very spirit of Aárdú Lyásí; a horrifying amalgamation of solid shadows and claw, with a roar that could shatter mountains and reach from the very depths of the abyss itself to chill even the stoutest of Demon Lords.
Beware, the Moonlit Beast is a cunning and most frightening foe, who can only wish to reclaim its seat as the most feared Demon of the Abyss.
-Rimeheart
The glacial Rimeheart was once a simple Ice Behemoth before the rise of Eredun, when the Ice Wraith who took it upon himself to enslave all the native beasts of the Frigid Scar. This is the only known case of a creature of the Winter not only to be able to resist the effects of the Pendant of Winter, but to be empowered by it. What was once a simple behemoth became a true terror to behold; Rimeheart’s face twisted and distorted from the power he found himself controlling, his body bulged and hardened, his skin forming a layer of indestructible magical ice. Wings spouted from his back, huge and foreboding, blocking out what little of the thin light in Vórós Khástar existed. He is now said to walk upon the great plains of the Scar, calling out with unimaginable sorrow to the horizon, hoping to find more of his kind that maintained their freedom. Of course, none of his brothers are free - it is only he.
One simply cannot imagine the lengths such a creature would go through to free itself from an existence as lonely as his.
-Serpent of the Gardens
It has often been a misconception that the most powerful of beings walk tall, towering above those that they presume to call their inferiors. The existence of the Serpent is testament to the folly of this notion. A slender, cunning creature slithers through the vile undergrowth of the Gardens of Filth, thriving in the uncleanness and dominating the furthest reaches of the Gardens. If you were to be able to find a way to communicate with the denizens of the unclean realm, they would tell you that a power struggle is obvious to all but the Lord of Decay; a powerful creature indeed, but whose domain is closed on by all sides by an arguably much more sinister beast. It is said that the serpent merely wishes to corrupt all that he sees, a fittingly biblical goal for a serpent with eyes that reflect the very essence of decay and rot.
The Serpent’s influence grows ever stronger, and it's hungering eyes are set upon Toruz Mak; a city that it would see fall into even greater disrepair.
-The Walking Mountain
Rival Warlords have been in conflict in this realm for as long as any Demon Lord can remember. Some rise and fall with such speed that their names are not even registered in the annals of history. But some are so legendary that they are feared even beyond the Plane of Eternal Conflict; in this case, the Walking Mountain is a perfect example of such. It is sad that he controls over half of Fél Várást, though there is some dispute as to whether or not this is actually true. He commands a legion of followers, whom he rules purely through fear. The Mountain is given his name because he stands taller than any other, his titanic form stretching miles into the arcane clouds. His fists can shatter the very earth, and his feet leave sundering fissures stretching to the horizon with every step. Like all of his realm, he exists to conquer - and the Demon Lord Tyranthos has proven to be his most worthy adversary yet.
The Mountain’s war machines march ever onwards. War has always been in this Plane, but War is about to become more fearsome and bloody than it ever has been.
-Black Star
Where there is light, there is a pit of darkness from which no light may escape. While some Demon Lords may present themselves under moral righteousness, their opposites will exist, and they will seek to bring an end to the light.
Eta Carinae’s opposite takes the form of the Black Star, the darkest of bodies found at the very edge of the Sea of Stars. The stories say that he was once a Firefly, much like Admonition and Grace, but one that burned black with envy at every ounce of joy that his species would feel without him. He was solitary, and to this day remains so. None can say precisely what his motive truly is, other than to consume all the light of Eta Carinae and it’s subordinates. It cannot stand that they are loved and adored, and he is not. After all, is he not just as magnificent and powerful as they? Does his lightless expanse not inspire mystery and enigma in those who look to him?
There are always beings like this: those that are set in their ways; those that know that if they cannot attain the love that their peers command, then they would have to take it by force.
-The Lost Poet
There was a man once loved in life as the greatest poet and bard that the world had ever known. Women would swoon at his every word, and each lyrical note from his lips would inspire the greatest of emotions in all those whom he surrounded himself with. When he was slit at the hands of a jealous assassin, he found himself not in the lands of Death or Fire, but rather in the endless maze of a Demon Lord who craved love in greater quantities than he could inspire. His death had turned him enigmatic, and he seems untouchable by the roaming creatures of the Labyrinth, even by the deadly embrace of Emyra herself. Death can turn a man bitter, and whispers can be heard that claim he is not a loving individual, but rather the greatest deceiver that creation has ever known; and that he is willing to use his gifts and talents to manipulate even Emyra for his own ends.
One must be careful diving into love. It is a double edged sword that the Lost Poet wields it with masterful grace.
-The Rider
Where there is beast, there is master. Or so the Rider adamantly believes - especially when confronting Kohoran, the Ancient Dragon. This inter-planar Demon Lord takes pride in the hunt, his origins unknown. He currently rides an Elder Dragon named Echelon, a great beast of iron and stone, but he seeks bigger game; to the break the spirit of a fellow Demon Lord. He circles the thin clouds on the outer reaches of the Mirror of the Wind, constantly watching, biding his time, devising his grand scheme so that he may claim the Plane for himself, and become an unstoppable force at the same time.
The Rider will stop at nothing to tame the legendary Kohoran, and his vicious determination will show through as he becomes more obsessed with the idea.
-The Survivor
It is said that a single soul did escape the grasp of Evarast during his ascension to Demon Lord, where all others were consumed by his hunger. The resilience of spirits is well known, but no others have ever demonstrated it to such an extreme beforehand. The unnamed spirit, called ‘The Survivor’ by some, was said to break free from Evarast’s grasp only to assimilate his own host of spirits, detracting from the flow that was empowering the Wraith Lord, and diverting them to a construct of spirits who would resist his touch. Presently, the Survivor is the very embodiment of resistance to Evarast’s influence, freeing spirits where possible and sowing discord within his ranks wherever the opportunity presents itself. The Survivor is not only cunning, but powerful, and every soul who desires freedom within the Wraith Lands can find itself empowering this Lord exponentially.
Evarast must act against the Survivor soon, or he may see his work undone and his power dissipated back to the Plane.
