There a few things more evil in this world than an Archlich. These moral monstrosities are a cancer on this realm, hiding within their dungeons and slowly letting their poison seep out into the world around them. The more time that goes by, the more the lands above their lairs become despoiled and the more its people fall into despair and corruption. And this is all without the Archlich lifting a finger. When these undead kings decide to enforce their will, they become the scourge of kingdoms and the terror of entire generations. They are dark lords of dark domains. But what can be done to stop them? To even get
Legend says that God granted this bow to an ambitious king along with a white horse and golden crown, and allowed him to take as much as he wanted from the world. This Scourge of God laid waste to a quarter of the world, conquering all that he saw and killing those that would not bend the knee. He was king of kings and emperor of emperors. He ruled with an iron fist in a velvet glove, and his reign was both a golden age for those that loved him and a dark age for the dissidents. But he was mortal, and eventually, he passed. Without him, the greatest empire known
Archangels lead the choirs of heaven in their eternal, exultant jubilation. Yet they also lead heaven’s armies and command the righteous troops when the angelic host march to war. As the leaders of the celestial realm, the Archangels bear the greatest of responsibilities and the heaviest of burdens. For that reason, when an Archangel deigns to descend to the mortal realm, it will only be for the most crucial and pivotal of reasons. Woe betides anyone who then stands in the Archangel’s way. Archangels, by their very nature, are neither aggressive nor provoking creatures. They don’t come to our realm to fund glory, settle grudges or pick fights. They come only
Earworms are pernicious parasites. Psionic in nature, many a mage has suggested that they originate in the aether, having been brought to the mortal realm through a tear in the veil. Earworms are short, fat worms that glisten like oil when light shines upon them. When agitated or attacked, they let out a psionic scream that manifests itself in the minds of those around it as a catchy tune that simply cannot be gotten rid of. This tune can distract its victims for days before it leaves the mind, and this is precisely why some nefarious men intentionally seek out and use Earworms. Unfortunately for them, once you’ve used an agitated
Minotaur are cursed creatures, born out of divine spite. Very rarely do the minotaur produce a stable line of descendents, and so most of these abominations found in the world were individually cursed by the gods. Perhaps they had angered the gods in some fashion, or erred in their worship, or their hubris may have been their downfall, and they were transformed into minotaurs. Other times, they are entirely innocent, and their parents were cursed by the gods to give birth to such a creature. Whatever their pitiful origins may be, they truly are monstrous creatures. While they bear the head of a herbivorous bull, they crave the flesh of humans.