The Mahorelah

The Mahorelah



Montolal sihral um talho-namad pr-ithihm Kur-vanus ilog



~ Logah Eanoq ~



Older than the Bright Heavens, deeper than the deepest pit, the Mahorelah sleeps. In elder days its forces were awakened, called into service by the Argedith, those that enjoyed the art of sorcery, the Namad Mahorelah. But with the defeat of the old north and the rise of the new lore, the Namad Dar, the abyss has been wilfully forgotten. But it is still there, incessantly waiting for its moment when it can at last gain what it desires.



 

Azadra

Azadra

From the realms of air they come, winged blurs faster than the eye can follow. An insatiable appetite for something so small, each picks its sweetmeats with care, burrowing even through bone to attain it.

 

Givyalag

Givyalag

Only vague references to these monsters remain in the grimoires. They are the very act of destruction, even destroying themselves in the end. But out of their own demise will they rise again, eternal flames with but one purpose.

 

Baramak

Baramak

Baramak enjoy flesh, not to eat but to experience. Occurring in the aethyr of Zen, they crawl in the wake of their master, ever eager to satiate themselves on that which is left behind.

 

Babemor

Babemor

From the aethyr of Uti are these culled, towers of black flesh full of eyes and mouths. First seen during the siege of Nalstul, one single Babemor almost managed to win the day until it was, at last, destroyed.

 

Ash-Mir

Ash-Mir

One of the Ashar, the gods of the lower deeps. Here is the Hung God, the god of sacrifice and of suffering. If any have ever dared summon such a one to Lon-Elah, no tale of their torment has ever been told.

 

Ash-Tel

Ash-Tel

Another of the Ashar, here is the Lord of the Dead. Speak to it if you will, but only if you have something to barter more precious than your own immortal soul.

 

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