Tharn women practicing the rites of the Bloodweavers are true masters of bloodletting. Their devotion to the Devourer Wurm is absolute, and they kill with the visceral immediacy of sacral blades wielded in their own hands. As their blades taste flesh, primal power causes a victim’s heart to race frantically before the blood suddenly ignites and vaporizes into an expanding mist.
Change of an epic scale is sweeping the land. Makeda leads the Army of the Western Reaches to the Abyssal Fortress. Thagrosh undergoes a terrifying transformation as the power of Everblight increases. Krueger pursues a path of glory and stirs an ancient enmity. Madrak struggles with the curse of Rathrok even as he relies on the axe's strength to defend his people. And above all, the dragon threat grows ever stronger.
Molik Karn has borne the paingivers’ lash and learned to obey, but his will has never been broken. His service to Makeda extends beyond mere slavery; he has some deeper loyalty to her and brings the full force of his deadly strength and barbaric nature to fight at her side. He truly is a cyclops lord—a giant of his species, cunning despite his brutishness.
The shadowhorn breed of satyr has entered the fray with enthusiasm. They are of a more slender build than the stockier gnarlhorn, but their energetic personalities are even more aggressive, and they often display savage glee when closing with the enemy. Their nimble athleticism makes them capable of impressive feats, such as using the momentum of an attacker against it.
This truly monstrous creature bears little resemblance to any beast arisen in nature. It is the organic consequence of a malevolent intelligence bent on creating weapons spawned of its own blood, flesh, and bone. All three of its heads move of their own accord, seeking victims to rip apart with their powerful jaws or breathing out concentrated streams of superheated ash.
As reputedly the most ancient and ferocious dire troll ever to walk Caen, Mulg has become increasingly dangerous and tenacious over the centuries. Envious of trollkin sigils of power, he ordered runes carved into the stony flesh of his back depicting his many great deeds and ancient history. Mulg can focus his inhuman rage into these runes to stifle the power of enemy beasts.
Thagrosh is no longer ogrun. He has become Everblight’s true avatar. It is as though the dragon lurks just behind the top layer of his thoughts, a vast alien presence looking through his eyes and speaking with his tongue. Similarly, the draconic temper increasingly dominates Thagrosh’s mood. This fury is a brand of searing iron that ignites the pure dragon blood pumping through his veins, pushing him to crush and humiliate each foe he faces.
Krueger knows that greatness comes not as a reward for humility or silent dedication. He will rattle the Circle Orboros like a creaky house caught in a storm. He promises to return the Circle to its primordial roots, where the weak make way for the strong and druids are free to drink deeply of nature’s unchecked power. He brings lightning and storm, blood and battle, the crashing power of the earth, and the chance to make Caen tremble beneath their tread.
Hoarluk Doomshaper has remained focused on the fundamental connection between all trolls. He has merged his mind with the most violent and powerful of these creatures and thereby tapped into reserves no shaman has ever known. Not only has he unlocked unimagined regenerative powers, he has gained insight into the primal nature that binds warbeast to warlock and can employ this lore against his enemies.
Makeda has risen in the skorne people’s hour of need as a peerless leader whose vision of their mutual destiny has inspired her soldiers to ever greater efforts. Makeda has vowed to impose order and forge the seeds of a new nation. Solidarity will be the key to rising from the ashes and leading an empire which spans the continent. Any who defy her conviction will fall to the wayside or feel her boots trampling them underfoot.
