Worldscar · Bestiary
A kingdom that drowned and refused to die. Cold things coil through the flooded halls, and the dead keep court beneath the black water.
8 creatures catalogued
It waits where the water goes still.
Neither all reptile nor all corpse, the bog-crocolisk lurks in the drowned shallows and drags the unwary under the silt to drown them at leisure. Only fire makes it abandon a kill.
A long hunger in the dark water.
It rose from a depth the Drowned Realm should not have, all jaw and cold muscle. Poison is its native element and means nothing to it — but the deeper cold of frost stiffens the endless coils.
It carries its own drowned star.
A pale lure sways before its teeth, the last warm light many travelers ever follow. The deepmaw is all appetite and gloom, and it shrinks from honest fire the way the deep shrinks from the sun.
It swam in from somewhere that isn't.
Scaled in starless black, the void-drake glides the flooded ruins trailing a cold that isn't quite cold. Its venom is part of the dark it came from — but true frost bites even into the spaces between its scales.
Drowned iron that still remembers the order to kill.
Some sunken workshop built it to guard a cargo long since rotted, and the kraken guards still, arms wheeling on seized and shrieking gears. Frost locks those joints fast, and a hard enough blow shatters what the rust already weakened.
The cold given scales and spite.
It coils through the flooded halls wreathed in its own killing winter, and where it passes the water locks to black ice. Older than the flood that drowned this realm, it answers to nothing that still draws breath.
The Drowned Realm's hunger, wearing a hundred eyes.
Where the flood is deepest, the water itself learned to want. The Sunken Maw rises from that black fathom as a mountain of jellied dark and lantern-light, and only the bite of frost slows its terrible, patient ascent.
It still believes the drowned realm is a kingdom.
Crowned in coral and command, the Tide Sovereign conducts the flood like a drowned orchestra, hexes rolling out in cold grey waves. Its sorcery turns the arcane aside — so close the water between you and end the chant with steel.