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Annabeth Chase

Annabeth Chase is an Akhelian Emissary and member of the Dreamseed. Hailing fro Ghyran, her connection with the life of the sea is very important to her

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Blessings in the Magma Flow

The river of magma flowing through the Adramar Rift is starting to change, becoming foul smelling and torrid almost as if it was once alive, now rotten.

Meglofin Feast

A huge Meglofin has crashed into Brightspear recently and has been providing enough food to feed huge sections of Brightspear’s New City. It seems as if as more and more is carried off, more fights are breaking out over the best parts of the catch

Sepsos Ironmaw

 Bloated lord of the Bile Forge, his keep hollowed out beneath the rusting peaks they call home, Sepsos demands the same homage all Daemon Prince’s do.

 As much a father to his followers as their warlord, the Ironmaw is a monstrous creature who’s daemonforged armour fails to contain his plague-harbouring flesh. Reapers scythe in hand, the Ironmaw descends on the inhabitants of the Interstice with little provocation, and with little motivation beyond his own entertainment 

Blessings in the Magma Flow

The river of magma flowing through the Adramar Rift is starting to change, becoming foul smelling and torrid almost as if it was once alive, now rotten.

Meglofin Feast

A huge Meglofin has crashed into Brightspear recently and has been providing enough food to feed huge sections of Brightspear’s New City. It seems as if as more and more is carried off, more fights are breaking out over the best parts of the catch

Sepsos Ironmaw

 Bloated lord of the Bile Forge, his keep hollowed out beneath the rusting peaks they call home, Sepsos demands the same homage all Daemon Prince’s do.

 As much a father to his followers as their warlord, the Ironmaw is a monstrous creature who’s daemonforged armour fails to contain his plague-harbouring flesh. Reapers scythe in hand, the Ironmaw descends on the inhabitants of the Interstice with little provocation, and with little motivation beyond his own entertainment