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Shivith Silverdaze

A Black Ark Corsair sidelining as a member of the Pestilence Purgers, Shivith Silverdaze is staking her claim on the untold secrets of Uhl-Ghysh in order to secure a stable and peaceful future for herself and her loved ones.

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Shivith Silverdaze

A Black Ark Corsair sidelining as a member of the Pestilence Purgers, Shivith Silverdaze is staking her claim on the untold secrets of Uhl-Ghysh in order to secure a stable and peaceful future for herself and her loved ones.

The Xarlanth

The shattered wreckage of  The Xarlanth, a Seraphon void ship, is scattered across Rondhol. Sections of it have been confirmed to have been seen in the Furyoth Dell, as well as Civilia's Ruin and the Svlind. It is largely assumed that the ship fell to Ghur...

Sorrah Nikos

Sorrah Nikos is the mastermind behind the chaos and conquest of Civilia’s Ruin. Once disguised as a kind and cordial doctor, trapped alongside Civilia’s citizenry in an unexpected cataclysm, she has since emerged as a Magister of Tzeentch, claiming the town as a personal testing ground for numerous foul experiments.

Falling Stars

Rondhol never sleeps. It is always hungry, always on the prowl, never satisfied. Those denizens that crawl atop it, that scratch away at its skin, that attempt to tame its rivers, that blast its mountains, that creep and war and crawl and burn continually irritate it...

The Xarlanth

The shattered wreckage of  The Xarlanth, a Seraphon void ship, is scattered across Rondhol. Sections of it have been confirmed to have been seen in the Furyoth Dell, as well as Civilia's Ruin and the Svlind. It is largely assumed that the ship fell to Ghur...

Sorrah Nikos

Sorrah Nikos is the mastermind behind the chaos and conquest of Civilia’s Ruin. Once disguised as a kind and cordial doctor, trapped alongside Civilia’s citizenry in an unexpected cataclysm, she has since emerged as a Magister of Tzeentch, claiming the town as a personal testing ground for numerous foul experiments.

Falling Stars

Rondhol never sleeps. It is always hungry, always on the prowl, never satisfied. Those denizens that crawl atop it, that scratch away at its skin, that attempt to tame its rivers, that blast its mountains, that creep and war and crawl and burn continually irritate it...