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Moghul the Unburied rises at dusk from a mound of scorched bones, his colossal frame bound by chains that rattle like distant thunder. His molten gaze boils the ground beneath his feet, and his laughter curdles blood. None who enter his lair beneath the shattered amphitheater do so twice, for his hunger is matched only by his hatred for the living. Moghul the Unburied rises at dusk from a mound of scorched bones, his colossal frame bound by chains that rattle like distant thunder. His molten gaze boils the ground beneath his feet, and his laughter curdles blood. None who enter his lair beneath the shattered amphitheater do so twice, for his hunger is matched only by his hatred for the living.

The Greenstar Caravan rumbles through the interstellar wastes, painted in shifting hues and trailing clouds of sweet incense. Its inhabitants wear kaleidoscopic cloaks and speak in riddles, trading in curiosities: bottled sunbeams, frozen laughter, dreams pressed into amber. The Greenstar Caravan rumbles through the interstellar wastes, painted in shifting hues and trailing clouds of sweet incense. Its inhabitants wear kaleidoscopic cloaks and speak in riddles, trading in curiosities: bottled sunbeams, frozen laughter, dreams pressed into amber.

The Luminarch’s Prism is a scepter forged from meteorite and split by seven bands of shimmering light. When wielded, it fractures the air with cascading rainbows that sear the eyes and soul. Legends claim a single incantation can turn day to night or split mountains, but only if sung in harmony with one’s truest regret. The Luminarch’s Prism is a scepter forged from meteorite and split by seven bands of shimmering light. When wielded, it fractures the air with cascading rainbows that sear the eyes and soul. Legends claim a single incantation can turn day to night or split mountains, but only if sung in harmony with one’s truest regret.

The petrified forest of Veridian Reach sprawls under a perpetual twilight, its trees transformed to jade by some long-ago spell. Wind sighs through crystal branches, creating an eerie melody that confuses compasses and memories alike. Travelers report glimpsing emerald figures moving between trunks, never leaving footprints, always watching with eyes the color of bottled lightning. The petrified forest of Veridian Reach sprawls under a perpetual twilight, its trees transformed to jade by some long-ago spell. Wind sighs through crystal branches, creating an eerie melody that confuses compasses and memories alike. Travelers report glimpsing emerald figures moving between trunks, never leaving footprints, always watching with eyes the color of bottled lightning.

On the northern slopes, the bones of Tarsk the Mammoth King pierce the tundra like white spires. Each tusk hums with ancient magic, drawing lightning from stormy skies and summoning snow that never melts. Locals warn that, on nights when the aurora dances, the ground shakes with a slow, shuddering heartbeat. On the northern slopes, the bones of Tarsk the Mammoth King pierce the tundra like white spires. Each tusk hums with ancient magic, drawing lightning from stormy skies and summoning snow that never melts. Locals warn that, on nights when the aurora dances, the ground shakes with a slow, shuddering heartbeat.