The once lush outlying mountains of Rephaim. Almost a metaphore for the Empire itself, the rivers run dry, its peaks swallowed by sand and bedrock emptied of every valuable resource.
Akheilos was the Grand Admiral of Rephaim's mighty fleet, but above ground the docks are now dry and barren. Where once he feasted on Empires of men across the seas, now his sons bring him a feast of rats from the festering warrens.
Faith in the Sight of the Void gifts a reward of terrible bauty.
Seeped in the refined quintessence from a thousand realms, the Eldrid's body becomes nothing more than a vehicle for absorbing quintessence from the living while their mind a spirit wander in search of relief from their interminable boredom.