gorath

Gorath's war-faith, which took the dwarves' forge-daemon Krondeum as its patron of conquest and now blesses the legions that enslave his people.

The jungle on Gorath's western edge that the empire has never held, home to the Vexlings and the one reliable road off the continent.

The river that marks the edge of the jungle nobody holds: Gorath's defensible western line against the Moon Wilds, and the limit of the empire's reach.

Emperor Veramus's son. In a republic that elects its emperors from victorious generals, a son with no victory inherits nothing.

The general the Moon Wilds unmade. Three legions went west under his standard; he champions the bounty on the Vexling Queen to win them back.

Praetor of Azantir and master of its slave-markets. He has never won a battle, and he means to prove an emperor does not need to.

First Marshal who has held the Nashua front for eleven years. The general Emperor Veramus dares not recall, and dares not leave where he is.

A Gorathi war-chaplain tranced in the Moon Wilds years ago and never consumed, now the living heart of the one Vexling brood that does not kill.

The Hammer-Primate of Gorath's war-faith, who means to put out every Drasnian forge-fire until nothing of the conquered remains to worship.

Veramus's spymaster, sent under a false name to learn how far Slavewatch had rotted. What she found could unmake the emperor she serves.

The apex predators of the Moon Wilds: spider-goblin things with a hypnotic gaze and corrosive silver blood that have lately begun moving as one army.

Legion war-chaplain of the Iron of the Eternal March, who blesses the brand and the lash and keeps a ledger of the provinces he has helped break.

An enslaved Drasnian smith-priest who kept Krondeum's forge-rite under the brand and joined the war-church schism that prays to the same daemon she does.

The toxic hill country on Gorath's western threshold, where alchemists harvest venoms worth dying for and the settled empire gives way to the Moon Wilds.

The war-chaplain who broke from the Hammer-Primate, refuses to bless the lash, and recruits among the very Drasnian slaves the Iron means to erase.