With no Abyss left to gestate souls, the Harvesters need to pick up the slack.
Spawned from the primal energies of drunkards everywhere, alcoholic elementals are here to party.
Psychic algae-seaweed amalgamations that just kind of like to hang out.
Amorphous blobs of raw, arcane pollution, birthed from the friction between magical forces or careless magical experimentation.
It'll steal your drink when you aren't looking, the little bastards.
Undead ideas of the old world, with no place in the new one.
Dragon-like monsters with the multitude of skitter legs like a spider, just like that nightmare you had.
All that remains of those who perished during the End of All Things.
Some birds imitate speech. These imitate the last scream of dying horrors, and it runs in the family.
Wolf-sized bloodsuckers found in the tequila streams of the Sea of Spirits, they neutralize their prey by getting them incredibly drunk.
