Faënar

“We have visited hatred and death onto this planet for millennia. But know that the Tyrant-God, uses it. He returns it to us. Through shadows, through the reflections of death.

And what exists in the Void must be balanced in the physical world. These reflections are the Faënar. Beings of emptiness. Creatures born of the Void. A black tide now rises to wash away the eddying red waters of endless war.

But cease not your slaughter. For it is too late. The balance has been tipped. The world will flood with the Lán-Faën. Millions shall perish in their wake. The only choice now is death. Our enemies must perish.

You lack the power to withstand them. And so my hatred must now flow through you. I give you my rage.”

– Kahil, The Black Hand of Nekhára

There are many dark places of the world in which the Faënar dwell. Far from the villages and cities or mortals, they gather and infest the deepest valleys, the highest mountains and the darkest forests – and for the most part, there they remain. But in the most fearful of times, when war, plague and famine sweep across the land, the Faënar are strengthened by the negative emotions caused by these sad times and depart their remote lairs to invade the lands of mortals – gaining even further strength from the terror that they sow in their wake.

As these terrible incursions devastate the lands, their daemonic ranks swell with the tortured and sleepless dead – forced into eternal servitude by the blind and unstoppable force of the Faënar. Slow and unrelenting, these Horrors shamble unerringly forth to topple the realms of mortal kind and share their doomed existence with all who fall before them. Their broken and distended bodies writhe with a seething mass of black tentacles that spill grotesquely from their mouths and gaping wounds. The eyes of the dead are commonly sewn shut to shield the immortal soul from the horrendous sights of such daemonic re-awakenings, but this merely serves to make the appearance of Horrors even more vile and disturbing.

Horrors

The Horror is one of the most common types of Faënar. It is a tentacled demon which crawls inside and inhabits dead bodies, entwining its many tentacles around the limbs to allow it to control the body. Horrors are grotesque sights – rotting and blood soaked carcasses with tentacles spilling out of gaping hopes torn through flesh. Often the bottom half of the corpse's body is entirely missing, replaced by a mass of writhing black tentacles. Horrors have strange weapons that grow from the places where the corpse's arms once were – often mutated claws and blades made from bone and long tentacles covered in sharp spines which they use as deadly whips.

Ghorghant

Unlike the mindless Horrors that haunt the lands of the North, the Ghorghants are Lords over the demonic hordes. Sentient, powerful and terrifyingly intelligent, yet knowing nothing of their origin or of the Tyrant-God, they single-mindedly seek the destruction of mortal kind. Other Horrors are drawn to their dark will like moths to a black flame.

Nightmares

Nightmares are terrifying beasts of gigantic proportions, whose hideous and mutated forms defy comprehension. Their mere presence causes unreasoning terror in even the most stalwart of warriors, for they are the very horrors that haunt our darkest dreams.

In appearance they resemble a massive and hugely muscular lion, covered in grotesque spines and formed from coils of sickening, oily black smoke and raging flames. In place of a mane, their heads are wreathed with innumerable writhing, black tentacles. Their mouths are lined with countless razor-sharp fangs and together with their sunken eyes, they glow with the fires of hell.

Nightmares are a type of Faënar or Daemon. Like all Faënar, they are formed from the fears and negative emotions of mortal beings. Nightmares are amongst the very oldest and most powerful of all daemons and unlike many of the Faënar they have acquired physical form – spelling doom and despair for all mortals who have the misfortune to cross their path.