the Salt Flats of Sanath. It absolutely teems with life - where Ossium was grim and dour, strangled with dark forests, Sarangrave is wide open and fecund

further mystery to the Heartwood, there have been repeated sightings of a grim phantom in the forests. Called the Valewoman, the spirit appears to be that

another family member to take them in, they may end up destitute and face a grim future unless taken in by another family, a Navarr striding, or the Church

result of Marchers choosing to call a spade a spade). Some yeomen, with a grim gallows humour, prefer to call the hole Downwold in reference to the not

houses in Weirmoor have a reputation for standoffishness, and several have a grim reputation. The eerie Weirwater Vales stand in Wickmoor, between the extensive

pre-Imperial Navarri vate whose spirit was kept captive in Mourning Hollow by the grim magic of a volodny. The tormented spirit was freed in 379YE when this oath

monsters to threaten those who would settle here. Varushkans are stoic and grim in the face of this adversity, only letting down their guard when they are

for their black humour, leather or metal scale armour, vicious axes, and grim determination to get the job done - even if it means doing things that other

The Urizen combine a relentless will with an unquenchable ambition — and an unmatched understanding of magical lore. Urizen is arguably the oldest Imperial

of the Grendel armada and been repulsed. They pull back into Necropolis, grimly aware of the dark fate that awaits the crew of any ship left behind. Death

the rough music. On nights where the beer and cider is flowing, there was grim talk of demanding that the Caves be given over to the Marchers if the Mournwold

miners believe they are probably overdue, and this leads to a particularly grim atmosphere in the mine and the surrounding villages. In 384YE, at the same

eyebrows; the forests of Varushka are by no means safe. They are home to the grim horrors the Varushkans call Wolves. They are hungry, instinctual horrors

with the assistance of her grim legions. She would, of course, expect to see no resistance to this action. The Lady of the Grim Host would take a dim view

often depicted as the paramour of Death, alternately seeking and fleeing the grim reaper's embrace. Corsairs who are followers of the Way tend to hold the

voluntarily, but a few were restrained for their own safety. The spire had a grim reputation, unsurprisingly. A significant portion of the patients here had

sprawling jungle-city of secrets, soaring stone pyramids, brooding priests and grim-faced censors who have no patience for those who challenge either their religion

will single out groups of shadow warriors, crystal guardians, or especially grim legionnaires unless explicitly ordered otherwise. Even then they chafe under

scouts, and heralds. Historians claim that some of them are possessed of a grim intellect, but live only to fight at Sorin's command. From time to time he

speaks again. “If you fail, you know what it will mean.” The guardian nods, grimly, and leaves their exarch standing once again in the silent library. Motes