The Idoneth Deepkin are a mysterious race of aelves who dwell within the oceans of the Mortal Realms, emerging from their watery seclusion to plunder the souls of land-dwellers – a grim harvest upon which their very survival depends.
Daggok Finksteala is on a murderous mission to decapitate the brightest and best fighters within the Deathgorge. With each head he takes, his kunnin' increases – or so he believes – and he means to gather enough smarts to make him a Killaboss. His warband, da Stab-Ladz, shares his vision and assists him in his underhanded ambushes with their savagery and kunnin'.
The ice-coated tunnels of the Deathgorge contain untold treasures frozen within their walls. Those brave enough to traverse the freezing continent of Bjarl and weather the Everwinter's curse must still battle rival warbands to have any hope of claiming these riches. The Malevolent Masks lay long-forgotten in the depths of Bjarl. Lost for centuries, they have now been discovered in the glacial chasms of the Deathgorge. Donning them grants the bearer power, but often at a cost, as few truly realise the consequences of wearing such an item.
At first they appear as spectral blurs in the ethersea, distant streamlined shapes that seem to materialise from nowhere. With powerful thrusts of their sickle-finned tails, the forms grow all too quickly as they launch their attack
No troops exemplify the Idoneth Deepkin way of life more than the Akhelian Guard. Mounted atop Fangmora Eels, they fight in a loose formation ideal for rapid assaults and sudden retreats, typifying the hit-and-run style of war common amongst the aelves of the depths.
Shrugging off enemy missiles, the Akhelian Leviadon plunges into the fray. Scythed fins dismember foes while the beast’s powerful jaws clamp down with enough force to crush tempered steel.
Idolised echoes of a bygone era, the Eidolons of Mathlann are summoned to life in times of dire need. These are no divine avatars, however, but collective manifestations of the ancestral souls of the Idoneth Deepkin, spirits of vengeance wrapped in the image of a lost aelven god.
It is the Tidecasters who conjure the phantasmal sea that allows aelf and aquatic beast to move and breathe as if they were in their own natural environment.
Namarti Reavers provide the archers and scouts for the Idoneth Deepkin phalanxes.
In the arcane caverns of the Wyrdhollow, cosmic omens and dire portents abound. Those with the wit to interpret these signs can avert the vicissitudes of cruel fate and lead their followers to fortune untold. Such warbands follow strange auguries and subterranean constellations that point them to places of power, lost relics, and objects that can shape the very future. Will you walk the Paths of Prophecy to a glittering destiny, or be cursed to strife and obscurity?
The Idoneth Deepkin are a mysterious race of aelves who dwell within the oceans of the Mortal Realms, emerging from their watery seclusion to plunder the souls of land-dwellers. Guided by the eldritch insight and tidal magics of a Soulscryer, the eyeless Namarti advance into battle, cutting a path for arrogant Akhelian nobles mounted atop deadly aquatic beasts that swim through the air on phantasmal currents.
He was the first of his kind, and is the last of the Cythai still alive. All Ionrach bow before him, their one acknowledged leader, the eldest and greatest of their race.