Hollow Holden

Creaking corpse carts called death knells follow behind the cursed hordes of the grymkin. The impish coachman rings its somber bell as a warning to all who would dare disrespect the dead, and its toll can be felt as a chill down to the marrow.

Spiteful creatures that lurk behind the looking glass and fall upon the vain enraptured by their own reflections, glimmer imps now skulk into combat to aid their fellow grymkin. With no eyes of their own, they crave stealing the eyes of others to see through them. They have a preference for unusual eye colors, but in a pinch are content to scoop out a...

The noble is a fool who would accept this spider’s duel.