
Skrikkit Inkfingers
Announced raids on a town.
The Hollow King pays for every page. Skrikkit has come to collect a whole library.
Library
They don’t keep a timetable. Each boss rolls once a day for its chance to rise, somewhere deep in its own country, and stays until someone puts it down. Raiders are announced: five minutes’ warning, then they’re at a town gate. Ask the townsfolk for rumours while one is up.
Every kill drops at least one boss item, rolled as a relic.

Announced raids on a town.
The Hollow King pays for every page. Skrikkit has come to collect a whole library.

Comes daily, in the goblin warrens under the Greyspine.
He says he is the Hollow King. The Hollow King has not been asked. The crown is a soup pot.

Comes daily, in the far side of Wolftail Heath.
The oldest wolf on the heath. The shepherds have a song about him, and none of the verses end well.

Comes daily, in the deep fen of Mirefen.
Mudwallow's children are told she eats the ones who wander. Mudwallow's children wander anyway.

Comes weekly, in the orc holds in the Greyspine.
Warlord of the Ashmane clan. His tusks are notched to the root, and he says the meadows owe him the rest.

Announced raids on a town.
Envoy, war-chief and keeper of the Red Tally's grievances. He has brought the treaty, and an army to read it out.

Comes weekly, in the deep glades of Whisperwood.
The oldest walker in Whisperwood. Something from under the roots got into its heartwood and rotted it black.

Comes monthly, in the Aurel Catacombs.
The Crest-Lord of Aurel who went looking for endless life. He found it, after a fashion.

Announced raids on a town.
The Kindled's herald: it goes ahead of the fire, to see what will burn.

Comes every few days, in the Unwept Archive on Velholm.
The Court's archivist. She wrote down every name the Court ever took, and she keeps them.

Comes monthly, in the bottom of the Emberhorn Pit.
The miners of Iverburn called it the Ashcoil. They stopped calling it anything when they stopped coming back.

Comes monthly, in the ice caves of the northern peaks.
Iveth's frost given a will, wings and a hunger for the warm. The fishermen say the Iver never thaws in spring because Iverond sleeps on its source.

Comes monthly, in the depths of the Greyspine Mine.
The last order of the last Crest-Lord of Yarvale was 'let no one pass'. It has not slept since.

Comes every few days, in Dunvel, the Crimson Keep.
A Crest-Lady of the Yarim who crossed the sea when Aurel burned, and has drunk her way through every year since.

Rare: once or twice a year, in the ice caves under the Yarvale passes.
Iveth's priests say the Rime closed one eye on the Crest and left the other watching. Ivergaunt is what she watches with.

Rare: once or twice a year, in the Cinder Maw.
The first thing that came up when the Yarim broke through. It counts in nines, and it is nearly at nine.

Rare: once or twice a year, in the Red Vault under Dunvel.
Something older than Veshara dreams in the Red Vault: the first Yarim who drank to live forever. She only learned it from him.

Rare: once or twice a year, in the Emberhorn Pit.
The first of the kaedwyrms, older than the Kindling. The Kindled bow to it, and it does not notice.

Rare: once or twice a year, somewhere very deep.
Nothing in the Ond had an edge. Something came up through the thinnest place in the Crest, and it still has none.