1 part Complete MatureDeep within the obsidian-fanged chasms of the Glutted Peninsula lies Nherakhul-a city carved by bone and song, suspended beneath a pale‑blue fungal dome. Here, the Bleakblood Elves-known as the Pale Kin-worship resonance, violence, and memory as one. Their society is shaped by harmonic bloodlines, silence‑breaking rites, and brutal rituals: most notably the Glimmer Fang Rite, where aspirants bite to kill, their blood crystallizing into sacred sigils of power.
Descending into Nherakhul means surrendering to a world where flesh is melody, memory is flesh, and death just another note in an eternal dirge. From the carnivorous sovereigns of the Choral Crown to the living siege-engine Voxmortem Requiem, this is land ruled not by steel, but by the resonance of agony made flesh.
Welcome to the Choir of Flesh.