👑 CROWNED HORROR — KEEPER OF A WOUND

Gullmaw, the Sour Glut

THE WILDS

Before the wells of the Greylimn Marches soured, before any crown guessed the dark had a name, the rot grew its first thing in Kierstein's veins — and it grew in a man the sluice took. Gullmaw squats in the Souring Drains beneath the market square, digesting still, and boasts of his one paternity: downstream, the fen learned its hunger from him.