Slagbrand Fiend

THE WILDS

When Harrowgate's vault-forges overflowed, the slag was poured off and forgotten — but nothing near the Emberpit stays forgotten, only unclaimed. The slagbrand fiends are the dross that stood up, wearing runoff iron like a stolen uniform, still radiant from the pour. They chase intruders with a smelter's single-mindedness, as if every living thing were merely ore that has not yet been processed.