Corpse Spawn

Emogen made her rounds through the graveyard, her lantern light barely piercing the thick fog that had gathered that night. She knew this graveyard well, and been keeping it safe for years. But tonight felt different. Tonight felt off.

A noise of grating stone behind her prompted her to spin around, lantern held high.

“Hello?” she called. Her brow furrowed. “No one is allowed inside at this hour. Show yourself!”

There was no response. She tread over to the source of the noise. One of the stone coffins that sat above the ground had been disturbed. Its lid was ajar by a few inches.

Emogen recoiled as a cold feeling of dread pierced her gut. In all her years as a grave keeper, she'd never been afraid once. But something felt very, very wrong.

“Show yourself!” she demanded.

A tendril of shadow uncoiled from the darkness of the coffin like a snake. And just as Emogen's mouth opened to scream, a burst of shadow cut her off. Her lantern dropped to the grass, the light snuffed out. Her body soon followed. Within the Realm of Chaos resides Uul, an eldritch dark god that has consumed countless realities.

It is this ancient entity of madness and despair that Silus of the Rift called upon to fulfill his plans of conquest. What Silus offered was of great interest to Uul: to feed upon The Source. To taste mana from the Well which had been forever beyond its enormous reach.

And so the elder god of a thousand screaming worlds gazed upon a single point of pure, primal energy, its power a familiar echo of the creation of All. When Silus opened the Gateway, Uul knew that its enormity could never pass through the revealed portal, however that did not mean it could not make its presence known in the world beyond.

The Shade of Uul took shape within the Splinterlands, and gave unto Silus a horrific gift. By twisting and corrupting the six primary elements of magic, a brood of Fiends was created, each a grotesque representation of a different form of magic. Fueled by the power of Uul, the Fiends are a nightmare to behold.

It is said to gaze upon a Fiend is to stare into the face of utter Hopelessness and know that the End has come.