The Reviled:

If the Favored claim the throne and the Folk Legends the hearth, the Reviled claim the nightmares of Everwealth. They are the names whispered in terror, the shadows etched into history by blood and ruin. Cathal Morten, drowned dozens of innocent people in The Bog of Lies in a wave of murderous frenzy. Armec the Man-Eater, once a revered cleric, cannibalized his own flock in experiments of magick and madness. Morcar the Iron Chancellor slaughtered thousands to weld the Elfese clans into a single nation in ancient days, uniting them not with hope but with terror. Each claimed necessity as their shield, but their legacies remain scars, reminders that the line between savior and monster is perilously thin. Yet none are darker than Vile Ignis, the Branded General, whose very name became curse. Scholar, warrior, mage, spellblade, and conqueror, he embodied an empire within one body. He united the devils into a legion that shook kingdoms apart, branding them with Xaethra’s hunger so that one soldier fought as two. For thirty years he laid waste to the Folklands until, drunk on his own mastery, he betrayed the goddess herself. His necromantic hubris devoured his own legions, and his failed ritual brought down the colossal hydra-golem Tiamat like a falling star, shattering Tarmahc, birthplace of man, igniting The Great Schism. His ambition ended not in apotheosis, but in ash, leaving his name as shorthand for treachery and pride. The Reviled endure not as myths of caution, but as truths carved into the marrow of Everwealth. They are proof that greatness without restraint curdles into atrocity, that power without humility becomes curse. To this day, “vile” is more than a word, it is a warning, a reminder that even the greatest conqueror may fall, and when he does, he drags the world down with him.