In the drowned swamplands of Doaden, an impossible light burns. A flame so pure it pierces the veil between worlds. Drawn to its brilliance came the Moth Queen.
She and her followers gather around the Waybeacon. Shedding their humanity in pursuit of a light that can never be grasped. For in the Cult of the Moth, illumination and oblivion are one and the same.
Moth Knight Oleander
Ser Oleander rode into the cursed swamp seeking glory, hoping to stand beside Doaden’s great heroes. He never returned. The mire claimed him and drew him to the Waybeacon’s strange holy flame, which he saw not as a warning but as a radiant lady calling him to serve.
Remade by her whispers, Oleander rose again as the Moth Knight. He now drifts through fetid pools and rotting ruins, a lepidopteran horror clinging to fractured chivalry.
Show him respect and he may aid your passage. Offend him or threaten his luminous mistress and he becomes a swift, lethal foe.
Moth Queen Exuvia, the Idolator
Exuvia, the Moth Queen, once ruled a realm of glass and silk in the hells beyond, adored by countless demonic servants. Yet all their devotion could not fill the emptiness at her core. When the Waybeacon’s radiance pierced her world, she saw in it a truth brighter than any infernal flame.
Unable to resist, she tore through the veils of creation and descended into Doaden’s swamps. There she circles the impossible fire, her vast wings shedding spirals of luminous dust while she whispers the light’s name in forgotten tongues.
Mortals who kneel to her see salvation, but her rapture is a hunger without end. Exuvia does not command the flame. It commands her.
The Forgotten Waybeacon
Hidden deep within the drowning marshes lies the Waybeacon, a relic from an age long extinguished. No map marks its place, no pilgrim path leads to its flame, only rumor - the whispers of mad anchorites and wanderers who claim to have glimpsed a light shimmering within the accursed fog.
The structure itself rises like a forgotten pavilion, delicate and refined, wrought in a style unseen in the modern Empire. Its marble is smooth and white, unmarred by moss or rot, its carvings intricate with whorling motifs. At its heart stands a great brazier, burning with an impossibly tall, steady fire. A flame without fuel or source, untouched by wind or rain, never dimmed nor extinguished since time before the Cataclysm.
Cult of the Moth - Faction Pack
In the drowned swamps of Doaden, a light burns that no darkness can touch. The faithful gather beneath its glow, shedding flesh and memory to become radiant like their Queen.
Contains 1 PDF Booklet, featuring a wealth of Lore & Inspiration on the Cult of the Moth, alongside 5e Statblocks for all the miniatures in the range, and Supplementary Resources to support your gaming.
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