Collection: Dusk Fane of Nyrro

Shadows coalesce and rush from the darkness as the Fane of Nyrro descend, a ravening tempest of steel and claw. Caught in the grip of a relentless hunger, the eldritch slake their thirst using their enemies' precious life force to fuel their schemes and machinations.

Ancient creatures of myth and blasphemy, the eldritch lead from the fore, confident in their immortality. No blade can pierce the shadows they slip between, poised to strike. For thousands of years they have waited.

Now dusk is their herald, as the Fane of Nyrro return to the Iron Kingdoms once more.